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We got that green stuff, Big Tite Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg Fin to put it all in why'all face I got too much money, too
nigga never do that Who's says he's going through a thang when ya'll ain't never lied. I gotta a baby but it's momma act like he ain't mine. Wicked
tight ( In yo life ) [Cap.One] Everybody want to live dat thug nigga life Talk plenty shit while dey holdin da dice Chain off da hook, da Roll fulla
him insane Give his Rover the new name, the firing range When we see you yell fire and aim Cause when I fire them thangs it's like (You will be wonderin
to the mid to the east coast Verse One: Master P I got heroin and cocaine some call me the dope man a young nigga havin thangs A thug like Tupac
a brave girl, do your thang Let them tities hang, I'll have all the bitches sayin When it comes to sex I'm similar to the thriller in manilla
to drop, stop You ain't know I'm nice girl, you'se a 'Wannabe' Like the Spice Girls, you betta think twice, girl I'm untryable, undeniable Won't be held
with big thangs Jewels chip, money clip, phone flip, the six range I seen her on the Ave, spotted her more than once Ass so fat that you could see it
'ma cop the 6 at the beginnin' of winter Chrome it out and then fit it with timber, that's wood grain What you ain't know, this a hood thang All my thugs
Allah just, I lay it for the mix tapes Quick to quake a label-mate The sound came outta rusted crate Surrounded by cobwebs Beat smooth enough
and don't speak All why'all want to talk like we used to hang 'Cause I'm doin my thang, now you want to bask in my fame That's why I stay out the club,
put a twist wit' it You can't do like me, I'm by myself I do it so good, I don't need nobody else What's happenin'? What's up? Got da purp fired up
to a true, what could I do? Real homies help you get through And come to knew he'd do the same thang if he could 'Cause in the hood true homies make you
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
words you think are tough By movin? herbs, you think you're rough Spice Girl figures, your hype man sucks Y'all powderpuff, stop thumpin' stuffin'
thugs Don't mind gettin paid for shakin her thang in the club I mean, beat bopper she loved the tote shoppers Call her head nurse then I'ma be the doctor
Every time I need that thang, bitch, you do threw it to me Livin' through me, got a Mozzy chain For you gang and on your grave When your son get
Aye Aye Yeah I still got my trunk popping Still got my thugs rocking Still with the plug shopping Still got some hefty pockets Yeah I still got my
yea yea) In your mind, I call my pistol cause it stay by me (Uh-huh) That's like my brother, lucky mothers We ain't nothin to see (Uh-huh)
gone (all right) Fuck up all your hoes in your bed (Twilight Zone to 1999 yet, Spice 1) Don't you ever in your bed East Bay Gangsta, gangsta hoe,
to work my body He really taught me how to go down south He really really tried to hurt me hurt me I really love his thug and gangsta style Yo we got
It's all eyes on me Live the life of a thug nigga until the day I die Live the life of a boss player 'cause even gettin' high All eyes on me Live
You wait like "Sixth Sense" 'til hard to kill How you livin' Streetlife? I'm surrounded by criminals Serial killers tote guns without the serial
that be by lookin like everyday people Tryin to get up in my mindframe, stop me from doing my thang See if I was a killa, y'all would hear my
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