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Dj Clue Miscellaneous What A Thug About Beanie mack right guerilla i'm out for the skrilla Face it ain't no replacement for this killa Keep your hands where i can see 'em an don't make me nervous This 4-4 auto mag you don't deserve this shit Kids either don't make me make you a believa I don't do a lotta talkin' i speak wit the heata I run up in your crib put some in your wig Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib And i want everything not just some of the shit Got niggas comin home at night like you son of a bitch Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft You can't blink round no crook one look you lost Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks See if you love your chick or you love your chips 4-4 snub shit send slugs to the whip Beanie seigal desert eagle i love this thug shit (chorus) x2 Yo what you really know what a thug about Locked up in the bing no grub about On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about Tell me what you really know what a thug about A true thug spreads his game linked up in bubble While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel I refuse to limit my game to one hustle I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle I nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo Aint no tellin first union a melon The first nigga that move put two up in his melon >from the 9-2 an beretta parabellum And i run through cats I'ma two gun cat One nickle one black Who want that I done schooled my youngins Gave tools to my youngins Broke food wit my youngins Broke rules wit my youngins Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's Talked my way outta shit and near death come in Real thugs do what they want say what they feel They never front they keep it real (chorus)x2 Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas Obey the rules when my glock unloads Cause when i start firin stop drop and roll Duck behind cars hid behind poles Know i live by the code anything goes Real thugs stand up straight never fold And they don't know shit if anything ever blows Thugs don't wanna talk shit out They wanna spark shit out Till the cops come an chalk shit out Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta Face off like cage and travolta If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya Right mount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta (chorus)x2 |
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