Gucci Mane, 2Pac - On Me lyrics

A thug's life don't matter we don't give
A shit about you damn thugs
Your life don't matter and you
Sons of bitches
You fixin' to find out how it
Don't matter cause you done pissed us off
You bunch of bastards

Big, big, big pistol me ('stol on Guc')
You lose your life, fuckin' right
Try me and bleed (Burr)
I put my first gat first, then sting
I don't think i get your head to the white
Make your shit pink
All OG pink, don't fuck with me

I need a detox cause I've
Been smoking kush all week
And if I piss some dirty urine
Then I'm up shit creek
I'm major tourin' shows everyday
I gets no sleep
My money lanky, taller than a man 6 foot 3
My left pinky nine karat diamond cut so neat
And if I told you what it cost
You would say "golly"
I spend 50k a month and that's just on chains
I got your girlfriend rolling
Blunts in the VIP
I got a carbon 15 sitting on my front seat
And plus my shoes'll eat your
Face like bon appetit
The feds looking at me
Know they got they eyes on me
I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me

I keep the Glock on me stupid Glock on me
I can't let 'em get the drop on me
I keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me
Lord knows I got guap on me
Stupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me
I paid a million for this watch on me golly
And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID
I feel like 2Pac when he made All Eyez On Me

Bitch you misdemeanor I'm raisin
Hell like felonies
Mr makaveli straight outta jail
To sellin' these
Intoxicated we duplicated but never faded
Now that we made it my
Adversaries is player hatin'
Got a Mercedes for these tricks
That thought I quit
Then got a drop top Jag for
These bitches that's on my dick
Go to a club in a pack
I'm smokin' bud in the back
I wait for niggas to trip
Cause bitch I love to scrap
Now mama raised me as a thug nigga
Where the love niggas?
I'm a millionaire started as a drug dealer
I went from rocks to 'zines
Writing raps and movies
I went from trustin' these tricks now
They all want to sue me so fuck em' all

I keep the Glock on me stupid Glock on me
I can't let 'em get the drop on me
I keep a nine on me, stupid nine on me
Lord knows I got guap on me
Stupid rocks on me, crazy rocks on me
I paid a million for this watch on me golly
And my bricks so young, my birds gon' need ID
What you know bout me? You
Ain't got nothin' on me

It get so lonely at the top
I need some company
My swears so stupid that these hoes
Be holding doors for me
She wanna stay with me
Know that I'ma faithfully
I'm like a drug to her
She can't walk away from me
Niggas don't play with me cause
I keep AK's with me
Police survalliance I know they
Fuckin' taping me but all they gonna see is
Diamond cars and currency
I'm currently out the
Country chasin' currency
I got some weed on me now and some ecstasy
30 grams and a nine and a knife on me
Watch your mouth bout me, dirty South I be
Do your momma teach you don't
Talk when grown folks speak? (It's Gucci)