Lyrics:
Shawnna
When I bump that thang and keep a pocketbook of marijuana
Better keep that mouth out my business
'Cause I got that 50 for ya
And I'm off
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
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
n9ne and touched for the thug war whose got love for these niggas wit no love at all give a fuck guns clutched only left a ball I know you heard of me
in broad daylight
The only way you live if it don't spray right
But you out your death wish so if I miss you'll be facin barrels by midknight
bang)
Westside! (Hit 'em up, bang motherfucker bang)
[Young Jeezy]
Do ya thug thang gon' get 'em up
Represent ya side nigga hit 'em up
Disrespect
Where my Rolley wearing thugs who
Claim they don't love you
But any time you want something done, they do it
(That's what I'm looking for)
The ball
I was made by the same lust
The slave chains and cuffs
Jacked off on the corporate
Ladder and 'came up'
Inherently the games fucked
That's why I
paint with the gold thang shinin'
Hands out the window, I'm blinded by diamonds
Like they say, all good things to an end
Cause in the game you either
can't understand
How one real nigga became a real man
S is for the way I skeet in they mouth
One by one we muttin' 'em out
Man, them other niggas, y'all
are thug niggas raised in hell
I'm bailin' through the set wit a 40, smokin' a cigarette
Blastin' my radio, oldie tunes by The Marvellettes
Or you can scram cocksuck if you a hater mane
I keep 'em ladies going uh-uh-uh,
Uh-uh-uh (haa), uh-uh-uh (yea), uh-uh-uh
I'm a grown mane, Thug
We keep ya feelin' oh so high
Like its 1999
All over again with all of my hustlers, soldiers by my side
Been a long, long ride, I'm still
the bottle with Don, and I'm back for sure
Actin' a fool, gettin' skully, mixin' henny and mo
With plenty to draw, and we gotta blaze by the door
With too
this Thug Life it got me livin'
Initiated playa hated without givin' a single fuck
Why they dangling baby all on my nuts
I be singling fingering
burning
My enemies jurn these burning
When it stops nobody knows
I m about to cash the do
Catch the do
[Spice 1]
As the world turns
We all get
so long
And still got by
See thug money got blood on it
Plus it leave residue
Boy I'm tellin you
I put mo bread on it
I lost a homie in
(Can never girl)
Girl let me change up ya life (Ya life) girl let me add a little spice (Spice)
Swear I could make it all nice (All nice) swear I could
I be the worst like nick
To all them m.c. thugs
Like them four little kids
And the teacher gettin' plugged
I don't give a fuck style
Tell me
his chain
Then I spill his brain, then I feel his pain
Some of the consequences when you dealin with a plug thug
And I'm backed up by the Queen, we
of the goddamn boss
I don't make love, baby we make magic
Come home with a thug, let's get shit crackin
Always wear a (plastic), baby cause shit happens
She
watch your rabid-ass nine
Tryin' to stop cars hoo-bangin' this fast-lane game
It ain't a thang
I was learnin' this game when you was servin' your cane
conscious was 2 faced it lied
Who's by your side?
No-one
So I cried
Not a ball but a thug one
What happen when you don't feel love from your loved one?
It's
told me how heaven's gated (let a thug in)
Certified, decorated
Murder never hesitated, I heard it was premeditated (who told you that)
And my whole
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