Lyrics:
of Lil' Robs
Is ther anythin' that you would like to say
To them Player Haters and if so what would it be
[Verse Two: Mr. Shadow]
Man I gotta give it
talkin shit ese
Baggy pants creased up
And I kick it with my thugs
If you ain't one of us
Then to you there is no love
Makin the rap
Strappin the gat
girl?)
Love (I love this shit)
Love this (Be-atch!!)
[Daz Dillinger]
She was a betty I done knew back in the day
Little scary lil' bitch from around
us into debates
Little by little I get a lil old
Heat from the dome but the flow is too cold
Not one of them ones who be selling they soul
You ain't
your foes and stay up on your toes
I love this game but its not the NBA
It be me and MJ doin' shit the playa way
Daily smokin' hay
The time on my
say it? 'nay'kin'? oh!
Harry-as-a-boy:
I think this is going too far, mr. thing-fish! I haven't even had a chance to fall in love, or to grow
[Intro: Bizzy]
Don't let the light skin fool you nigga
This your real homeboy
Lil' Bizzy the Kid, is definitely in the motherfuckin community
As I
helped me
Too much like him 'til my mama don't love me
On my own at a early age gettin' paid
And I'm strapped so I'll never be afraid
Where did I
Mr Garfield been shot down shot down shot down Mr Garfield been shot down low
Me and my brother was down close to the depot when I heard the report
in the same
She the only one to call me by my government name (Wassup)
Wassup
How you doing love
Come and kick it with a thug
We can party all
Lil Wayne:
Yeah (take me out, take me out)
ok now it was me and Mrs. C
we was chillin by ourself
both of us just popped a pill
and now am feelin'
(What Juicy say? He be like, "Shut the fuck up")
(Love it, man)
(Pop-pop that)
(Pop-pop that)
I'ma be your freak any time or place, any day
workin’ the block I’m by your side
He’s selling drugs but he’s my high
It’s that thug love
That gets you hype when you don’t even wanna
He ‘gon keep it real
guess I have to go through real pain
Heartbreak and tears gon' be worth the flowers and champagne ain't
No love for a thug, no love for a thug, there's no
niggas
We making the news
Acting the fool
Give me the loot
Wit that lil pistol we popping at you
Smoking them out
Calling them out
Nigga no capping I run
rounds empty, back for the street fame
One love to my true thugs
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame (bust)
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street
saying nigga we the hope
Do it for Jay
I ain't going nowhere we gone thug everyday nigga play I'ma do it for Zay
My lil cousin he bad if a nigga want smoke
the trenches
I hang w the robbers and killers
I dont try to be a thug
But they show a nigga love
Cause I got it out the mud you dig it
I dont care what you bang
know
How a young nigga be gettin' it
But oh my God, they say they
Uh-uh, uh-uh
Oh my God, they say they feelin' me now
Lil sexy mommy get on top, I like
the muthafuckin niggas with his tech.
He offered me a job said he'd front me what I needed
I said that I was with it dreamin one day I would be..
Mr. Big!
chorus:
a TRU thang
Respect it like your last name
Or get touched boy
I don't give a fuck boy
No Limit niggas we thug niggas we love niggas
TRU niggas
BRAKKIN so what?
Mind of a thug
Mind of a thug
Shorty love drugs
What's poppin I'm the plug?
Verse 1:
Bitch I'm Big Money
I'm bout to cashout
Rari
daddy)
Now I got that money, everybody love me
I'm a thug nigga, I might drop someone
I'm a thug nigga, I might flock someone
I'm a thug nigga, make
alright (I wanna go)
Nothin but peace (I wanna go) love (I wanna go nigga)
And street passion, every ghetto needs a thug mansion
[Verse Two: Nas]
A place
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