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don’t praise no God
The stares look hard, but it’s all a facade
Young boys become thugs when they get no love
I know that true love only come from above

I'm Wanted

Richie Sambora

Wild Wild West [1999 Original Soundtrack]

1999

to stop the process you know
Cover your chest I'll spray these through your thin vest
Feared like an outlaw from the East, getting stalked by Jim West

I don't fuck with hoes,
Them bitches gon' fuck with me
I don't want no one on this fucking beat
I'd rather be on this bitch by myself
I don't fuck

MAC-11
I'm a young thug like I'm Jeffery
Fuck on a bitch and her girlfriend
Money be makin' the world spin
Bitch this is a shakedown
Nobody don't make

went to jail just for foiling these drugs
Poisoned his guts now it's spoiling the love
But cav', thugs be avoidin' the hugs
They tryna fill that void

pray they in heaven
Brandish my weapon to get love from the thugs in the balcony section 

Looking hard from all the props I'm bench pressing 
Lick shots

sellin' your drugs right here?
(I mean) payin' the neighbors no mind
Niggas sellin' they dubs right here
It's Philly
It's supposed to be love in here

wrote
And you can quote me cuz
I'm from the block where we hopeless thugs
But we suppose to thug
A lot of niggas hate, a few show love
But that only keep

Bae say she too high
I been gone a minute but I look back it's like it flew by
Hate I hate to learn my lesson the hard way
They do lie
I keep getting

sometimes
Know I'm a kind one but I still be acting like a thug sometimes
Gotta shoulder shrug sometimes
But you still gotta show em love sometimes
You feelin

on the scene 
Big B.S.F. badaboom badabing 
City by the lanes, we throwing up gang 

If we locked in then, I ain't never gon' change
City by the lanes, we

Make'm Bleed

Fiend

Ghetto Organized

1998

nerves, compressions and by the bird 
You ain't heard, on the one seven them niggas do dirt 
And I bet my serve occur y'all felt my every word 
When I

ain't from the streets, but imma young thug
You, bitches for the streets, man I swear y'all can't get no love
Chasing green, ain't switching teams man,

I'm a mama wantin' me to do is praise God, so I follow this love so I can find our love
I cause my mama lots of heartache and lot of pain
If I can do

in love
But it seem like all the shit I do it just don't be enough
Ayy I'm finna pull up with my thugs
Ayy ayy we bout to fuck a nigga up
And he aint

At least by me, boywisely’s thug
Held my head with hands of red
The doctor says its time to go
Shades of pain this hate is torture, blood seed of thy

a sag in my jeans
Living the thug life dream

As a ghetto superstar, white cup full of bar
Dropping the top in the wind
So you know who we are
You can't

from, overcame by Jesus blood and the words of my testimony you dont like me tellin my story cause you aint got no testimony, save that preachin for

Do for Self

Flipmode Squad

The Imperial Album

1998

based on the same place and the same zone
-thugs call me the Don, but never feel my calm
-at the same time you know it's hard for me to stay on 
yeah I'm

push us to the hood
With crooked cops
Who love to throw the book
Look at me now
A thug
With a criminal background
Either kill or be killed
So you better

and she throwin' that ass

She got me in love but you know there's no love for a thug
Now I know how gross she don't give a fuck
I smoke a joint tryna heal

still showing me love I don’t know why they be doing that shit really don’t give a fuck I just stay true to myself stay on my grind and I live it up

how I feel
Shit ima thug it out by myself I wanna be alone
They stab me all in my back I still pick up the phone
My heart to big this is the reason why

straight so you know I been thumbing
I love when that money spread sound like it’s humming
Just stay to myself
Shit get real, gotta thug it
Stop flexing with