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Lyrics for What a Thug About by DJ Clue:
| | | Artist: | DJ Clue |
| | Album: | You Can't Impeach the President '99 | | Track: | What a Thug About | | | | Date Added: | 18/10/2007 | | Views: | 99 | | | | Lyrics: | featuring Beanie Siegal
Beanie Mack right guerilla i'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see 'em an don't
make me nervous
This 4 4 auto mag you don't deserve this shit
Kids either don't make
me make you a believa
I don't do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heata
I run up in
your crib put some in your wig
Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the shit
Got niggas comin home at night like you son
of a bitch
Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft
You can't blink round no crook
one look you lost
Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
See if you love your
chick or you love your chips
4-4 snub shit send slugs to the whip
Beanie Seigal
desert eagle I love this thug shit
(Chorus) X2
Yo what you really
know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your
thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
A
true thug spreads his game linked up in bubble
While niggas stay in one lane like the
lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or
let the cards shuffle
I nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo
Aint no tellin first
union a melon
The first nigga that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 an
beretta parabellum
And I run through cats
I'ma two gun cat
One nickle one
black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta
shit and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
Real thugs
do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
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Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
Quick ass runnin
good fuckin duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin
stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hid behind poles
Know I live by the code
anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight never fold
And they don't know shit if
anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
They wanna spark shit out
Till the cops come an chalk shit out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg
holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right mount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
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