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dj clue - what a thug about lyrics

(feat. 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 sh-t
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 sh-t
got n-gg-s comin home at night like you son of a b-tch
n-gg- done tooked me off you shook an soft
you can’t blink round no crook one look you lost
n-gg-s’ll find your b-tch to find your bricks
see if you love your chick or you love your chips
4-4 snub sh-t send slugs to the whip
beanie seigal desert eagle i love this thug sh-t

[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 n-gg-s 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 n-gg- 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 sh-t and had bad run in’s
talked my way outta sh-t and near death come in
real thugs do what they want say what they feel
they never front they keep it real

[chorus x2]

n-gg-s claim to be thugs you real f-ckin suckas
quick -ss runnin good f-ckin 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 sh-t if anything ever blows
thugs don’t wanna talk sh-t out
they wanna spark sh-t out
till the cops come an chalk sh-t 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

[chorus x2]

- dj clue lyrics

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