Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song What A Thug About, artist - Beanie Sigel. Album song The Truth, in the genre Рэп и хип-хопDate of issue: 31.12.1999
Record label: Universal Music
Song language: English
What A Thug About |
| 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 shit |
| 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 shit |
| Got niggas comin home at night like you son of a bitch |
| Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft |
| You can’t blink round no crook one look you lost |
| Niggas’ll find your bitch to find your bricks |
| See if you love your chick or you love your chips |
| 4−4 snub shit send slugs to the whip |
| Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug shit |
| 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 niggas 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 |
| Ain’t no tellin first union a melon |
| The first nigga that move put two up in his melon |
| ]From the 9−2 an beretta parabellum |
| And I run through cats |
| I’mma 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 shit and had bad run in’s |
| Talked my way outta shit and near death come in |
| Real thugs do what they want say what they feel |
| They never front they keep it real |
| Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas |
| Quick ass runnin good fuckin 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 shit if anything ever blows |
| Thugs don’t wanna talk shit out |
| They wanna spark shit out |
| Till the cops come an chalk shit 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 |