featuring Big Syke

Verse One: C Bo

I was born in hell without a pistol

Now how can I survive with one live without a vest and 4 5?

Runnin from the Task Fo' but smashin for my cash

Bankin corners hop it then I blast on their ass

See them piggies want me dead for sure or in the pen

doin 10 instead of me in my Benz on some twins

Sippin Hen smokin indica bomb

and keep my pedal to the metal til I'm high and gone

I know you rich niggas hate me, can I keep it real and feel this rap shit?

Didn't make me, got out the pen and flip the '97

drop Mercedes, I'm the *?placenta?* of no love

Til the lord save me, straight thugs that'll dump slugs

til they fuckin grave, mass murder motherfuckers to the front page

When we hit, we empty clips til we get paid

I've been a slave from my cradle to the grave

Nigga, fuck the world, I was raised in hell

Chorus: C-Bo

That's why we buck shit down and yell "Fuck the world!"

I'd rather die here in hell then die doin life in jail

But take the shot with a Mac 12, order hits on the *?pack tailed?*

>From the block to Wotts, we are thug niggas raised in hell

*repeat*

Verse Two: Big Syke

I'm bailin thru the set wit a 40, smokin a cigarette

Blastin my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvalettes

Gangbangin vets on parole as I stroll thru

They rassle Gz like two craps and they strapped too

Oh how I love these niggas but I hate em with a passion

But I ride for these motherfuckers, when I don't even ask

Thug fashion from head to toe, I let the world know

that this is Thug Life, motherfucker, til I leave this ho

So as my knuckles drag the concrete, big homies hit the streets

Transgressi