Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Millennium Thug , by - Funk Flex. Release date: 31.12.1998
Song language: English
Millennium Thug |
| Ayo, I’m yappin' these jewels |
| Clappin' these dudes |
| A straight born Killa |
| It’s Q.B. |
| Borough nigga, untamed Gorillas |
| Niggas that put holes in squealers |
| Dope dealers, I see police flashin' through my rearview mirror |
| Put the brick in my waist, tighten my belt |
| Safety off the Nine, they gotta kill me for mine |
| I’m floatin', left lane open where I could get through |
| The cop blazed the pistol, busted out my back window |
| I skidded out, now I’m outta control |
| Slammed on the break and shot out the rear do' |
| I’m hearin' ambulance sirens, I kept firin' |
| It’s gotta be them cause I ain’t dyin' |
| I’m bonin' out |
| Bit the top off a Guiness stoute |
| Pour some out, Bravehearts no doubt |
| I glove niggas, uppercut thug niggas |
| Look at my mug, you can tell that I’m bugged niggas |
| Chorus — Why it feel good to be real and reveal who’s fake? |
| Why ya’ll |
| Niggas got the girly mouth? |
| Why we feel great? |
| Why ya’ll look mad with a |
| Frowned face? |
| Why the hoes love The Gods, Bravehearts, Nas, and Nash'? |
| Why them Bravehearts roll hard with Nickel plates? |
| With big slugs that |
| Can’t be traced, and why ya’ll look so corny tryin' to imitate these |
| Real niggas that’ll punch you in your face? |
| I saw niggas get smacked and have the street thinkin' they real |
| Saw niggas wives and knew 'em as the cum drinkin' girls |
| High saditty, she act like she innocent |
| She act like her pussy ain’t where my niggas been |
| Hate when she act like she never met me |
| She can’t forget me |
| Thugs respect me, jealous niggas say F me |
| Cause I cruise yachts like Lefty and Sonny Black |
| Your hoes wanna lick honey out my crack |
| I’ll fart in your bitch mouth, she call me psychic |
| Cause I knew she would like it |
| Push fleetwood Caddy’s feelin' righteous |
| I eat good, no red meat I like Fish |
| Ya’ll never in your life seen money |
| I live like a Gangster from the Nineteen Twenties |
| Smuggle bootleg liquor |
| I shoot 'till you dead nigga |
| I’m about bread, these rhymes is off the head nigga |
| Wear Esco leathers and Esco fleece |
| I flow off techno beats and rep the streets |
| You a one verse assasin |
| I’m a multiple LP long lastin' |
| Peekin' again |
| Grimy nigga with different color ink in my skin |
| Former low life, now I’m the Bling Bling King |
| Respect it |
| See me with the shit I say on record |
| Not like these fake thugs, please wake up |
| If I die I’m’a rise from the grave |
| With two Four-Fives and maggots in my eyes to make niggas pay! |