Sick thicker than most of these tricks, Got my mind on makin money But you stuck on these fake bitches I stay blunted and never fronted And I doubt if I do Cause if I did then id get beat up by my fuckin crew (Killa) A real nigga, since you fit that your ready to box Your catchin knocks from my nigga freddie foxxx and oh You really don't want none From pac cause I'll be strapped with my glock And throw thangs like I'm born to box (Killa) I hit this motha fuckin gin and I'll be all in Hell ya, young nigga strait ballin And everybody wanna see if I'm a g Weighin 165 and I'm high till I fuckin die Thug life in this motha fucka catchin wreck Big stretch hit me off when I hit the set But I'm cool cause I'm tipsy an I fill it Niggas tryin to see if I'm a killa c'mon