| Beanie Mack right guerilla I’m out for the skrilla
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| Face it ain’t no replacement for this killa
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| Keep your hands where I can see 'em an don’t make me nervous
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| This 4−4 auto mag you don’t deserve this shit
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| Kids either don’t make me make you a believa
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| I don’t do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heata
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| I run up in your crib put some in your wig
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| Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
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| And I want everything not just some of the shit
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| Got niggas comin home at night like you son of a bitch
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| Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft
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| You can’t blink round no crook one look you lost
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| Niggas’ll find your bitch to find your bricks
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| See if you love your chick or you love your chips
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| 4−4 snub shit send slugs to the whip
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| Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug shit
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| Yo what you really know what a thug about
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| Locked up in the bing no grub about
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| On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
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| Tell me what you really know what a thug about
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| A true thug spreads his game linked up in bubble
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| While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
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| I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
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| I don’t only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
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| I nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo
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| Ain’t no tellin first union a melon
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| The first nigga that move put two up in his melon
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| ]From the 9−2 an beretta parabellum
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| And I run through cats
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| I’mma two gun cat
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| One nickle one black
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| Who want that
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| I done schooled my youngins
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| Gave tools to my youngins
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| Broke food wit my youngins
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| Broke rules wit my youngins
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| Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in’s
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| Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
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| Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
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| They never front they keep it real
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| Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
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| Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
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| Obey the rules when my Glock unloads
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| Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
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| Duck behind cars hid behind poles
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| Know I live by the code anything goes
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| Real thugs stand up straight never fold
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| And they don’t know shit if anything ever blows
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| Thugs don’t wanna talk shit out
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| They wanna spark shit out
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| Till the cops come an chalk shit out
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| Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
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| Face off like Cage and Travolta
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| If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
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| Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
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| Right mount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
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| Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta |