Lyrics:
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
and dangerous
Ain't too many can bang with us
Straight up weed no angel
Dust, label us notorious. Thug ass niggas that love to bust, its strange to us
Y'all
undressin' to test me and uh
Shut me down if ya want, and miss the chance to do it live
When I stroll by, I see that look in yo' eye
You wants a nigga,
'ma turn up the music, wake up the neighbors
I'ma get that "Thug Life" tatted 'cross the navel
This is how I am in real life, not just on cable
"Mr
Red Foo, Mr. Worldwide
Mr. Vain, Rush
You took my love, I thought I was the only one
You took my love, it feels like you did it for fun
You took my
AK
I'm still the thug that you love to hate
Little busta, I hit em up
I'm from N-E W Jerz
Where plenty murders occur
No point to comment
We bringin
girl, what's up?
Yeah, let me show you somethin'
Baby girl, come fuck with a thug, yeah, I could show you somethin'
Have you ever fell in love with
her by the hand and guide her to my arms somehow
Mr. Lovemaker, don't let anyone take her
I need that woman's love to set me free
Mr. Lovemaker,
bring it back, Lil' Kim press the rack
[Lil' Kim]
Yeah I'm short and sexy, my love's divine
My name is QB and I blow your mind with the
*mouth noise*
When
it's gonna come for you)
Dead souls, nigga, this for Wally, Eazy, C's Uncle Charlie
Lil Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I don't roll
stay high
If I could teach the world (whole wide world)
To be a thug-n-harmony (harmony)
Then I would teach the world (whole wide world)
To be
the family scriptures
1999 nigga, still struggling
Trying to get some money with this mastermind I'm juggling
Sharpen up ya thug mentality
And by the year
somebody gonna fade away
Lord, I got a lil' into trouble, down on Mr. Stovall's
Place
Lord, I have got in a little trouble, way down on Mr.
Stovall's
Love you didn't do right by me
You planned a romance that just hadn't a chance and I'm through
Love you didn't do right by me
I'm back
hang with me
Like being a thug is the thang to be?
But I got love for my homies, the G's and macks
And if you're black, you better stay strapped
soon? (Ayy, ayy)
She said, "Mr. Hollywood, won't you come back soon? (Ayy, ayy)
She said, ooh
I just wanna lay right by your side
We don't gotta
on a pistol, I'm clutching, yeah (fuck it)
Lil' nigga know he on a different bracket
My money stretch long, bitch, Mr. Fantastic (yeah)
Known to pull up,
Quit leaving message bout where I was last week
It's understood, Mr. Tell It listen close
I ain't married and ya boy don't love the hoe
Mr. Tell It
Love you didn't do right by me
You planned a romance that just hadn't a chance and I'm through
Love you didn't do right by me
I'm back
of
My sweet lil' darlin' gives me her love
Don't catch me chasin' 'round at night
I'm not impressed by glamor sights
Lil' darlin' may not be
than every (ooh) star above
Mr. Big Stuff
Who do you think you are?
Mr. Big Stuff
You're never gonna get my love
Now I know all the girls I
rounds empty, back for the street fame
One love to my true thugs
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street fame (bust)
Comin' to a ghetto near you, street
to jack
He don't know I got a glock 'til his ass get shot
Like a motherfucking thug disease
Craving beats like they motherfucking drugs to me, hey
We've taken all you've given
But it's gettin' hard to make a livin'
Mr. President have pity on the working man
We're not asking you to love us
You
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