If You A Thug - Lyrics - Thug On Da Line - Krayzie Bone

Title: If You A Thug
Album: Thug On Da Line
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Vachik Aganaintz, Jermaine Hargrove, Kimberly Laurice Ward, Sarkis Balasanyan, Eloyd Britt, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

If you a thug nigga what, you poppin' slugs at snitch niggas
You ain't playing, shit you's a halt about your figgas
If you thug, forever rollin' on dubs
20 deep [Incomprehensible] pressin' the clubs with your thugs

Nigga if you a thug than you better have tatts
And whenever I got beef, I can call you for straps
Nigga if you a thug than you all about paper
And you know there's only one way you got to deal with a hater

If you a thug you wouldn't have been talkin' it
You would have been walkin' it
Loading up your pistol marking your target and popping it
If you a thug then what the fuck that make me?
A Krayzie, nigga y'all ain't trying to see

If you a thug only thing squilling will be your wills
And you was a pilling at still at whoever the fuck you wasn't feeling
Thugs know the verse, my thugs holler louder than that
You don't hear them, you heard them in niggas just follow the path

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

If you a thug, I know you ain't loving the bitch
Hugging the bitch, you say you just be rubbing the clique
If you a thug, you know you can't be tricking the dough
Roll up in the halls, keep eyes on your foes

Yea, yea, yea, yea, nigga if you a thug than it's bitches you lust
You know it's hard to find a pritty dyme piece you trust
Nigga if you a thug than you got to get yours
You still doing your thang but ain't no love for whores

If you a thug you don't need no money to make some money
Because if you a thug, if you ain't got it you taking money
If you a thug you don't give a fuck about the judge
Doing three strikes when you living your life thug

What a thug see thru whatever you were trying to do
I bet a thug can show you better than a thug can tell you
Thugs stay talking and walking, stay rolling and sparking up
Thugs stay swollen in they hearts and in they nuts

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

If you a thug, oh yeah, you know you staying [Incomprehensible] so high
Keep your heat on your side when you ride
If you a thug see you that type of nigga that never given a fuck
Mad doggin' on than niggas like what, if you a thug

If you a thug you probably fighting a case
Harassed by the police and probably sprayed with mase
Nigga if you a thug you know the law ain't shit
You screaming fuck the police and telling the president to eat a dick

If you a thug you woulda been screaming this shit before we was
Is you a thug or a nigga just trying to ride the bandwagon
If you a thug you got no problem spending blood
Over the shit you love so nigga tell me, still a thug?

If you a thug you wouldn't be hollering
About what you would of could of
But should of you done it, now nigga run it
On your mothafuckin' stomach, ashes and elbows
Cocka-doo-doo, you know how the tail goes

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard
Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands

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If U A Thug - Lyrics - Boyz N da Hood - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: If U A Thug
Album: Boyz N da Hood
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): Jay Jenkins, Jacoby White, Keith Mcmasters, Miguel T. Scott, Lee Dixon

Lyric:
Yup, yup, okay, yeah, yeah
Boyz N Da Hood
Ey, yeah, lets go, ey, yeah
Jody Breeze, Big Duke, Young Jeezy, Gee

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

Well I can't tell you 'bout them otha niggaz but my niggaz gutta niggaz
Push and shove and mean muggin', cockin' back 'n bustin' niggaz
Y'all betta back up off me 'cuz
Y'all fuck niggaz dunno me homes

Ionno who you thought I was but I'll put one off in your dome
So, y'all betta go head on
Y'all don't really wanna go head on
Fuckin' with a real nigga, get a nigga killed
I'll spill yo brains on the side of a building

Nigga, you ain't gotta have my back, nigga
I don't gotta carry no gats, nigga
I don't gotta grab no bat, nigga
Y'all ain't bad like that

So, talk what you know ho and not what you heard
Don't be hatin' the playa 'cuz yo game is not as superb
I got niggaz out on the curb, tryin' to put out a verse
Servin' to people who can't seem to straighten out they nerve

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

Yo we real life home invaders
Dressed in all black like the raiders
Snatch slugs and niggas, teddas if they playin' 'bout that paper
Stay rollin' out Cali rovers, silencers and flash lights

Coming at me side ways, betta get yo fuckin' posture right
Y'all niggaz mistaken, thankin' y'all can play us like a chump
Treat ya like a baseball player and put ya in a permanent slump
Niggas dump, jump, pumps in my lap, fuck the trunk

Please believe we bring the funk, yo, scrub erase a chump
Every day an episode mostly ova chanky ho's
That's why I be often throwed, play the game how it go
All we do is bob and weave, search fo ways that we can eat
Still stuck out here in the streets, all of us got a mill apiece

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

No time for talkin', if you want it come and get it
Fuck that sucka, start to poppin', I'm the one that's in the trenches
Told 'em Bibles 'n Crusafixes, life ain't 'bout what it seems
I sleep when I'm wide awoke, wake up, I be in a dream

Livin' a nightmare, go halkin' with Stephen King
You work with a butcher knife, be lookin' like Wolverine
I run with my dead folks, my life is stuck in between
I'm one with the holly ghost, we say no 'bout twice a week

You a killa, well gone and kill, you a gangsta, well join a gang
You a pimp, well then pimp a bitch, get 'em rich or just get the change
See I live by the quarter mile, I'm walkin' against the grain
Now call it like daddy, call it the rest is in Jesus name

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

If you's a thug, go on, show us, shorty rush a nigga
If you's a hustla cop, some weights and build yo muscles, nigga
If you's a killa then go and leave 'em bloody nigga
And we some playas, we ain't worried 'bout them otha niggaz

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If You A Thug - Lyrics - Boyz N Da Hood

Title: If You A Thug
Artist: Boyz N Da Hood
Composer(s): Lee Dixon, Jay Jenkins, Keith Mcmasters, Miguel T Scott, Jacoby White

Lyric:
Yup, yup okay
Ya, ya, Boyz n da hood
Ay, ya, let's go, ay, ya
Jody breeze, Big Duke Young Jeezy, gee

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried bout them Otha niggas

Well, I cant tell you 'bout them Otha niggas
But man niggas gotta nigga pushin' shovin'
Mean muggin' coakin' back and bustin' niggas
Y'all betta back off me 'cuz y'all punk niggas

Don't know me Holmes I don't know who you thought I was
But I'll put one off in yo dome so y'all bettbetta go head on
Y'all don't really want to go head on fuckin' with a real nigga
Get a nigga killed I spill yo brains on the side of a building nigga

You ain't got to have mah back nigga I ain't got to carry no gat nigga
I ain't got to grab no bat nigga y'all ain't bad like dat so talk
What you know ho and not what you heard don't be hatin' a playa
'Cause yo game is not as superb I got niggas out on the curb
Tryin' to put out a verse servin' to people who can't seem
To straight in out they nerve
(Ay)

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

Yo, we real life home invaders dress in all black like the raiders
Snatch slugs and niggas teddas if they playin' 'bout that paper
Stay rollin' out Cali rovers silencers and flash lights coming at me
Side ways betta get yo fuckin' poster right yeah

Niggas mistaken thankin' y'all can play us like a chump
Treat ya like a baseball player and put you in a permanent
Slump niggas dump jump pumps in mah lap fuck the trunk please
Believe we brangin' the funk yo scrub erase a chump

Every day an episode mostly ova chunky ho's
Thats why I be often throed play the game how its go
All we do is bob and weave search fo ways that we can eat
Still stuck out here in the streets all of us got a mill apiece

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

No time for talk if you want it come and get it
Fuck that sucka start to poppin' I'm the one
That's in the trenches tottin' bottles and crucifixes
Life ain't 'bout what it seems

I sleep when I'm wide awoke wake up I be in a dream
Livin' a nightmare go halkin' with Stephen King
You work with a butcher knife be lookin' like Colver reign
I run with mah dead folks mah life is stuck in between

I'm one with the holly ghost we say no 'bout twice a week
You a killa we'll gone and kill you a gangsta we'll join you
A pimp we'll then pimp a bitch get 'em rich or just get
The change see I live by the quarter mile I'm walkin' against the grain
Now call it like daddy call it the rest is in Jesus name

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga
If us a hustla cope yo weights and build your muscle niggas
If us a killa then gone leave um bloody nigga
And playas we ain't worried 'bout them Otha niggas

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Thug In Me, Thug In You - Lyrics - 2pac

Title: Thug In Me, Thug In You
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Richard Cedric Hailey, Johnny Jackson, Jewell Peyton, Joel Lamont Hailey, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
'Pac
Maybe, it's the thug n me
You know, what time it is?

By age thirteen I was buck wild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes, no time to be a peaceful man
Had to shatter fools that's 'til I put my eyes on you

Goddamn, sweetheart, you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone in my bedroom
Baby, can we bone and get it on?

Tell me, lady, how you like me?
And if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
But do it lightly 'cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night

Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's the thug n me, so whatchu sayin' girl?

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

Woke up this mornin', feelin' kinda horny
I want you to come over to get some of this thug love
Tell me how you want it, girl, tell me how you like it, girl
Tell me do you need it, girl, don't try to fight it, come on

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

How do you want it? I said toss it up
Let me be your dentist, let me floss it up
Tell me how you want it, tell me how you need it
Tell me how you like it, don't try to fight it

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

Moan, baby, when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin', tongue kissin'
As I hit it from the back with the bed ringin'

Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass
Love fuckin' in tha mornin', I get ya wet and bust a sweat
Then I'm gone, left you on yo' own, girl

Tell me what you feel like blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice, that's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug n me, I pull ya hair while we fuckin' in the chair
When ya lovin' me up against the wall

You can have it all, just try, bet my kiss
Can get you high, don't pass by, grab me by my nuts
When I'm lovin' you, now open up
And let me put the thug n you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
I got a lot of thug n me that I wanna give to you, girl

Maybe some thug n me, it gotta be a thug n you
Thug n me, a little bit of thug n me
A little bit of thug n you, a little bit of thug n you
Thug n me

A whole lotta thug n you, a whole lotta thug n me
A whole lotta thug n me, come on

A whole lotta thug n me, a whole lotta thug n you
A whole lotta thug n me, you need some thug n you
A whole lotta thug n me, you need some thug n you

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Be Real - Lyrics - King of Crunk & Bme Recordings Present: Lil Scrappy & Trillville Chopped & Screwed - Lil Scrappy

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Thug N U Thug N Me - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Thug N U Thug N Me
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Jewell Peyton, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Put me in that, ay come on JoJo, 'Pac
Yeah, that type of shit, you know what time it is

By age thirteen I was buck wild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools
That's till I put my eyes on you
God damn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you

Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on
Tell me lady, how you like me
And if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
But do it lightly, 'cause that excites me to let it pop

And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's the thug in me, so what you sayin' girl?

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you

Moan baby when we bone it's on, it's so strong
Niggaz in the next room'll come
I got ya head swingin', tongue kissin' as I hit it from the back
With the bed ringin', give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass

Love fuckin' 'n the moanin', I get ya wet and bust a sweat, then I'm gone
Left you on your own girl, tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice, that's if it feel right, maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin' in the chair, when ya lovin' me

Up against the wall, you can have it all, just try
Bet my kiss, can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you

Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble, in and out long stroke, hold ya breath now
Close your eyes deep throat, did you like it?

Ooh I'm excited!
'Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited, c'mon now
Let me see ya shake your rump, tell me
How long will it take to come, havin' fun

Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way

Yeah baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came
I gotcha goin' wild, 'cause I'm lovin' you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin' thug in you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you

I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations
I don't got no motherfuckin' explanations
You know what I'm sayin'? It's the thug in me

Don't be askin' why I'm pullin' your hair
And why I fuck so motherfuckin' thuggish
That thug passion, You know what I mean?

Bitch, no mercy, what you scared of?
Didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be
Strokin, and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked

Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin' 'bout
"Tupac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit, hahaha
Turn over! Maybe it's the thug in me!

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Thug N U Thug N Me [Remix] - Lyrics - Until The End Of Time - 2pac

Title: Thug N U Thug N Me [Remix]
Album: Until The End Of Time
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): Johnny Jackson, Jewell Peyton, Tupac Shakur

Lyric:
Ay, come on JoJo, 'Pac
Yeah, that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me

By age thirteen I was buck wild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man had to shatter fools
That's 'til I put my eyes on you
Goddamn, sweetheart you got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home, get you all alone
In my bedroom, baby can we bone, and get it on

Tell me lady how you like me
And if you want it harder baby, come and bite me
But do it lightly 'cause that excites me to let it pop
And if you lick me right, I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin' deep, it's the thug in me, so whatchu sayin' girl?

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you, girl

Moan baby when we bone it's on
It's so strong niggaz in the next room'll cum
I got ya head swingin', tongue kissin'
As I hit it from the back with the bed ringin'
Give me space as I lick ya face, stick the place
Synchronize so I drive when they kick the bass
Love fuckin' in tha mo'nin, I get ya wet and bust a sweat
Then I'm gone, left you on yo' own girl

Tell me what you feel like, blindfolded
I'm cold do it real nice that's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull ya hair while we fuckin' in the chair
When ya lovin' me up against the wall
You can have it all, just try bet my kiss
Can get you high, don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you, girl

Say baby what's your phone number?
Be warned, I'm like a storm with my own thunder
I make the room rumble in and out long stroke
Hold ya breath now, close your eyes deep throat
Did you like it? Ooh, I'm excited
'Cause it's a party in my bedroom, you're invited
C'mon now, let me see ya shake your rump
Tell me how long will it take to cum, havin' fun

Do it one on one and we can all get involved
First y'all do me, then I'll fuck y'all
When you call me the next day
To get sexed by a nigga in the best way
Yeah, baby it's a price to pay, only play in the fast lane
When you a hustler, motherfuck a cash came
I gotcha goin' wild, 'cause I'm lovin' you
Drugged out with this motherfuckin' thug in you

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you, girl

A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna put in you
A thug nigga like me, I need a thug lady like you
Got a lot of thug in me, that I wanna give to you, girl

I don't wanna talk, I don't want no explanations
I don't got no motherfuckin' explanations, y'knahmsayin'?
It's the thug in me
Don't be askin' why I'm pullin' your hair
And why I fuck so motherfuckin' thuggish
That thug passion, y'knahmean?

Bitch, no mercy, what you scared of?
Didn't you come over here to get fucked?
You ain't come over here for me to be
Strokin', and all that bullshit
You came over here to get fucked

Shit, if I ain't fuck you thug style
Bitch you'd leave my house talkin' 'bout
"Tupac can't serve me"
Won't have me crossed up in that bullshit
Turn over, maybe it's the thug in me

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Hush - Lyrics - The Sneak Attack - Krs One

Title: Hush
Album: The Sneak Attack
Artist: Krs One
Composer(s): Lawrence Parker, Durant Gordan Bj Wheeler

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Lyric:
Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Uh-huh, we was done?
Uh-huh, whatchu thought? Yeah yeah yeah
Whatchu thought? uh, uh, uh
Yo, yo, back again, what's that? Back again
What's that? Word come on

A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's hush

A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's hush

Yo, yo, yo, check it, check it
Let us begin', KRS, winnin' again, KRS one did it again
KRS bigger than them, look at them they bit it again
I think my gun just gonna start clickin' again

Click clack, I always spit back
Anybody call my name I go get that
In fact we draggin' 'em out, to a deserted route
The teacher returns, you must learn, the word is out

No doubt highly respected, front page records
Off the hook, yet still connected
Are you teachin' yourself, teachin' yourself?
I'm like history repeatin' itself

Criminal minded, you've been blinded again
Lookin' for my style you can't find it again
You can find these others that may sound like Kris
But when it comes to the hands they don't get down like Kris

They never ran up in the clubs with a hundred thugs
Never had the respect of crips and bloods
Never knew B.O., they never knew big pun
They never battled MC's, they never bust they gun

They don't know that, all they know is that show dat
That's digital audio tape if you don't know that
Now go back and get my name correct
'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's hush

Word, yeah yeah, uh-huh, yo
Yo, yo, yo hit 'em Kris
What mean the world to me? H I P H O P
And S I M, O N E and G O D, I stay low key

I go down to Hell, and slap up Satan
Then return to Heaven, where Scott Larock is waitin'
Resurrection, just like my brown complexion
When I speak, I don't need protection from the heat

I walk these streets and I'm quick to hit first
Throw on any beat I'll be quick to spit first
And rip town, I take one look around
And all you hear is, "Get down, get down, get down"

Knowledge reigns supreme, I stay on blast
That's why these rappers want me to go on last
That's the truth, that's the fact, that's the deal
Forget sex appeal, my tech is real

And my rep is real, KRS
Woo-woop-woop, that's the sound of EMS
The rag on your head, it best stay white
'Cause I can turn that red in a mintue aight

Now go back and get my name correct
'Fore I snatch them diamonds from 'round your neck
Once again, get my name correct
'Fore I snatch that platinum from 'round your neck

A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's hush

Yeah, yeah, yo, yo, yo
To all my heads who wanna see an improvement
In hip-hop culture, join this movement
We need more glocks than my man Freddie Fox
The knowledge I spit to the click it don't stop

That hardcore Godcore, ready to start war
Rock more shock more top your pop tour
I'm sure I'll drop the grade to zero
When the teacher return, I don't chase Deniro

Like where yo? Where yo? they livin' in fear yo
It's a jungle sometime, but I got my spear yo
The album's called 'Sneak attack', that's what it is
KRS-One spittin' facts to kids

A army suit, a pair of timbs don't make you a thug
That tough guy talk don't make you a thug
An ill mug and a gat don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's hush

A doo rag a platinum chain don't make you a thug
A north face and skully hat don't make you a thug
A fat ride with chrome don't make you a thug
A real thug is a thug that's hush

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Down Ass Bitch - Lyrics - Pain Is Love - Ja Rule

Title: Down Ass Bitch
Album: Pain Is Love
Artist: Ja Rule
Composer(s): Irving Lorenzo, Jeffrey Atkins, Tiffany Lane, Seven Marcus Aurelius

Lyric:
Ja Rule, Chuck B-more
Every thug needs a lady
And every thug needs a down ass bitch, feel me
Every thug needs a lady
Baby I'm convinced, you my down ass bitch

Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch

I know that you're lovin' me 'cause you thug with me
Who bust slugs for me, My baby
Who gon' kill for you, like I comfort you, who else but the Rule?
You feel me, girl when we connect the dots we hit the spot
Twin Benz's, you ride hard, I ride drop
And to make it better, baby got the nina' Beretta tucked low
And I'm two cars back with the four-four
And it freaks you out, on your Momma's couch

That's what us thugs be 'bout
(You know me)
And when I pray for love, baby pray for us, who celebrates the thugs?
(My lady)
Got me seekin' capital game when I spit sixteen
Whether bars or sixteens in the doors of cars
(A star is born)
In the hood, made a name live on, R U L E, ladies, feel me

Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch

Now I'm show you blood or love, there's no belly you bounce from
Blow sellin', dough amounts to no tellin'
There'll be no tellin', snitches get it back
Those gats to your backs for my boy, what part of the game is that?
Niggas and they feelings
'Cause I handle your dealings, keep your name intact
My fame's intact so cops won't know what it's hittin' for
Now hoes wanna know what you shittin' for

'Cause I'm your bitch, the Bonnie to your Clyde
It's mental, mash your enemies, we out in the rental
I'm your bitch, niggas run up on ya
Shift ya lungs, who's your organ donor?
What they know about extreme meausures, I'm a ride with you
And my baby three-eighty at my side
And we lock the town, I'm as down as any thug
My love, they gotta take us in blood, what

Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch

You could die from love at any given time I could die from slugs
But that's what this life is capable of
The death and the life of a bitch and a thug, is what I'm scared of
But got a woman that ain't afraid to, tuck the toast in the Escalade
Pop on niggas that showin' me shade
But only for the Rule 'cause that's my baby

Got me a down ass bitch with red hair, that don't care
Blazed by the shots and flares
Girl c'mon, follow me and bust back at police, conceal ya heat
It's a bit much to blaze up
Rule and Chuck and I.G., The Murderers, I-N-C
With one on the hip, one in the holster, nigga will toast ya quick
Especially a down ass bitch

Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch

Thug on
('Cause you my down ass bitch)
Thug on, ladies
Thug on
('Cause you my down ass bitch)
Thug on, baby
Thug on
('Cause you my down ass bitch)
Thug on, ladies
Thug on
('Cause you my down ass bitch)
Thug on, baby

Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch

Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd lie for me, like you lovin' me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd die for me, like you cry for me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
If you'd kill for me, like you comfort me
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)
Girl I'm convinced, you're my down ass bitch
Baby say yeah
(Baby say yeah)

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Ci &Amp; Jojo - Thug N U Thug N Me - Lyrics - X - K

Title: Ci &Amp; Jojo - Thug N U Thug N Me
Album: X
Artist: K
Composer(s): Richard Cedric Hailey, Johnny Jackson, Jewell Peyton, Joel Lamont Hailey, Tupac Shakur

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Lyric:
By age 13 I was buck wild
Good in my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood
Never be the same
Walked in my daddy's shoes
No time to be a peaceful man
Just shatter fools
That's 'til I put my eyes on you
Goddamn sweetheart
You got some thighs on you
Now I can't wait to get you home
Get you all alone
In my bedroom
Baby can we bone and get it on?
Tell me lady how you like me
And if you want it harder, baby
Come and bite me
But do it lightly
'Cause that excites me
The lady bite
And if you lick me right
I'll do it all night
Only got fucked by a drug dealer
Never felt the real
Passion of a thug nigga
Though I like the way you scream when you lovin' me
I'm goin deep
It's the thug in me
So whatcha sayin, girl?

Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl

Woke up this mornin'
Feelin' kinda horny
I want you to come over
To get some of this thug love
Tell me how you want it, girl
Tell me how you like it, girl
Tell me do you need it, girl
Don't try to fight it
Come on

Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl

How do you want it? (How do you want it?)
I said toss it up (Toss it up)
Let me be your dentist (Be your dentist)
Let me floss it up (Floss it up)
Tell me how you want it (Want it)
Tell me how you need it (Need it)
Tell me how you like it (Like it)
Don't try to fight it (Fight it)

Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl

Moan baby when we bone, It's on
It's so strong niggas in the next room will come
I got your head swinging
Tongue kissing
As I hit it from the back
With the bed ringing
Give me space
As I lick your face
Stick the place
Synchronized so I grind
When they kick the bass
Love fucking in the mornin'
I get you wet, bust a sweat
Then I'm gone
Left you on your own, girl
Tell me what you feel like
Blindfolded I'm cold do it real nice
That's if it feel right
Maybe it's the thug in me
I pull your hair
While we fucking in the chair
When you loving me
Up against the wall
You can have it all
Just try
Bet my kiss can get you high
Don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts
When I'm loving you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you

Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me (In me)
That I wanna put in you (Put in you)

Thug nigga like me
Need a thug lady like you
I got alotta thug in me
That I wanna give to you, girl

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Thug Alwayz - Lyrics - Krayzie Bone

Title: Thug Alwayz
Artist: Krayzie Bone
Composer(s): Janie Bradford, Steven Howse, C Scruggs, Gloria Jones, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

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Lyric:
It's 1999
Guess what?
The motherfuckin' real thugs is in this motherfucker now

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Niggas look out
And we in the motherfucker house
We in here now
It's going down steepin' through the crowd
Sippin' on Henny we get wild
Niggas lookin' fool
If he even move and step like he hatin', knock him out
And then keep stompin' his head in the ground

And drag him out onto the dance floor
Tell him what to stand for
Now when they came they had they pants on
We beat bitches up out their britches
Lets show 'em how to tear up a club
When they be fuckin' with the thugs
Nigga, we come to party
But I'll fuck up somebody

But y'all ain't feelin' me
Is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all?
If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags
Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass
You wanna rumble?
I'm sick of bein' humble
Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho
Sawed Off Slim, it don't matter

I got somethin' for him and him
And then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win
Fuck your friends
Everybody talk that shit, nigga
Oh, yeah I know it
But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?
I bet a million bucks it's not us
Yeah, we might not get everybody

Somebody gonna get fucked up
(Fucked up)
You wanna come test me now?
Come now say, come now challenge me
Let a real niggas handle my business
I'm gonna finish I gotta end this, I'ma diminish this
Come follow my prophet, seeking gifts
It ain't no stoppin' me, I gotta clock G's

T H U G, pop niggas they D E A D
Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs
Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam
There's five trues of mine
What am I?
A thug always
Remember the way they played back in the day
Hit 'em with AK, y'all made to hate me, baby

Woo! We comin' to really make y'all feel us
Remember that nigga Eazy-E
Labelled me and my trues black nigga killers
Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swig and love bud
And if you think you can hang
Then come fuck with a thug
And I don't give a fuck if you a crip or you a blood
But when you see a thug you better show some love

Got damn, it feel good to be a thugsta
Gettin' high, smokin' weed all day
Ain't got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws
Just doin' it the Bone Thug way
Yeah, nigga, you gotta be crazy fuckin' with Layzie
And all these Mo Thug killers
We them ex-dope dealers and natural born cap peelers
Feel us nigga, if you want ain't of that high captain here

We kickin' that raw shit
Fuck the law shit, been screamin' it for years
Ain't no fear in my heart thanks to the Lord up above
And I got a grudge against niggas that judge, give 'em no mercy, no love
Let me see you shoot that motherfucker shoot that nigga
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin' niggas spit that fire
We don't need no water, let this motherfucker burn, baby
And I know they hate me say lately, Layzie actin' shady

Hey, I'm the number 1 assassin, guess they just can't understand
I fear no man, put it on my number 1 fan
'Cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own
The city of Thieves is my home and I don't trust nann nigga
My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs
Off this nigga gettin' buzzed packin' heat off in the club
Nigga what? Nigga what?
They sayin' that Bone was split up

Just niggas jealous tellin' rumors and lies
Can eat a dick up, nigga

Nigga, stay real
Thugs get high
Why you call yourself a thug?
That's how I feel inside
And we don't wanna hurt nobody, 'body
But your fuckin' with us and we shootin' up the party
Even if you was talkin' some of that Bone shit we sayin'
Then you can bring it on because we ready, we ready

Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom
That's dumb, better play with your son
Nigga, I ain't the one
Ain't a thang changed, niggas still the same, made a little change
Sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around man
Nine millimeter come and get some, get some
Shoot 'em with them hollows 'cause you know he's got his vest on
And you didn't want it to come to this, did you?

Fuckin' with them thugs, them niggas roll through
If you really want some run
(Better run)
Fuckin' with thug niggas run, run
Yeah say nigga come on
We ready for combat but y'all ain't ready
Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em, they stretched
Now they human spaghetti

Steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies
If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em
(Go)
And I better go get 'em
We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter
Shit to sweep the streets make niggas retreat
That's heat
Now, I repeat if you want some nigga come and get it

'Cause we still five live and vicious
Don't get it twisted motherfucker
Run up on us whenever ya wanna get down and dirty
Still stand in the Land with the slugs and my gun in my hand
Krayzie, Layzie, bizzy, wish and flesh
Put it down to the North, South, East and West
From back in the day we claimin' the thuggish ruggish
No need to change it

Now everybody a thug
If you real throw it up but if it's fake
Kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies
Fuck 'em and yes it's like that

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh

Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
...

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Hold U Down - Lyrics - Bun B

Title: Hold U Down
Artist: Bun B
Composer(s): Brandon Green, Tremaine Neverson, Bryan Williams, Bernard Freeman, Mike Jones

Lyric:
Hey, hey, we keepin' it trill, samba baby

If you need love I'm lovin', if you need a thug I'm thuggin'
If you need a hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down
Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin'
Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down

Bun B da I'ma man amongst men
My chain is white gold, my steel is tungsten
I'm made of tough skin, you gon' respect me
Take mo than a average nigga to check me

I'ma rider till the wheels go ballin' they blow out
One hundred and one percent G and its no doubt
That if you need a man to make you feel secure
Then baby, you ain't gotta look no more I got the cure

You want money and jewels, you want clothes and cars
Wanna live VIP, rubbin' shoulders wit stars
Wanna fly in G4's or sail the seas
Then your wish is my command, you can do what ya please

The lap of luxury is what you'll be layin' in
Just respect the playa and the game that he's playin' in
I can show you a side of life you never seen
'Cuz even the king of the trill need a separate queen

If you need love I'm lovin', if you need a thug I'm thuggin'
If you need a hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down
Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin'
Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down

See all that listenin' to them hoes in your ear gotta quit
I see they smile when I'm around when I leave they talk shit
They just mad 'cuz I got you flippin' jagos poppin' tags
Brand new clothes, you cant tell by the tag

I don't mean to boast and brag but them hoes around you hatin'
They just waitin' on you to slip so I could leave yo ass with Nathan
Then when I do that, they gon' back door and try to holla hopin'
I'ma do them like you and drop them off some dollas

But I ain't 'cuz I cant afford to go back down that road
I'd rather stay on my J O and stack a bankroll
But I ain't 'cuz I can't afford to go back down that road
I'd rather stay on my J O and stack a bankroll

But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown
Holla at me, I'll be around, Mike Jones
But if you real and you down and in public you don't clown
Holla at me I'll be around, yea

If you need love I'm lovin', if you need a thug I'm thuggin'
If you need a hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down
Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin'
Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down

I been puttin' it down, nigga and holdin' my grounds, nigga
From off the mound, nigga, we duckin' them clowns, nigga
Takin' they crown, nigga we shovin' the town, nigga
Rocks off the ground got the crush by the pounds, nigga

Ankle blingin', baby, wrist on freeze
Got the pinky on the ice love a bitch wit gold teeths
Hot girl nigga lovin' the G
Keep the work under the seat, she do it for me

Take a trip to port her off to the beach
Tell her homie hold it down 'cuz we hustle to eat
And got me feelin' like I lost my Jones
I done lost my horns so H town is on

And nuttin' change 'cuz the palms got chrome
Nigga do this in the early 'cuz we gettin' it on
And baby girl, you could shop alone
And fly the four to France and take a hundred bones

If you need love I'm lovin', if you need a thug I'm thuggin'
If you need a hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down
Need a lil' dough, we flippin', got somewhere to go, I'm whippin'
Be a love hustla, whatever you need, girl, I'ma hold u down

Hold u down, hold u down
Hold u down, hold u down
Be a love hustla

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Ratha Be Ya Nigga - Lyrics - All Eyez On Me - 2pac

Title: Ratha Be Ya Nigga
Album: All Eyez On Me
Artist: 2pac
Composer(s): George Clinton, Bootsy Collins, Gary Lee Cooper, Tupac Shakur, D Rasheed

Lyric:
Pac
Hey
What's happenin'?
Not motherfuckin' double R, Richie Rich

What's happenin' baby, you know how we do it?
Yeah nigga, you know I'm up out this bitch
It's time for me to uhh regulate

Fo' sho', hey
Observe
And you ain't goin' back
Nah, nah, nah, we got to show
These motherfuckers whassup though

This is for the honeys, the [Incomprehensible]
I don't want to be her man, I want to be her nigga
You feel me?
Well, let 'em know

You fuckin' with niggaz that's insecure
Watered down, my shit is pure
Write down my number but don't call me 'til you sure
I ain't beggin', just tryin' to relocate between ya legs
Drippin' wet as we experiment in sweaty sex
When you met me, you wouldn't let me
And now you straight beggin' to sex me
Got you undressin' to test me and uhh

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 want a nigga but think that you can't have a nigga
Don't cheat yourself, instead treat yourself
If you scared go to church, I know it hurts
To find out me and your man be sharin' skirts

I hopin' you don't take this the wrong way
But your body is bangin', got me attracted in a strong way
After a long day of tryin' to make my songs pay
Makin' love all day against the wall in the hallway

Ya fantasies come alive, ya heart rate
Shall increase when we meet up in this dark place
You might think you're happy with him
But that's a lie, so give this thug a try

I'd ratha be ya N I G G A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, yes, you need a thug in your life
'Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

I'd ratha be ya N I G G A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
'Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

Look, now you was sprung from the introduction
My conversation's full of game, yet laced with seductions
I see ya blushin' like ya want somethin', come get a taste
Of Amerikaz Most Wanted and let's get into some touchin'

Erotic fuckin', my up and down with no interruptions
Have no intentions of bustin' until you learn ya lesson
Now many questions are often asked, a drop top
500 Benz and plenty cash to help a nigga get the ass

You can ride out the spoke coke to get your lobster and crab
'Cause all I got is conversation and a gang of stab
And I'ma listen when it hurts, I'ma hang out but never say
Smoke blunts but leave them stunts up to Super Dave

I'll be your nigga as long as we can understand
That I's the nigga whose spoke, coke can be the man
He wine and dine but me and you, we whine and grind
And when I'm on the field keep him on the sidelines

I'd ratha be ya N I G G A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, yes, you need a thug in your life
'Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

I'd ratha be ya N I G G A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
'Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

Now it's time for the moment of truth, I got ya naked
Totally sweatin', let's see how hot I can make it
Tongue kissin' 'til yo' head swang, I'm so into you
Witness a nigga make the bed bang

If it's all mine, then let me know, now scream my name out
Do you want it fast or shall I hit it slow?
Not to mention the multiple positions I inflict
A boss playa, freaky motherfucker, can I dick

Uhh, it's on and poppin', now you see what I was seein'
Why yo' eyes rollin', Luke seen ya girl, I ain't goin'
Nowhere, let's let that sucker stay out there
While he's stressed out and knock, I stretch out the cock
Hold the boots and let the nigga execute
And though you got it right, I'm goin' home tonight

You say you don't need a man but I don't care
You in the presence of a playa

I'd ratha be ya N I G G A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, yes, you need a thug in your life
'Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

I'd ratha be ya N I G G A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, you need a thug in your life
'Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

I'd ratha be ya N I G G A
So we can get drunk and smoke weed all day
It don't matter if you lonely baby, yes, you need a thug in your life
'Cause busters ain't lovin' you right

I'd ratha be ya N I G G A

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Popular Thug - Lyrics - Wanderland - Kelis

Title: Popular Thug
Album: Wanderland
Artist: Kelis
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Nasir Jones

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Lyric:
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn

I take you like a slap in the face
Every time the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing

Never have to say please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay and two semi autos
And connects in the jets like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow just think about tomorrow, please

I should have known
By the way that you stared
Eying passes by
Like you're rich but life ain't fair

But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I can't help if I'm a thug and I'm popular
I think that come along with driving a shocking car
Watch the coke light up they life the rocks with stars
Had fiends talking crippled 'cuz they locked they jaw

Pusha T you think it's cool that you deal
Bout as cool as that breeze on the beach in Brazil
As long as fiends want pain then I'm gon' slang
When my financial change then I'm gon' change

I should have seen
In the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys
But sounded like a gentleman

But ya make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

You don't know it yet, it's the life that I live that you love
And the fact that I'm thug that had you holding techs
When you really didn't know what it was
But you did it out of love, shit

Far from deprived give you all of you fetishes
Like treacherous necklaces, beget etceteras
Colors coming out make your head spin like exorcist
Spending bright futures in the hood all them no good messages

I should have heard it
In the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone
You were formulating games

But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

Hey, popular thug

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Popular Thug (Kelis) - Lyrics - The Neptunes Present Clones

Title: Popular Thug (Kelis)
Artist: The Neptunes Present Clones
Composer(s): Chad Hugo, Pharrell Williams, Nasir Jones

Lyric:
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn

I take you like a slap in the face
Every time the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing

Never have to say please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay and two semi autos
And connects in the jets like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow just think about tomorrow, please

I should have known
By the way that you stared
Eying passes by
Like you're rich but life ain't fair

But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I can't help if I'm a thug and I'm popular
I think that come along with driving a shocking car
Watch the coke light up they life the rocks with stars
Had fiends talking crippled 'cuz they locked they jaw

Pusha T you think it's cool that you deal
Bout as cool as that breeze on the beach in Brazil
As long as fiends want pain then I'm gon' slang
When my financial change then I'm gon' change

I should have seen
In the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys
But sounded like a gentleman

But ya make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

You don't know it yet, it's the life that I live that you love
And the fact that I'm thug that had you holding techs
When you really didn't know what it was
But you did it out of love, shit

Far from deprived give you all of you fetishes
Like treacherous necklaces, beget etceteras
Colors coming out make your head spin like exorcist
Spending bright futures in the hood all them no good messages

I should have heard it
In the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone
You were formulating games

But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

I would have never talked to you
If I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug
You're damn right

Hey, popular thug

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