Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Thug In The Street, artist - Eve.
Date of issue: 05.03.2001
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
Thug In The Street |
I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim |
cuz bullets make your feet fast |
we throw babies in the trash |
Drag don’t play with little gats |
crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs |
and quarter pounds |
bitch place your order now stay in line |
I only fuck with broke niggas |
that stright depend on crime |
you straight pussy so fuck your ass cap |
cuz in jail they’ll put your cap where |
your ass at you ass black |
projects thats where Drag at yea ya got heart |
but if I don’t got my gun |
thats where ya gonna get stabbed at boy as a young I never grabbed that toy |
Drag was taught to grab that and ask |
where the cash at you think we shoot his pocket sides |
deuce decuce and 25's |
you ain’t takin’em’nigga |
you threatenin’lives |
I ain’t frontin motherfucker |
I don’t shoot no legs |
I’m tryna see if your brains |
really look like eggs |
or is it just that commercial |
your brain on drugs |
now it’s a total different look |
from these shotgun slugs |
to get rich it could take less than two days |
I’m like them little beepers |
halfs and bullets two-ways |
fuck vests my shit go throught toups |
I’ma thug in New York |
and when I’m on your set |
we the apartment where they filmed |
good times at bitch what the fuck I’ma thug nigga |
Chrous:(2X) |
I’ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you fuckin with me I’ma fuck with you |
I don’t give a fuck now I’m doing my thing |
like a motherfucking dog I’m doing my thang |
weight on my back |
hate in my heart |
blood in my eye |
foot on the gas |
blunt in my mouth |
lovin the ride |
hand on the gun |
ear to the street |
back to the wall |
mind on my money while I’m clappin at ya’ll |
I got niggas in jail |
crack in the hood |
hustle in south |
fiends and customers |
that run in your house |
I got family ties |
I’m handy with knives |
I live my life in the ghetto |
nose candy and nines |
I’m deeper than most |
sleep wit it close |
wake wit a demon |
have visions of the whole |
world shaking and screaming |
I was born to be a leader |
but if the game was dirty |
I was born to be a cheater |
you talking to me greasy |
I was going to get the heater |
you tell me what you know about blow |
gettin dough and straight warrin’with a meaner |
frontin in a Benz or I was soarin’in a Bima |
lyin in the cut |
the gun is straight running |
like a tire on the trucks |
if he is real or a liar |
put the plyer to his nuts |
or the fire to his guts |
cuz niggas is too soft |
that heat make niggas cool off |
fuck ice I’m tryna cop the crew lofts |
So we can be back in effect |
I throw the barrel to the back of your neck |
and hop back in the vette (corvette) |
cuz everybody is a felon with loot |
cuz they say rap is like dust |
and we the only ones sellin’the juice |
Chrous:(2X) |
I’ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you fuckin with me I’ma fuck with you |
I don’t give a fuck now I’m doing my thing |
like a motherfucking dog I’m doing my thang |
bitches is so sick |
they throw up so scared they don’t even |
come around in places that I show up go ahead nigga put your dough up me against who nigga grow up bitches choke can’t even get their flow up I ain’t got no fear bout you bitches in da industry |
actin all confused don’t know who you supposed to be chickens lost steady worryin’bout |
who’s dick is tossed |
stop stallin betta get this thing before it’s gone |
but I ain’t mad |
cuz I ain’t gon’pass it on callin’askin can you get on my shit |
cuz your cash is gone |
you won’t get no sales off of me bitch please |
pitbull run with dogs |
I don’t like fleas |
Chrous:(2X) |
I’ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you fuckin with me I’ma fuck with you |
I don’t give a fuck now I’m doing my thing |
like a motherfucking dog I’m doing my thang |