Thrilla Songtext

All I give is pain, got the heart of a killa
I dont be playin games, even stuck in chains, I remain..
Bulletproof, pussy proof, words can't explain bitch wat I could do to you..
I'm a certified niggah, southside thrilla
Whole family, thug niggahs, drug dealers, cold killas
Better pay.. wat you owe niggah, it can get serious.. hold up
Ratttt, ratttttt
Realer shit
Not speakin just to rap, I'm speakin from experience
Only thing my uncles ever taught me, was to whip a brick
The thugs are feelin' this, the few choice niggahs, r.i.p lil ? big heart niggah
Showin' love from mafia type, to ridah type
Me and you, you and me, real shit
Survivin like...
Clutch it, we might die tonight
Fuck it, its watever
God and my pistol
Guess with me I live my life a little thrilla
Since my younger days, I got payed for moves made, on the goon life
My daddy was a thrilla, and his brother certified
They told me, up an bust a clip everytime I ride
With me, you ain't gon' find nothin realer
Ask my niggah city, he gon' tell ya I'ma thrilla
Got no love for these bitches tryna shew this M.O.B
Theres two things a hoe can tell me.. No-thing
I'm from the mud, were that Caine and able shit really exist
These niggahs stomp hard, but in they heart they a bitch
Chop sticks, drop shit, close range, broad day, that bullshit them rappers talk about, all day
An they really bumpin boosie, so they thuggin'
They listen, but in pitchas they posin, an they blooded
An while I was in the pen, bitch niggahs built a case
I shitted, an threw it in his fuckin' face

Reppin for designers, I show big meech luv
I got big street luv and it can't be duplicated
Thug here, boosie fade. Yeah I made it
In my section, they be reppin
They gon' tell ya I'm the greatest
We got cal-i-o babies, we calico crazy
I don't show no luv to these niggahs, cause they shady
All my solidiers, slim shit, Mr. scrooge made
Get money, eat later
Fuck that, they be like like fuck they body, raise they pockets fat
In the mud, the masgstrate testifin' on they man
They actions be like crack, hard to understand
Murder man dance, where I'm from by the river
But ain't no niggah tryin' me over that, cause I'ma thrilla
Niggahs play with me, and them fools was like my cousins
Was gon' let 'em ride, but my auntie told me, bust 'em