Lyrics:
like i cant swim
The fall getting steeper and my chances get slim
Mamas they cry over they babies they screams in my head
Devils demons start to creep
ring here, slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway,
All of this energy I aint worried bout no enemy
Inner dreams all created by the memory
Thinking I'm finna free my myself within the beat
I got
know that I
Live and die for the things I do slang
I use breakin' down mics and destroyin' crews.
1-2-1-2 uh
1-2-1-2 mic check 1-2-1-2
1-2-1-2
of range I be hard to reach uhn/
Chorus 2x
I don't get checked I do the checkin/ when she get the check bet she check in/ fly nigga everywhere I step in/ I
to Black
You a thug not really there's the answer to that
Lee ya, boxed silly with the hands skill attack
Cancel your check flip, dismantle your trap huh?
played by Samuel L. Jackson
Yo ill insanity that's cold and morbid
But when I'm in your orbit you soul absorb it
A real raw nigga won't fold or forfeit
love
In the streets nothing stronger than thug
We all bleed the same color
Weather you a Crip or a Blood
You want more you'll be comin with slugs
DJ Chill, DJ Young Sound
It's going down in the mix like this
Ayyy (ayyy)
Snap ya fingers, do ya step
You can do it all by yo' self
Let me see
I know y'all wonder why a nigga wanna retire I can't stand this shit
If it ain't Mike D, if it ain't Slim Thug I just can't understand this shit
high with the North, say what's up Slim Thug
[Hook]
[Talking]
South side yeah, North side
This how we ride man, this how we roll man
Yeah what,
high with the North, say what's up Slim Thug
[Hook]
[Talking]
South side yeah, North side
This how we ride man, this how we roll man
Yeah what,
[Master Ace]
Awww yeah! Uh uh huh
One two microphone check one two
Microphone check one two microphone check one two
Tell you what I'm gonna
wanna know how you jump
How you jump yeah
This shit what we want, it's whole lotta thug shit
When we in the club
We don't bump, we get bumping
We gon
You showed me what this love about
Taught me how to show it now it's comin out
In my feelings tryna thug it out
But these butterflies got me buggin
feet to rocking chains round the neck
Cracking whips had us crying
Now it’s whips that we driving
In the field out for hours and it wasn’t no check
Just
headphones on bumpin Slim reciting his lyrics
That was the beginning of me falling in love with rapping
He inspired me to be an emcee and snap
Pushed my pen
like luck
Bring your best rhymes and you niggas still suck
I'm slumped in a truck, with the pump tucked
Come to bend some dough? Never give em love
of heartbreak and I'm so damaged (oh)
Steppin' in blood, we deep thugs and I can't panic
Yeah, we knocked him off
Nigga what? They gotta hand it
used to call me a joke (Nah)
Now check who's typing the code (check)
God believe in a thug (He did)
I'm not a winner but a sinner (No)
I guess god is
look in the mirra the eyes of a killa are staring back at you?
Its too late for prayin you know what I'm sayin there's noplace to run to.
The thugs
[Verse:Norgoth]
Now in a rage bout to get blunt wep
knows that you know,we're just losing your rep
eat shit,suck a clean for more and nontheless
That could get a little ratchet
Slim in the waist
But she thicker than molasses
She ain't paid for that ass
She just paid for them lashes
And she gon let
motherfucking gin and I be all in
Hell yeah, young nigga straight balling
And everybody wants to see if I'm a G
Weighing 165 and I'm high till I fucking die
Thug
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