Lyrics:
Have you ever heard a thug cry
You see the look deep in my eye
Looking to the lord I'm asking why
I feel that you ain't by my side
Have you ever
heavily guarded by hollow-tip slug
Then crack down on wannabe thugs
Adapt to gat sound and bow down
Slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
Articulate,
on the streets
No gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts
Ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug
You 'bout to die thug
And you a fool
If you thinking that she play by yo rules
This is her life
She gone live it
Guess that savage shit in her
But she'll calm down
Soon as she
there?)
Yo, hey yo
[Chorus 2X: Sheek and Redman]
Get up, stand up - throw your hands up
All my thug niggaz throw your motherfuckin hands up
Get up, stand
are at the door
the Magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
with Thug
heaven
[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff]
What young thugs do for money
What young thugs do for money
[La the Darkman]
Yo, niggaz
down, heavenly guarded by hollow tip slug
Then crack down, on wannabe thugs adapt to gat sound
And bow down, slow the fuck up, see how my foul now
thug, love
[Angie - over end of hook]
Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with
uh yo uh yo
Aye yo, I'm old school like Rick Ruler, sick jewels to big buddah
Lift dudes wit the six shooter luger
That means bring it back, NY
I be talkin' 'bout"
And we gon' be around til yo motherfuckin' body rot
And if the Feds bring us in we get the same time Gotti got
And if the Feds
Yo, rated X, smack you off the stage when I'm vexed
No sweat, I crack a cold case of Beck's
Guess whose back? The jack of all trades is next
frivilous
Thoughts, thug for the Bone, up puttin' this independent stardom.
Seven relentless evil intentions, nobody knows 'em, I'm even a henchman,
You aint just hear about what happened to Dolph
Yo Gotti
I'm knockin all my opps out the field
Young niggas sick young nigga ill
All of my niggas united
[Chorus]
[Black Child + Charli Baltimore]
My nigga Ja sold more records then a {O.G.}
Ty flyin by in 'Lac truck like a {O.G.}
And Gotti's dough's
the nina beretta
tuck low in when im two cars back with the .44
And it freaks you out on yo mama's couch,
thats what us thugs be bout, you know me
and when I
I was a G in life, I'm still a G in death
And if you think I'm not a thug, don't hold your breath
My name is Blaze, and I roll with Anybody Killa
I'm with, yo we don't give a fuck
So what the fuck nigga
Yo we don't give a fuck
Surrounded by sounds, smoking clouds
No spaces
Unfamiliar faces, I
You can tell I'm real, by lookin' in the ball of my eye.
I will get some cream from it, one day, your baby, and my baby.
Can my some dough on Teem
(*talking*)
D-Gotti I'm home baby, we here to party
Bar better keep watching, they lil' mama twat
Cause we ain't turning down nothing, but our
yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm
yo
Regardless of rain or snow, sleet or hail
I kick street tales choking niggas like I'm Sprewell
Golden state, holding your fate in the palm
[Yo Gotti:]
You niggaz over there part time grindin and shinin and shit
This ya boy Yo Gotti yea
Get ya motherfuckin weight up sucker
Real hustler's
[Fiend talking]
Yo, Yo
What's up to all my muthafuck soldiers,
My thugs, my warriors, my survivors out there
It's Fiend excited private wit'
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