Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song We Thugs (My Niggas), artist - Styles. Date of issue: 31.12.2001
Song language: English
We Thugs (My Niggas) |
| All for one, one for all |
| This is motherfucking beautiful |
| Talk to 'em baby… |
| This for the cold D’s that won’t snitch |
| For the murderers that won’t miss |
| For the hustlers that’ll front bricks |
| For the hoodrats that want chips |
| For the stick-up kids creepin with they Pump’s ripped |
| For lil' shorty with his rhyme books |
| Black girls going to school, carrying like 9 books |
| For the hood niggas… |
| That go to work because parole, but they tryin to be good niggas |
| For all the poor mothers… |
| Thats always goin through the struggle, still screamin' that the Lord «Love us» |
| For the ghetto life… |
| For having to hold your metal tight lookin for a better life |
| For the family… |
| For if I’m rich you rich and that shit’s a guarantee |
| For the best of life… |
| For if I ride you ride the motherfucking rest of life |
| We thugs, my niggas |
| Ride to the death with my man cause I motherfucking love my niggas |
| We ghetto, my niggas |
| Any time, any place, we don’t give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas |
| We gangsta my niggas |
| You oughta keep your mouth shut |
| Watch what you sayin cause we shank you, my niggas |
| We D-Block niggas, we don’t play games |
| We just hit you in your frame cause we pop niggas |
| Aiyyo, yo, I’mma shed blood for mine, that’s one ritual |
| That’s how you keep the love unconditional |
| That’s why we the only one the thugs listen to |
| Bitches buy records but niggas do what bitches do |
| I know a few dudes doin life bids in jail |
| And they way smarter then the white kids in Yale |
| But that how life is |
| And that how the gun and the knife is |
| It’s a shame but it’s real when your enemies like ya |
| When ya come through and fishtail in Hennesey Viper |
| Listen, it ain’t the rappers it’s the rats that worry me |
| Double R for life, D-Block til they bury me |
| Scared niggas shed off |
| Or stand way in the back and aim they gat up in the air and… |
| Let off |
| Thorough niggas tear nigga head off, then let the blood keep drippin… |
| And just wipe the sweat off |
| Fuck with P, the thug’ll come out |
| The slug’ll come out |
| You don’t put in enough work, I got chu |
| No doubt |
| They don’t want Sheek to wild |
| Betta cover ya child |
| With two guns out the sun-roof… |
| Swordfish style |
| Who that kid? |
| Black mask on with the latch on, the AK |
| Swing on my shoulder like a Louie bag |
| You get it in a hurry |
| All up in your Burberry |
| Through your assisstant |
| Through your fucking secretary |
| All y’all do me a favor… |
| Walk with me |
| If you want money or drugs… |
| Talk with me |
| Know I got my niggas my guns |
| Now hawk with me |
| Guess who? |
| Jada, P, and The Sheek |
| Three bricks |
| Three whips |
| Three motherfucking ouies a week |
| Ten spots OT |
| Two blew off leak |
| My niggas cop… |
| Pop and toss, and we applying the pressure |
| So when you address us… |
| It’s Boss… |
| Boss… |
| And Boss |