| Lyrics: | [Chorus: Myalansky]
Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store
Money is power, give me
your's, we break laws
Faggot cats claiming their crooks
Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and
them too
Yo, bag him up, smack him up
Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom
50 g's,
need keys to free their grandson
Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for
You get
your wig split back, caught in this thug war
[Myalansky]
Peace to those men who do
crimes ande never been arrested
Project cats with guns start to run shit
Coming from the
streets, gum on long dick
Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam
shit
Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz
Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you
know the song, bitch
Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store
Cook off this table,
the cheddar is what we came for
Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war
Cause me to
smack all faggots, taking your chains off
Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range
Rov'
Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow
Chopping while we spread up
you nosey niggaz
Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell
I'm saying, |
