| Geah
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| Geah
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| C’mon geah (right)
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| I comes from the depths of hell
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| Where — killin' niggas roam
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| Illegal mobile phones, 4−5's and 9's: that’s chrome
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| Abbreviated sets is where they macks
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| Crack sales in stacks
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| Government pay no taxes
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| If one times roll through they get hit up
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| No bullet proof vest protects that chest
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| Blood gets spit up (geah)
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| You can’t believe it like Aids with Eazy
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| Fools be droppin when I be
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| Poppin 'em straight lookin' breezy (geah)
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| Damn why the fuck do they live like that?
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| How come
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| Every lil' park boy carry a gat? |
| (I don’t know)
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| Pull car jacks and drive-by's on innocent by (I don’t know) standers
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| Intimidate niggas who can’t stand us (geah)
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| So baby don’t be caught nappin'
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| In clubs, we scrappin on blocks
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| We cappin on niggas, we straight snappin' (that's right)
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| The way you livin' ain’t worth a fuck (geah)
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| We straight thuggin' it up c’mon (geah)
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| Somebody say
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| Geah
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| Somebody say
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| Geah (that's right)
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| Somebody say
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| We straight thuggin' it up
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| C’mon nigga
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| I walks around with the Glocks all day
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| Puttin in work that Compton way (Compton)
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| Back pocket of the khakis where the rag sticks out
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| One time comin fast (geah)
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| I hear the cluck shout, but uh…
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| It’s too late, I done stuffed the rocks up in my ass
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| But I dash like the flash quick fast to get my cash
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| Cause ain’t no future in this frontin
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| Corners I bend to get more ends (geah)
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| On fools I’m dumpin'
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| And to my homies I got clout
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| Baby black’s got stack and my mom’s trying to figure me out
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| Where the fuck you get that chain around your neck son?
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| Where the fuck you get your hands on that damn gun? |
| (geah)
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| I said momma please
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| Cause I got dreams of slangin' ki’s, rollin' on D’s
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| Bear wit' me cause this live is fucked (geah)
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| Streiht thuggin' it up, c’mon geah
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| Somebody say
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| Geah
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| Somebody say
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| Geah (that's right)
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| Somebody say
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| We straight thuggin' it up
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| Geah
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| Compton
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| Yeah
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| West Side (geah)
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| Somebody say
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| We straight thuggin' it up
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| Shit ain’t worked out to good
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| Cause jealous ass fellows got my name floatin' all through the hood
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| So now I rolls with the 9
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| Watch my back for the pack and even One Time
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| Mom’s on nervous status
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| Put her on tha midnight train like Gladys
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| I see some headlights late night in the mirror
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| I make 2 turns, they make 2 turns now it’s time to burn
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| I hits the pedal then i jet
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| Duckin' while they buckin', I’m buckin' back cause I ain’t dead yet
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| I caught 2 slugs from his chrome (damn)
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| But he caught 2 slugs in his dome (pop pop)
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| Now it’s time to take me home
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| And I’m lyin on my back (geah)
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| Spittin up blood, and I’m thinkin' to my muthafuckin self
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| No more livin' in this life that’s fucked (geah)
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| Die thuggin' it up, c’mon geah
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| Somebody say
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| Geah
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| Somebody say
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| Geah (that's right)
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| Somebody say
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| We straight thuggin' it up
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| Compton
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| Somebody say
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| WEST SIDE!
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| Somebody say
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| Geah
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| We straight thuggin' it up
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| Straight thuggin' it up
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| C’mon geah
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| Straight thuggin' it up
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| C’mon sing
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| My homie Short
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| Casual
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| Tight Loc
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| Rest in Peace |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thuggin' It Up , by - MC Eiht. Song from the album The Best of MC Eiht, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп