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nipsey hussle – thuggin lyrics

[verse 1: nipsey hussle]
look, now i got
big burners on my lap, i ain’t gonna talk it out
a rich k!ller, bet a thousand that i chalk him out
since i’m the most talked about, on this block i walk about
gotta keep that biscuit like rosco’s waffle house
last squabble, knocked him out
last shootout, shot him out
last n-gga in the club talked sh-t, we stomped him out
champagne bottle to yo head like steve stout
makin’ sure my enemies dead, that’s we ‘bout
makin’ sure my peoples straight ‘fore i leave out
crooked letter-i-x-t-y what i scream out
wishin’ i could break my n-ggas black sam and st–z out
so we could back the matching black-on-black twelve-v’s out
my spot rollin’, so as i get it i’m tellin’ ‘em, “we out”
my glock loaded, if i show it, i’ma squeeze out, believe that
money on my mind, look i need that
i’m p-ssin’ hennessy and kush is what i breathe out

[chorus: lil cali]
big money, big pistol’s how i’m comin’ ‘cause i’m
thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’
you talkin’ loud, but you ain’t sayin’ nothin, b-tch i’m
thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’
fly -ss sag, stupid -ss swag, outfit’s sick, pocket full of cash
posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, b-tch i’m
thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’, thuggin’

[verse 2: lil boosie]
i’d like to welcome everybody to my state of mind
murder my enemies one at a time, b-tch i’m on the grind
since i was small dog, man i been slangin’
runnin’ though the alleyway, totin’ ak’s
a million ways to get paid, how you dog?
you got a bike? you got a car? you got a yacht dog?
you got a ‘vette, or do you fly in a jet?
i am ain’t mad get your money, represent your set
n-gga’s ain’t learn the f-ckin’ g-code yet?
n-gga snitch, you gon’ die, how we rock on that southside
yours lookin’ at me crazy, my t–th don’t come out
this ain’t no grill right here, me and my n-ggas pop pills
and i ain’t afraid to say, pouring in the jungle, so n-gga i ain’t scared
really thuggin with a ? around his wrist
i’m behind him in a phantom with no shirt on in that b-tch

[verse 3: lil cali]
all i know is the block and how to get it hard
i serve it hard, flippers boy, i’m a whippa’ boy
talkin’ loud? get your issue, i’ll whip you boy
christmas time all year, ‘cause i keep a toy
since pac hollered, “thug life”, sh-t, i been thuggin’
that explains all these golds and why i’m mean muggin’
the soft boss, when i talk, sh-t, it means somethin’
why’s you talkin’ ‘bout what you did, but you ain’t seen nothin’
been a g, ‘fore the o, sh-t, i had a beef
known hood n-ggas who retired off of pushin’ d
straight dog, ain’t no muaf-ckin p-ss in me
i told the muaf-ckin’ judge, “i ain’t rattin’, throw the book at me”
the g-code, what i live by, my own zone
i’m headfirst, like puttin’ muaf-ckin clothes on
the lead burst down here in the traps
that explains why we thuggin’ like that

- nipsey hussle lyrics

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