Lyrics:
wit petty thugs
Now you got game in you
Wanna be a menace and you got Kane in you
I'll put them thangs in you
I'm a hot lil' nigga
I ain't gotta tell
then ball
You gon' mack then mack
Your mouth sayin one thang
But your action don't say that
You told me all aboutcha
And I ain't even asked
Look at ya,
you saying?"
I do's my thug thang daily
380 tucked under the seat of the S-Class
Shots rip your chest fast
I'm a mother fucking mess man
Street niggaz
a second
Chill, relax, designer, my bredren
Live a lifestyle niggas couldn't last a second
Rollin' up the spice now we hittin' up a seven
And I fucked thirty
We made an amazing discovery in Hip Hop today
A diamond in the rough
And we're gonna run this thing one time
And one time, by the numbers
Yo
We
on the pillow, say a prayer one love
To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned
Help you make it through
the hustlas, come on
This is for the hustlas, oh
Oh, come on, come on
I make money like a motherfucker
It ain't no thang to me
Short Dog in
nite /
I roll wit the killas
And the dealas
And the thugs/
Chillin by the Streetlight
Chillin in the club/
U see me when the going gets Ruff/
But
nigga by any means
But I gotta be a thug when I gotta be
Always keep two things for my enemies
One black Uzi and a Pistol Pete
Aimin' at they head like
Ceelo , a thug Love that craps and dice
Everybody around me solid But some niggas from back then already cracked the ice
I’m Attached to her roots jus
another grandson
It's like everyone got a handgun
Shoot, this game foul like a and one
GOD help us
Man dem slang on the strip, yeah
Moving wit the thang
protested in Dallas Texas
Ended in bloodshed
The black lives matter gunman I wish he was dead
Had a vendetta against all white cops
Murdered five and injured
Bongo by the way
Oh, I
You keep that to yourself
Oh, I
You don't trust no one else
Oh yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah
Met her backstage
range
Bird baby down with them cardier frames
Gucci from head to toe and stunna my name
Make winter weather and that's my thang
I'm iced up nigga
they spin, you freeze in ya souped up paint clean
Fifties, amps, six by nines and thangs
Comin down the block, let my sub straight bang
Like, "Fuck
Look like you hot to me
Tell you like this
Once I start ain't no stoppin'
We start this thang off by a shoppin' spree
You still be messin' with them lame
did a thang
But God chose and put me in a Rolls and
Keeps my wrists frozen, never brown nosin'
Like an explosion, I'm causin' commotion
Spit
play dem games we bout to spray dem thangs
Cock back straight n aim my heat’ll make his brain
Splatta out his body on da wall to display da pain
I keep
Yeah, so I guess by the time you
Get this kite, I'll be ghost, right?
Yup, check it
For too many years, I had yo back
And for too many years, you
on the pillow, say a prayer one love
To the thugs in heaven I'll see you there
It's written for the young and dumb that wasn't warned
Help you make it through
me one
Get by any means im that type
If i eva gave you this dick bitch you owe me for life
Too many ppl done stabbed me in back with the knife
Do it
wrote
And you can quote me cuz
I'm from the block where we hopeless thugs
But we suppose to thug
A lot of niggas hate, a few show love
But that only keep
Thug click and a sack, man
Game for days, see by the pennies selects
Puttin' it down for the Land on this track for Krayzie
Play me on the north
Girl we could just do it like a boss
She grew up by herself off in these projects
Saw me on the corners, knew that I was back then
First day of school,
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