featuring 6430

[Big Punisher]

Yeah.. 6430.. Ty Fyffe where you at?

Aww shit.. smooth it out

Where my chick tonight? Thug style

Knock em out Pun!

I pull your motherfuckin plug like a thug's supposed ta

Hold a loaded toast, who want the pistol smoke

cause I'll initial on my shoulder holster

You know the culture when it's East coast, we run the streets most

Who want beef? Turn your peeps into meatloaf

You know the steez, when it's murder in third degrees

We reserve the breeze, and move with the wind like birds and bees

Word to G's, Christ I'm nice, g'head roll the dice

You know the price, your kid and your crib, like I'm +Poltergeist+

I'm cold as ice, control your life with the mic

and then take your crown, break you down like liquid nitrogen

Invite your men, I strike your chin while you rappin

If you're on some thug shit, fill my clip and start clappin

Make your heart flatten, stop actin retarded

All you flea hearted villains, build your rhythm over restart it

The streets are God and heavenly, where the vinyls doubles

forty-fives and shovels ready in the five livest boroughs

[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?

[Pun] Big Pun baby, I'm a thug for life

I'm a thug for life, I'm a thug for life

[6430] Who is a thug? Are you for sure?

[Pun] Aiyyo my word is bond, long as I'm alive I'ma put it on

Coulda gone legit shit, thug nigga til I'm gone

[Big Punisher]

Yo, I'm a thug to the heart, bugged from the start ever since a child

I've been livin wild, chillin with illest crowds

Splittin thous' on my connect in the street

Twenty-percent protection, expected at the end of the week

Never we sleep, a thug