Thug for Life I will be (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) A life of crime I will lead (close your eyes, hear the ballad of a dead soldier) If you play the game, you play to win (this is the ballad of a dead soldier) This is the ballad of a dead

Yes, no, maybe I'm sorry for talking crazy Don't do this to me, baby (But I ain't really tripping if you ain't tryna come back Fuck that, you can stay wherever you at) (I just wanna know, are you playing games with my heart? Could've sworn that you

I've never been too good at all those sexual games I'm in love with you baby and I don't even know your name I'm in love with you baby I don't even know your name So maybe it's just better if we leave it this way Well I was sitting at a roadhouse down on

I'm all the way up Nothing can stop me, I'm all the way up All the way up Shorty what you want? I got what you need Shorty what you want? Shorty what you need? My niggas run the game, we ain't ever leavin' Countin' up this money, we ain't never sleepin'

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

You wanted to play the coldness follows This isn't a game your life I'll swallow You wanted to play but I already won 1 I love hurting you 2 I love your pain 4 is for the torture and 5 is for the shame 'Cause ever time you want it I get off on this game

How was I to know that this was always only just a little game to you? All the time I felt you gave your heart I thought that I would do the same for you, Tell the truth I think I should have seen it coming from a mile away, When the words you say are,

That's why I ain't got no time For these games and stupid tricks All these bitches on my dick That's how dudes be gettin' sick That's how dicks be gettin' drips Fallin' victims to this shit From these bitches on our dicks Fuckin' chickens with no ribs

Now get this work No money, no family Sixteen in the middle of Miami I've been work work work work working on my shit Working on my shit I've been up all night, tryna get that rich Milked the whole game twice, gotta get it how I live Walk a mile in these

The city lines are down The kerosene's run out The fact surreal We relied upon I shed this unclean skin And start to feel again No more, no more 'Cause all the shoulders I wish to cry on gone And on that day they'll tell you