Lyrics:
of a bitch, I sell the slugs
Keep a shotgun like Elmer Fudd
You could tell the judge dawg
I sat in the cell with thugs
One year and eight months still felt
feelin
Been havin tuh play my part, askin God for uh blessin
At times I needa vent, but all you niggas is shady
My back against the wall, and aint nobody
Woww, hehehe, yo Nigo turn me up a lil bit
Alright, thank you
My man Nigo, ooff
Daring my spot, is a mistake, see how he stretching his own lungs
Am
a part
Of that "statistic"
Of growing up without a father present
No one to teach him how to tie a tie
Or what to do when there's a girl he likes
No one
ramble on
Ion got a brass knuckle
I got the shit they scramble on
This yo brain on drugs
I heat my knife wit what the pan be on
Now there is sum bugs
Up in
Yeah step by step, nah mean
Everything's a process though, nah mean
Gotta throw that shit up, nah mean
Like you already know, yo Tokyo Cigar, nah
dem niggas
Since ma daddy died it feel Issa part of me missin
A real nigga in ma blood its in my arteries livin
Neva did no fuc shit and got da playin
the ones you loved run and not have a spine
They ain't got yo back they want parts of the prize
Watch the ones you loved double cross the one guy
That has
that thug shit I did I had a leave it out
The only mission on my mind is making money by the legal route
I'm a hand full like a juggler
Like what the fuck
Like what the fuck
I'm a motherfuck
Riddle what's a thug
In the middle of utopia
I bust similar to how
that's why ima die a G
The game full of fake thugs with their diaries
If you about it then you gonna be moving quietly
Once them stimmies hit ya'll thought
(To all you talkin' all that bullshit)
(Imma put it to you like this)
Ey yo I'm tryn'a make these niggas go bonkers
From London to the youngest
Whispering sweet
nothings in yo ear
Now you wanna thug it
out and get a tattoo tear
You screaming gang gang
till they deny you bond
Feds hit you
Yo, you can't fake it
Life's only what you make it
Front, be a snake, mess around, get your weight it
Ex-school boy who wanna go and try to take
TRU.
We got political leaders jockin' our fuckin' crew.
Millionaire motherfuckers but still we thug niggas.
Catch me flossin' in Hilfigers with my
killed a cop
You not a mothafuckin' thug yet
Your mind is empty and spacious
Like the part of the brain
That appreciates culture in a racist
Face it, you
twenty-two divided by seven
You're like Kevin Spacey, your style is usually suspect
You never killed a cop, you're not a motherfucking thug yet
Your mind is
BUT ITS WAR THEY BE LOOKING, CRIMINAL ACTS FROM THE CASH THAT THEY TOOK'AN
PART OF THIS IS ALL BOUT THE MONEY BUT THE EGO OVERIDE LOGIC FOR THE MONEY IN
Yo it’s time for another hit watch as the Shadow gets closer creepin thru ur wall like I’m supposed to
The locsta Mr Shadow comin thru for the year
"Fake big willies" get cuts of small bills
Insisting you players but won't get on the field
We can take this back to 89
I'll play my part like half
Tela hit that corner, you know's that I a goner
Outtie five-thousand and these hoes that I be housin'
Fuckin' thugs about a dozen, doin' sacks by
part with your gun and stay this cold
Yo, we in the streets where it's nothin' but love
I'm them leather shits, you the Michael Jackson glove
I'm in
You catch the hot ones, I got shells to lend
The iced-out Rolex means I got money to spend
Hate the thug muthafuckas, hate the gang
Compton hood
whinin' up on me
Way that you grindin' it slowly
Gyal, you know you life of the party (Yo, Tion Wayne from the 9), yeah, yeah, yeah
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