Lyrics:
as a street thug
Never known for showing love
My pockets gettin fat cause I ain't tricking out no dubs to a snitch or a chick
A duck or a scrub
My thug dizzle
You don't know it yet
It's the life that I live that you love
And the fact that I'm thug that had you holding techs
When you really didn't know what
(will come home and love you better)
You can run the streets with your thugs (you feel me, sweetheart? let that nigga be free)
I'll be waitin' for you
around
Nigga feel so good
Provided by PA you know what im sayin
He layin the track down up in here
Much love to the PA
Much love to the PA
Much
thug thang
If you buy chronic by the zone
Then get yo' smoke on
Then do yo thug thang
If you resign the streets
Because you love to bang
Then do yo thug
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
screaming like you love war
Everybody's crazy
And somebody's gon' get shot, get robbed, get done, get stomped, get dropped
Ladies love thugs and my thugs
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Nigga, we doing this shit from Cleveland to LA
Nigga whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it!
Thug Luv, nigga. What time is it?
Yo, I don't give
Yall know I'm in this mutha fucka fuckin around
Nigga feel so good
Provided by PA you know what I'm sayin
He layin the track down up in here
Much love
thugs, where ya at?
Hehehe, send cases to the drug dealer
Real thugs, where ya at? You motherfuckin' home
Do it to 'em, do it to 'em
They love the way
me
And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?
My lady,
Got me seekin capital game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars
Mo Thug be the love
Slug for the perfect picture
Chronic bud to save your struggles
So somebody suffer, scriptures
Time to rip ya, hit ya really
love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doing good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they
love
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
Dear momma don't cry, your baby boy's doing good
Tell the homies I'm in heaven and they
pray for love baby pray for us,
Who celebrate the thugs, my lady,
Cause you see we cappin' the game, when I spit 16
whether bars or 16 in the doors
Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
Bun-B and Slim Thug
When I hit the club all the girls show me love
While at the bar, got drank by the jug
In the v.i.p with the chicks and the drugs
It's
three-hundred dollars to get my pitbull an abortion
Some bitch asked for my autograph
I called her a whore, spit beer in her face and laughed
I drop bombs like
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
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