Lyrics:
Club up Thugs.
{Manny Fresh}
Nigga like thiiiiiis.
{Baby}
Ridin on twenties.
Memphis and New Orleans we gonna show you how we do
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In
If you got a issue we can solve that
Pocket check homie I want all that
Tell em fall back
Team full of thugs and we all strapped
We all strapped, we
don't know by now baby I'm a star,
Look at my face,
Look at my car,
Look at my waist then look at my scars.
Look out da window see where we are.
In
To uptown, west bank the whole N.O. RIP to Soulja Slim and much love to dat CuttThroat
I'm in da club. Im straight doing my thing
I'm bout to go to the bar
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
[Intro - Krayzie]
Yâ¬"all know who it is: BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY, HARMONY, HARMONY
[Chorus - Krayzie & Flesh]
They know Iâ¬"m crazy by the flow
N-gga
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
[Mannie Fresh]
The incredible drum patterns of ya dude
Ladies and gentleman, the most beautifulest girl in the world pageant,
Brought to you by
slugs fly through midair
Landin thugs in wheelchairs from the slugfest
Keeps the iron, where the head rest, for the conquest
Subway, wordplay ricochet
father can you rescue, my young nation
rest the Lord will protect you, respect due
Not a threat as I step in blue, and check those
that oppose when I
in my P's
Me and my niggas is thug niggas, former known drug dealers
We don't love bitches and believe, they don't love niggas
I gotta blame my
I'm givin' mad love, I'm snugglin' hugs
Strugglin' thugs, smugglin' drugs
Jugglin' jobs, guzzlin' jugs
So here's a toast to federal checks
Hetero
Acting like your shit don't stink
Check out my diamonds, bitch, everyone's going to blink
This be a thug paid outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreaming
Bitches call me Horse the pussy filler
I'll fuck a big boned or slim chick
Beat that pussy up real quick then send home the bitch
ain't no sleepin in
Uhh, yeah, uhh, uhh, uhh
It's a Queens thing (uhh, uhh)
Too fly, word up
Khadafi, the next life, yeah, Thug Paradise
No doubt, check me out, yeah,
no imitations
Dre losin' his stack is slim as chances
Of Michael Jackson gettin' his
Black fans back my reputation's like a TEC-9
Knock out the best in
strong, streets miss me when I'm gone
I "Put On" for my city like Jeezy's song
Please believe me homes, matter fact check my stats
I ain't drop in three
the brothers representin' the Dirty Dozen
I be the F-R-O the double G
And check out the man, he goes by the name of er
Slim Shady, brain dead like Jim Brady
gut
Praying how me make it out the telly and touch
Fuck it, a Wesley Snipes movement on a Sunday in Bermuda
We laptop niggas, thugs in a computer
a thug thang, Outlaw nigga with riches
Cream dreamin', motherfucker, on a mash for bitches
Check my résumé, sippin' on Cristal and Alizé
Smokin' on big
Straight Spittin'
Flipmode Squad
_The_Imperial_
I'll bust all you cats in the game for malpractice
I'm in Jersey, where I'm paying no taxes
in CB4
Set up a contest, I'm coming
I'm taking the dough
They wouldn't pick you even if you had a afro
So don't try me, you better walk by me
I'll do
Check the pedigree, no edit necessary
It is because I said it'd be, let me breathe
If it's better, leave as it is
Imagining the chasm slims, our path
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