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boxcutter - king of thugz lyrics

yo! you know what it is!
boxcutter, baby!
we back up in here
so it’s time for all you (queens) to fall back!

we’re the kings of thugs, don’t get your jaw wired
all you w-nkstas, we catch you gon fire
your rap career’s over, your time’s expired
we never bow out, you gotta make us retire
[x2]

you’s a b-tch mothaf-cka, ain’t nuthin’ like us
so keep ya mouth shut, son and don’t make me buzz
coz there ain’t no man more street than me
i’m ritchie krutch, be down in history
i’m worldwide known and well-respected
you’re just a local f-ggot, y’all ain’t never been tested
see if ?? go lockdown and your crew son, it don’t play around
bfl crew hold the key to the city of steel
when you’re there show respect and kneel (what?)
my man big carl will knock your -ss out with one jab
j-skin will turn your body to a slab
if you’s a snitch you better fear for your life
coz my man p2k will run across your face with his knife
aight, kid you better off to retreat and don’t come back
and make me buck this heat

we’re the kings of thugs, don’t get your jaw wired
all you w-nkstas, we catch you gon fire
your rap career’s over, your time’s expired
we never bow out, you gotta make us retire
[x2]

they want the crown but can’t take the crown
coz punks jump up to get beat down
they want the crown but can’t take the crown
coz punks jump up and get gunned down

there you go again runnin’ off at the mouth
how you so gangsta and you live in your mom’s house
c’mon dude, you know you ain’t gully
your life is fiction just like that movie belly
you should get a oscar for being an actress
your rag is a rainbow, you probably got the package?
your sick and true colors shining thru
cyndi lauper bites tougher than you
yeah, i said it, you ain’t got no fight
you look like a pitbull but got no bite
one on one, you don’t want none
crew vs. crew, you know how we do!

we’re the kings of thugs, don’t get your jaw wired
all you w-nkstas, we catch you gon fire
your rap career’s over, your time’s expired
we never bow out, you gotta make us retire
[x2]

my n-gga nates does damage with a frozen one
i suggest ya’ll pack up your hoes and run
this is bfl crew, far beyond criminal
shout out to all my pittsburgh generals
sandels, nasty vandals, sam the butcher puts ya -sses on the mental
.357 smith-n-wesson with a rosewood handle
n-gga light a mothaf-ckin’ candle
this is bfl crew, spn district, we be gettin’ down
with mischief and nonsense
tomfoolery, straight skull dug
peace to joey knuckles and the cap city thugs
how much n-gga could a woodchipper chop
if you put the n-gga in a woodchipper face up?
straight up and down, backwards and sideways
you ain’t seen sh-t till you seen it my way

we’re the kings of thugs, don’t get your jaw wired
all you w-nkstas, we catch you gon fire
your rap career’s over, your time’s expired
we never bow out, you gotta make us retire
[x2]

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