| Hey young thugs, the world is yours
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| The world, the world, the world is yours
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| + (Bizzy)
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| Young thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y’all near the end)
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| Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)
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| Young thugs, my young thugs
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| Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)
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| Young thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y’all near the end)
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| Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down)
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| Young thugs, my young thugs
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| Young thugs, my young thugs (y'all near the end, y’all near the end)
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| Standin outside is a broken thug (that's me)
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| Who don’t wanna go home (no)
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| Rather stand here frozen up
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| Hangin out in the cold, zero below
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| Tryin to find a soul
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| Before the mind is gone
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| Tryin to find that God and roll
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| And keep rollin on
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| On, on, on, rollin on
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| You better keep rollin on
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| On, on, on, rollin on
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| You better keep rollin on
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| Every time I look into the mirror get to thinkin I’m wrong
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| Cause I thug, I thug
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| All I see lookin back is a thug and I know I did wrong
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| Young thug, young thug (uh)
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| It’s amazin how we get them second chances and he let us live on
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| All thugs, all thugs
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| T-H-U-G, is all I wanna be
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| All my little thugs is really thuggin with me
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| I really don’t get it straight from poverty, they broken no more!
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| You really need to stop because you know them Thugs is gonna live on!
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| See baby got it goin on
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| But she was born in a fucked up home
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| And ain’t nobody feelin her, momma seem to be stuck on niggas
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| That’ll beat us every time she’s gone
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| And ain’t nobody real as her, here we go again
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| There he go again, I don’t wanna be here no more
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| Now I’m havin a baby, only nigga that held me
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| You don’t have to tell me — he went crazy and he left ya
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| Yeah that nigga went crazy, but I thank him for the love
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| That’s all I’ve got (what)
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| Baby got it goin on, 19, nail shop
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| Bail drop, bling watch, talent fulfilled
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| Hoops in with the hair all prepped and propped
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| Don’t give a fuck about a nigga now (I don’t care)
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| And the shit don’t stop, yeah
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| 'Til the casket drops, yeah
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| I’m all that I got, got, got
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| Once upon a time there was a little young nigga runnin wild and smokin weed
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| And if you was lookin for whatever, he can get you what you need
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| Down Thuggsta with some problems, nobody never seem to spot him
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| One day somebody shot him, and the drama got started
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| Now his momma’s on the pipe and bigger brother’s in jail
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| Nigga go on and cop a seat, I got a story to tell
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| See, first he was just chillin then his belly got hungry
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| Everybody in the family out for self, ain’t got no money
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| So what’s a young thug to do now? |
| (and do now)
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| Ain’t nothin to do but hit the streets
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| And get some heat and put the rules down
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| That’s what he get, lil' hustler off to the races
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| Tryin to win it while he in it, actin bad and catchin cases
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| Before he knew it he was in too deep
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| Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, he was in too deep
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| He coulda, changed his life, but no he didn’t
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| Now the little nigga layin dead in the grave still not listenin
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| If I could teach the world to be
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| A Thug in perfect Harmony
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| If I could teach the world to be
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| A Thug in perfect Harmony |