Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thugs R Us , by - DJ Clue. Release date: 11.05.1998
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thugs R Us |
| Them niggas really think that it’s a game but it’s not |
| Niggas kept frontin', Brown got popped |
| Word on life, word on my click |
| All a niggas really got in his life is his word and his dick |
| And I stay true to them like both of them laws |
| Niggas talk shit my click’s not ridin' them dogs |
| Niggas hate me cause broke and can’t floss |
| Yo I cop coke, cook it up — y’all buy it cooked already |
| Like a '98 six wild like a Chevy |
| Yo I floss now, look how much my jewels cost now |
| I’m realizin' that you me so I hate y’all too |
| So both sides is hate so it’s mutual |
| Beautiful, my guns make it shoot-able |
| Shoot at you send staff to clap you |
| Yo my name’s Nore but only fam calls me Papi |
| That nigga’s homo like the cat who killed Versace |
| Homo thug, yo I shoulda known sooner |
| My clique stay in jail like Robert Downey Jr |
| Like Outlaw in the beacon, I’m nigga-Rican |
| Most y’all niggas think y’all live, while y’all weaklings |
| I’m from Iraq, play the cut smoke mad trees |
| Mind my own business, concentrate on my cheese |
| Yo the door lock, four knocks and one symbol |
| I’m like '98 Live, y’all like Double Dribble |
| Aye yo, thugged out, no rules, I’m playin' the game |
| Every man for hisself, just recievin' the pain |
| It’s like Utah, 21, no out, just go hard |
| Rest in piece I gotta say to Yammy and Todd |
| It’s like niggas never learn, money to burn |
| Yo I’m leavin' like me and Nat' shit (I'm leavin'!!) let me say this |
| I used to rock to G-U-E with the SS |
| Now I’m in the '98 black GS |
| Golden with kid in my shit, on some full grits headlights |
| Shit shine from Def Jam to Crown Heights |
| Now my clique keep guns, time to fight |
| Open the flip on the Startac and check the message |
| Copped ten Sprint phones and caught a deal |
| What, one and the same, like Thugged Out and Ill Will |
| It’s all real, still from Iraq… |