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and the Jews
Im, slinging the drugs, slinging the drugs
Hanging with thugs I knew before
The fame and the love
I'm one of the first artists
Who get love from

right now
Aint waiting on no check, get me paid right now
Was looking for some love, it don't ever come around
Imma thug it out myself don't hit me right

her cameras, my paint on her
I found my lover and best friend
I keep her by my side like my weapon
And I'm still in love, I can't pretend
She the only

sweat them rainy days
You ain't a thug
You don't need a gun
I know you been hurt, but you still got love
If you need to talk, then just hit me up
You can

neighborhood
Guess we gotta be the saviors of it
So we saving up to give the neighbors 
Something change the way we love cause in a way we cousins
From

Raised in the trap I was brought up by thugs
No teddy bears used to cuddle them drugs
I like the sound when we popping them guns
Like 4th of July we light

And I'm yellin' out, "Nigga, come move"
I keep me a Glock, yeah, I love how it feel
Them bullets stay coming out smooth (6locc 6aby)
A big .45, Glock .21

Probably in the section with thugs
We all seen stuff
They know it's all love
From the town of the Buck
When I'm going for the dub then it's really going up

and make a preacher scream out Holy Shit!'
This niggas triple-six, but the reverse of it
Slaughter tracks sorta like the murders commited by Berkowitz

to the pen
I'm only sixteen sleeping in a cage with grown men
It's the chain gang slaves on our way to see the judge
Ain't no love when a fake thug snitches

Then Till Now

Bliss N Eso

Day of the Dog

2006

you
so we can stand together recognize the vision,
its one love, one life, sets aside our differences
You gotta understand me
(You gotta understand

hustling a bunch of drugs with me
A bunch of thugs with me no no I don't trust bitches
Talking how I want because I can don't get knocked off
I was chewing

Assumptions

Dizzy Wright

SmokeOut Conversations

2012

everybody else, living in this world with no help
No guidance, no self-love, until I met drugs
Gangstas being imitated, by internet thugs, Shrugs
No hugs,

would scoop you
You would sneak out after curfew
Don’t know where your mind at
You love picking the wrong boys
Use to holla at you back then
You made

["Where's the Money?" by K.A.R.D. plays in the background throughout the video.
K.A.R.D. from the bottom turned up and then there's nothing that we

call
Make tunes outlasting all, classicness like Biggie spit
I like her but she shows me no love gives me the snub
I think she's intimidated by this

a clue

Chorus

For all the ones that's locked down
You claim you spreadin them love
But on the garbage that you spit, your message makin them thugs

holla Thug Life but they didn't understand
That this motherfucking drug life was meant to be a means to an end
Not a way of life
America suckered you in
I

Get It On

Slim

Dirty South

2000

Everybody be hatin' like we Bonnie and Clyde
Intellectual thug, the only nigga by my side

Between me and you let's keep it one on one
Check them hoe's

who to blame
I always give my last coming through when it's clutch
Giving time & money but shit I guess it's not enough
I got friends I love more than

They believe I'm an easy target, I'm shielded by bodies like I live in a closet
It was easy at first, lil beefs but bullets started raining, shit got

certain, to get it working
You can carry the weight or get crushed by the burden
This muthafucka acting like he game to represent
But the only action, he go

Phoenix) Can you believe this tweeds make me a genius it wasn’t nothing but chiefs thugs and knuckleheads where I stay raised in that Killa Cali West Coast

People

Milton Bradley

The Son of Norma

2014

called me a cheating bastard
No more broke mon, now 'Los so strong
The world show me more fuckin' love than a slow song

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