Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sophisticated Thugs , by - Bootleg. Release date: 29.03.1999
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Sophisticated Thugs , by - Bootleg. Sophisticated Thugs |
| Yeah… Yeah… |
| Flint-Town, Dayton Family, I.D., Killafornia, |
| Ras Kass, yeah… yeah… For all the Sophisticated Thugs |
| yeah, for all the Sophisticated Thugs… |
| We gonna dedicate this to y’all |
| In the memory of my homeboy Pac, like this (rest in peace) |
| (Ras Kass) |
| A young nigga gotta keep the rims chrome |
| That’s why my arteries pump brimstones |
| disappear after breaking your chin bone |
| ready to flip ten songs |
| I might make sense known |
| Feet I tear it from ya like bedrock to a flintstone |
| Flint-Town, Michigan, who roll up in this bitch again |
| Rollin like Bentleys on Michelins |
| You said life ain’t shit but bitches and money |
| Chronic and henne, taxes and tombstones |
| And slayin yahoes with killaz on the payroll |
| But anyway though, if we did sell drugs |
| We sophisticated thugs |
| Keep prepaid cells |
| So the feds can’t bug |
| Ras Kass, I.D., Dayton Family |
| Scared niggaz don’t cry |
| Cause we all gonna die |
| Spice boy niggaz get wesson |
| Cause they all gonna fry |
| Open up some projects in Hell they need more room |
| Cause most of y’all bitch niggaz is coming there soon (what) |
| (Chorus: Bootleg) |
| I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz |
| Long as you got love for thugs (Sophisticated Thug Niggaz) |
| I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz |
| Long as you got love for thugs (Sophisticated Thug Niggaz) |
| I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz |
| Long as you got love for thugs (We Sophisticated Thug Niggaz) |
| I don’t give a fuck if you blood or cuz |
| Long as you got love for thugs |
| (Bootleg) |
| All Eyez On Me |
| Holla Thug life on BET |
| Gave the whole world the finger on MTV |
| Tupac Shakur, he was born to be a renegade |
| A product of the streets |
| Now look at what our streets done made |
| And took away all in the course of a day |
| Frivolous beef got me lookin the other way |
| You used to say that you was never afraid to die |
| So put a blunt in your casket let you get your dead homiez high |
| A true thug that was born to ride |
| Say what you say, when he passed away |
| The game died |
| It was you against the world |
| I know that shit was crazy |
| Believe me though, I know the whole world wasn’t against you baby |
| You told sistas to keep they head up and never switch |
| And if you switched, I bet you wonder why they called you bitch |
| Died too soon from unnecessary bullet wounds |
| Now college professors due lectures in their classrooms on your lyricism |
| Damn Pac, I wish you were here so you could hear em' |
| Incredible, Unforgettable, Biggie you was true |
| You’re nobody until somebody kills you |
| Sophisticated Thugs! |
| In the city, where hands get blown |
| Every city I mash through, there’s at least 60 niggaz that’ll blast you |
| Mash you out, Cash, Stash and heat seekin' lies |
| On the day, only on the earth 16 years and already crazy |
| Maybe I’ll get blasted tryin to master perfection |
| Packin weapons, niggaz trippin, when you in the wrong section |
| Flexin muscles we’re tusslin, doin it all for nothin |
| Cause the fight is all over when the pistols get to bustin' |
| But that’s enough, I don’t think noone is listenin' |
| They tryin to make us think it’s cool, the war world that we livin in |
| But so, every memory, and all the game that they kicked it in |
| We really givin in, livin life for the sin and death |
| I bet somebody dies raw for the end of this song |
| That’s the reason why I pray so I can make it back home |
| To be on top so long can’t afford not to succeed |
| But everybody’s killin over clothes, bitches, and weed |
| It’s plain to see, it’s about the money |
| But when they snatch the money we robbin for food like ain’t nothin' funny |
| In 1999, all major leaders have a leader |
| In the ATF, fiendin black people they defeated |
| I said in 1999, all major leaders have a leader |
| In the ATF, fiendin black people they defeated |
| (Bootleg: talking) (woman singing in background) |
| Tupac Shakur, one of the realest thugs ever to pick up a microphone |
| I gives a fuck what anybody else say |
| Fuck what you heard, Fuck where you from |
| East or West coast, I don’t give a fuck |
| I know who was representin' and who moved me when he picked up a mic and |
| spit that shit |
| Tupac mother fuckin' Shakur |
| Died a soldier, lived a soldier |
| From the cradle to the grave, he was thuggin' |
| And I know you bitch ass niggaz feel what I’m sayin |
| Thug |
| Name | Year |
|---|---|
| No Future | 1999 |
| Celebrate | 1999 |
| Fantasies | 1999 |
| Mama | 1999 |
| Death Before Dishonesty | 1999 |
| Set Up | 1999 |
| Never Take Me Alive | 2005 |
| The Secret | 2012 |
| Cruisin' In My '64 ft. Bootleg | 2006 |
| Still Going Through a Thang ft. Esham, Ghetto E | 2001 |