| Mama I’m still thuggin, but I still pray
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| It ain’t your fault a nigga ended up sellin' yay
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| It ain’t your fault I was goin' down the wrong way
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| Mama I’m still humble, you raised a real hustla
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| Gave me the third eye to see them fake mothafuckas
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| Told me change my ways cuz' we livin' in the last days
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| I was livin' fast all I can say is crime pays
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| You smoke but never let me go without the new J’s
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| Mama I’m all around, cuz I’m a star now
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| If (?) was alive, he’d be so proud
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| Some how, I came out the dark clouds
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| Just like when I stopped smoking black and milds
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| Mama I’m not a child, you’d be so surprised
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| At times I think you can see the black in my eyes
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| The world is a maze, life is a game of spades
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| But I can separate the angels from the devils
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| Mama this shit crazy, I play with heavy metal
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| (Mama this shit crazy, I play with heavy metal)
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| Mama I’m still thuggin'. |
| The world is a war zone
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| My niggas is inmates, and most of em' dead and gone
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| That’s why I stay with my chrome. |
| That’s why I stay with my chrome
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| Mama these eyes have seen a whole lot of tragedy
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| That’s why I fuck with Jaz cuz I know he’ll blast for me
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| Livewire took over the game like a catastrophe
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| Now every fuckin' gold diggin' bitch is after me
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| West Oakland remind me of Iraq, so many niggas I miss that ain’t never comin'
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| back
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| The niggas is sellin' coke, and the bitches stay on the track
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| I’m whippin' and gettin' scratch (?)
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| I’m hustlin' and stayin' strapped, but these haters don’t like that
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| Got it on me right now, I ain’t gotta come back
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| Mama it’s cold outside and the sky gettin' black
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| Told me never get attached to nothing I can’t leave
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| And never believe in honor among thieves
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| Livewire, you fuckin' with some real Gs
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| Mama I’m still thuggin'. |
| The world is a war zone
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| My niggas is inmates, and most of em' dead and gone
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| That’s why I stay with my chrome. |
| That’s why I stay with my chrome
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| I really miss my nigga, that’s why I be smoke hella weed
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| If I wanted to be professional I had to stop poppin' E’s
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| I appreciate the man that you made me
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| Daddy was gone so West Oakland raised me
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| I look like Gregory and act like (?) and even though we be fightin' like the
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| navy
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| No matter what you do you’re still my number one lady
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| Got my shit together then I made the game pay me
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| She ain’t raise a nigga to be lazy
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| My number one fans say these niggas can’t fade me
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| Keep a nigga grounded never let the fame break me
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| Shout out to my mom cuz I’ll never forget who made me
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| Nigga shout out to my mom cuz I’ll never forget who made me
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| Mama I’m still thuggin'. |
| The world is a war zone
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| My niggas is inmates, and most of em' dead and gone
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| That’s why I stay with my chrome. |
| That’s why I stay with my chrome |
Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Still Thuggin', artist - J. Stalin. Album song The Real World Trilogy, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп