Search results for con of thug by 2020

We've found 83 lyrics, 53 artists, and 100 albums matching con of thug by 2020:



hell made
Visions of cops and sirens
Niggas open fire
Buncha Thug Life niggas on tha rise
Until I die
Ask me why I'm a Boss Playa gettin' high
niggaz is flaming gats at my circle 
I catch you, my first reaction is to hurt you 
I hit your bird too, two in your scalp then you out 
Your thug crew
cross the line
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego (It'll burn you!)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
the line

Ten cuidado con el fuego
(It'll burn you)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego
(It'll burn you)
Ten cuidado con el fuego

Beamers
the line

Ten cuidado con el fuego
(It'll burn you)
Ten cuidado con el fuego
Ten cuidado con el fuego
(It'll burn you)
Ten cuidado con el fuego

Beamers
from the ghetto where guns are used by
Little ones that are often abused
20/20's Badlands the news consist of thugs
But Christians live here too, let's
the days, but let's just say five
Years, coming of age, it make you blow by your day job
So cry for me, wild for me
It's a horror story, eyes 20/20s that
good old bug
We do a house party, what the fuck is a club

And S.A. they sold most of the drugs
Laugh a million, hell yeah we thug, we getting money,
chandaliers
Hip-Hop prisoner, Alberto V-O-5
in your scalp like conditioner, hit you by the eye
Fuck your 20/20 vision up, used to be a pilot
Now he can see
how I do that
By the thug way, package and transportin' the drug way
Only means of makin' a livin', the Crip and Blood way
I'm on grates when i'm
to serve
Heard about thugs and hustlas,
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts,
Peep this
a crook nigga
But God love us hood niggas

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Day by day by day I sit back and pray
My thugs get packed away, in a maxi-cage
They pass
moan

want to be the hospital bed that you lay on
want to be the god you feel when you pray-on
It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper-con
I'm
moan
Want to be the hospital bed that you lay on
Want to be the god you feel when you pray-on
It's Nashawn the type that get the hyper-con
I'm gonna
and bloods
Crips and slugs, the trigger happiest thugs
Claiming the slums, and all the hoods that they from
Too much of the some, got it twisted up blinded in
spray these arms
Have you relocate, like Kay Reconn (?)
Crazy don, crazy cons girl fuck
Put they ladies on, me i'll go crazy on?
One chick told me give
Ha Ha
Slush "The Villain"
Shadow all up in this motherfucker
Hell a High, off that sticky gram weed
Livin' the thug life, sellin' drug life
Ha Ha
Slush "The Villain"
Shadow all up in this motherfucker
Hell a High, off that sticky gram weed
Livin' the thug life, sellin' drug life
Ha Ha
Slush "The Villain"
Shadow all up in this motherfucker
Hell a High, off that sticky gram weed
Livin' the thug life, sellin' drug life
Ha Ha
Slush "The Villain"
Shadow all up in this motherfucker
Hell a High, off that sticky gram weed
Livin' the thug life, sellin' drug life
pica?"
tu me ore, toda vida
I kick it to her like a real thug should
bacardi limon, hydro in a black wood
my name is dot, you hot boo, how you do
like
got shot
Young guy left to rot
Lady got robbed
Some guys who got stopped

Open the paper in search of news and enlightenment
Met by some story
a crook n****
But God love us hood n****z

[Chorus]

[Nas]
Day by day by day I sit back and pray
My thugs get packed away, in a maxi-cage
They pa**
banger shit, that make you bleed
This that Staten Island shit, yo that smack a weave

Ayo, all in the club like what, balling it up
Bebe Con Dunks,
Waiting around a crew of thugs
That parade in blue and yelling 'cause
(Whats up? 'Cuz)
Ate by selling drugs
'38 snub in the waist, in case fools lose