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and on the
Shelve theirs a snitch on every
Tear it ain't about east
Cost or west cost to all of
My soldiers lets make a toast
To fallen comrads and thugs too I
Need

Happiness is real for a lot of people 
But for me it feels a lot like I'm chasing a unicorn
Rainbows are real but I never heard of anyone 
Getting

at follies
In love with the thug life
I'm trippin but not of the mollies
Ill pull up in that bitch and make a movie baby
You with her and not me, thats how you

me
Had to do it by myself, cuz we done lost too many homies

I mention Zo in every song, hope his family know I missed him
When a homie caught my

if it's money coming in i give a hand
Staying alive ain't no joke
I got uncles who life got took over by coke
Now i'm nineteen fighting fucking charges

with the cannon, no Nick, we just wildin'
Blood in my veins, my pocket, and on my red bottoms
Separate the real from the fake, watch when the feds got

and drugs
I need my Migos Glacier Thugs
They was there when I was down and I was broke
Kept it real with me although I had a choke
Cook my eggs by the dozen

of fact, I'm somebody
This love too genuine, too hard just to come by it
Boss, I don't hunt niggas down, a come find me
Outside with it all on me, like I'm

to me
I know, you ain't gotta cater to me
I know, you ain't gotta cater to me
Yeah, I came up when niggas fell
Yeah, I can't tell when love is real
Yeah,

long as I'm by myself, then ima team!
Grind til I lost my mind and my regime, soon as the sun went down
It rose for me! Damn! 
Everywhere I'm at my job,

Cry No More

Cross Movement

Left Behind 2: Urban Hip-Hop

2002

getting mugged for timbs
No need for ramps cause no need for wheel chairs
No need for weaves cause you'll feel your real hair

[Chorus]

One day when

that

Black, Black, Black
Black shoes
Black shirt
Black hair; don't care
I need black rings
Inside, matte black leather seats
Love my black skin I'm in

Secure my heart with gun like a bad guy sell my emotion out like a fraud guy
So i can be free like a nigga doing skydive if you love me for real that's hi

Shut Up

Trina

Book of Thugs: Chapter AK Verse 47

2000

Boy jeans you're wearin?) 
Hell nah hoe, you know they Polo's
I been used again, accused again, this time 
been wrong to chop somethin done by one

Boi!

Mike Jones

The Voice [Clean]

2009

boys are ??
Gotta stay on me

It's the chico!
Your problem's gang homie

Catch me at the club
Girls show me love
Boys dap me hugs
Haters need mugs

But I

most loved you feel me)
What it take to be loved
Swear to god I only feel love from all of my thugs
And these niggas that's pulling up just to tell me

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

here gotta maintain tho 
Shits wicked 

Make a nigga go insane yo 
Start trippin 

Ain't no real OGs left 
Too many internet thugs there needs to be less

turned me to a thug
I was skipping school with Quan, He touched down and ran it up
I get blessed but I'm so cursed that I always fuck it up
Taking pills

This shits fucked up got me thinkin' I don't wanna wedding
Ain't no real love in the streets no matter how much you love it
Meet a real a thug in

to tell em to leave cause ion need ya 

Blowin this diesel
The krib is clouded
Bitch
Idgaf Watchu did 
Or said about me
Everything should be said wit

niggas that wear Boss
Claimin to be thugs and chicks that's gossippin too much
I hold a grudge, what?
Tug of war, prepare for the mug, what
P Perry,

never make it I kept it real
I feel like it’s fate only time’ll tell
I sit and I think when I’m by myself
I got the keys but it’s not for sale
I’m in

I'm dragging my nuts I got all of this shit on my own
Lil bitch I don't need nobody
She trying to fuck, I'll be there by Eight probably
I got want