Chorus X2:
  
   We gon' die thuggin, cause that's just the life we lead
   We gon' die thuggin, bustin at our enemies
  
   Verse One: Sam
  
   Bustin at our foes, for the sake of being riders
   Till the casket close, thug shit be inside us
   We try to survive it, cause all we got is the projects
   On the camouflage sets, in the bricks, niggas die wet
   Till the death for street glory, it's infinite beef
   Though it's most of the reasons lotta niggas six deep
   With heat, when we ride, we 'posed to roll that way
   To keep a soul that way, with 44's that spray
   The key to the city, it come in bricks or them birds
   Thug niggas, drug dealers making flipping that 3rd
   Born to my work, deserve what's supposed to be mine
   If it's what the fuck we need
   Then D, we 'posed to be ride
   Try to separate us, but it's survival of a thug
   While you try to play us, now you gotta watch my slugs
   Ride wit us, die wit us, follow us to the war
   We got five on the weed and we blowin inside of the car
  
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   Verse Two: D.I.G.
  
   Ya'll niggas better I'mma die for this shit that I need
   I've been committed too long for me not to succeed
   I been in greed my whole life
   And caught up in the weed
   Hustling with thugs and everyday, go to sleep
   Keeping the guns cocked
   Surrounding the block, opening up shop
   With a bundle of rocks in my socks
   Niggas wann beef
   If it come to that dogg, I'm down with it
   Stank a lick for the fetti
   Get the cash and clown with it
   Hennessy and weed when I'm comin'
   Throw your guns up, let me see
   If you bitch ass niggas gon make some noise bruh
   Follow me now cause I'm coming up
   And ain't that cold I got too many bitches running up
   And niggas wanted to blast me, police harass me
   If I slip in the street
   I really think them niggas'll snatch me
   Like I'm faking the game
   But taking the pain letting them niggas know
   How I'm shaking the game with nothing to explain
  
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   Verse Three: C-Murder
  
   We gon die thuggin, we ride or die, stay muggin
   And bustin, and flooding many bullets in your cousin
   Survive or not, any block I hit is hot
   Ask them warlocks shit, them hard-knocks give me props
   Like them Melphomine boys
   I got them toys that'll split ya
   With enough ammo for every nigga that's with ya
   I hit ya sun up or sundown it don't matter
   As long as my muthafuckin' pockets get fatter
   Bitch ass niggas on the edge they bout to fall
   You wanna brawl, I make a muthafucking call
   And kill ya'll shit, that's what I said and I meant it
   That was your last dollar and you spent it, ya heard me
   You 45 cent ass nigga, I make mills
   Your bets to chill before you get your shit spilled
   Lil' daddy I hope you make the right decision
   I know some that'll have your ass missing
  
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