featuring: Young Thugs (aka The Outlawz)
Dramacydal are also known as the Thoro Headz and Young Thugz, a rap trio made up of Yafeu 'Young Hollywood' Fula, Katari 'K-Dog' Cox and Malcom 'Big Malcom' Greenridge. The group was formed after Cox and Greenridge moved from Manhattan to New Jersey, and met up with Fula; eventually, they were noticed by Fula's childhood friend and godbrother Tupac Shakur AKA 2Pac and made an appearance with him on his third album, Me Against the World as well as the song 'Runnin From the Police', also with The Notorious BIG and Stretch from the Live Squad. Eventually they were expanded into the group Tha Outlawz.

Lyrics:
Hollywood (Kadafi)
What's up for '95? Yeah, '95 sound live!
From doin' crimes, no more runnin' from one-time.
Although I know I role I gets for my title.
When I was young, that nickel-plated Four-Fifth was my idol.
Chrome, stones, bones, and portable phones,
getting' big hoes while I'm sittin' at home,
Is what I scheme of, so NOW what I dream of,
is a life full of trouble, in fact,
countin' double digit stacks,
lay back for a minute, 400 SEL, yeah, I could see myself in it!
Murder for money, you ever heard of a dummy,
with glocks between his tummy, low down dirty and crummy.
Talkin' bout that Thug Life be the only life I know,
talkin' bout that drug life without this rap s***,
probably be the only route I go.
And matter of fact I know I'll strive through this fo sho, live that Thug Life

(Chorus)
Thug Life, it's the only life for me.
Thug Life, forever hustlin' in the street.
Thug Life, when no one else was there for me.
Thug Life, these G's became my family.

Big Mal (Edi):
Thug Life, ever since we was from day one,
lickin' shots, getting back in the frustration,
Live my (?) was never my thought, I guess it's my fault,
I told to support, that n**** with his f***IN' court!
I'm boldy, drinkin' slowly, smash his finger to the pole,
least no matter when makin' snaps with the homies.
Now y'all know it ain't right,
but when young n****s sure don't like,
tryin to survive through the stripe,
with a buck and a butter knife, you f***in' right!
I go loony for loot G, without a bootsy,
see I was raised in this crazed world forever,
thuggin' is how I stay, clutchin' pay, and duckin' strays.
I'm just a young thug, glad to see twenty, and plenty more,
but the olders say that's a trip that I ain't ready for.
So it's only right, for me to earn my f***in' stripes,
everyday I fight. Livin' that...

(Chorus)

K-Dogg (Kastro):
Well, some n****s wonder where the real n****s win a few cents,
make me represent harder, no doe I cant bother cuz,
don't nuttin' move but the papers, when n****s catch vapors,
more and more n****s doin' capers.
For them stacks of ends, me and my mens, it all means,
the black Benz, on rims, and diamond rings.
Make me think thoughts, of all sorts, and no lesser,
puffin' on 'ports for the pressure.
While the cells floss, thugs born to