Lyrics:
know that thugs need love
Feeling so down casted
Ugh
Feeling so out casted
Ugh
I’m a thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Stay focus till I reach to the top
[Chorus]
You need a thug in your life
Who is makin and trippin he ain't holdin you tight (you need is a thug)
You need a thug in your life
Who take
after that I feel like I
Could just die in love
For the streets I got dying love
2 teardrops I'm crying for all my dying thugs
Embrace my pistol with
I'm eying, every motherfucker passing by on
Now the power in my brow
Make a thug uptown, come down
To hustle on Canal
Whats the bustle all about?
*featuring Bone Thugs 'N' Harmony Growing up, living in a panic zone Spitting wicket shit on the microphone Smoke that shit, your brains be blown You
fucking in the back of my concert
Offended by the lack of a roster
I can easily handle a monster
Off a redline and a handle of monster
We ain't the same boy
looking for a couple more
So if you get in my way, we got beef, and I'ma gut you like a fish, with my razor sharp teeth
I'm a pit-bull without a muzzle,
a little groupie love
And then you bumped into the whole Screwed Up Click and gave every member in the group a hug
Even messed with my boy Slim Thug, he
to come through with my hoopty
And scoopin chicks up at UC but Slim Thug
Tell them how they do it down in H Town
(that's right) tell them niggas how they do
We got that green stuff, Big Tite
Lil Flip the Leprechaun, Slim Thug the Boss Hogg
Fin to put it all in why'all face
I got too much money, too
[B Stille]
Yooooo!
I said Yooooo!
For all them industry haters that said we couldn't do it...
This for my country thug street yeagas!
You know
milionare
Thug Livin out a prison, pistols in the air
Hahaha biggie, remember when I used to let
You sleep on tha couch
And beg the trick to let
You sleep in
and some neck up on it
while i stand up in the background and check up on it)
ohh boy you looking like you like what you see
won't you come over check up
yea yea)
In your mind, I call my pistol 'cause it stay by me
(Uh-huh)
That's like my brother, lucky mothers
We ain't nothin' to see
(Uh-huh)
[Mannie Fresh] + (Slim Thug)
Ladies and Gentlemen!
And the people that payed for this remix (Geah!)
I just want y'all to know, Y'all alright with me,
[Biggie]
Check the pain I inflict, like a convict, the Fulton digger
Jump in the Acura Vigor, after I stick ya
Rip ya like a razor, straight up Henny
got Ying Yang Twins and Mike Jones in the house tonight!
Yo yo
(All these piece)
Collipark and Swishahouse in this bitch
Check it out, yo yo
I'm
rap shit
E.S.G., we running this rap shit
Rayface, we running this rap shit
[Slim Thug]
The take over, this the hater makeover
If you got plex with
bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin' slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest shit in the industry (uh)
I got every thug
bitch up
Pick the fifth up, cock, spit, you would swear it's rainin' slugs (what?)
I'm the hottest shit in the industry (uh)
I got every thug
a picture
I'm counting money
I just want me seven figures
You mess with Chako
He gon' bite you he a pitbull
I'm in the cut finna shoot you
If you ack up
I'm
Pitbull slash Q-Bon
Yo
One time for Heavy Management, Baja Pantie
Them 6 - 7 Boys
Welcome to Miami where them boys used to touch tourists on a daily
Que te pasa, you ain't even in my clasa
I'm the wrong one to fuck with
Drive-bys in the truck quick
Fuck you, suck dick, ha
You ain't got no wins in
Way too cold for these niggas don't like me
Checks on my feet like I'm sponsored by Nike
All said I'm flodging until they seen me ballin
Pull up in
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