| Aye, turn my mic up, gang
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| I don’t know what they on
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| But bitch we thuggin' for real
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| Fore' I walk up out my home I swear I’m clutchin' my steel
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| I swear I’m tuckin' my steel, gang
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| Quando Rondo nigga (aye yeah)
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| Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
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| Trending topic of my city
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| Gotta watch how I’m movin'
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| I know these niggas out to get me
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| I don’t trust nobody
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| Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
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| Ridin' around, I’m ridin'
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| And I’m slidin' on any fuck nigga claimin' they want it
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| When there’s beef we on your street
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| I’m not gone drop the bag on it
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| Its consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
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| When it come to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it
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| Can’t say that I’m caught up in the fame
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| 'Cause bitch I stay in the streets
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| Catch him slippin' and bust his brains
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| You know I stay with that heat
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| He best not mention my name
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| Or we gon' put him to sleep
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| Niggas say what 'bout that gang
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| Bitch know that all us gone creep
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| No face, no case they don’t know who the shooter
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| All white .38 and I got it from Pooda
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| I’ll up the murder rate, nigga play I’ma do 'em
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| So I got the license plate so now I gotta lose 'em
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| Popping these percys, I swear I abuse them
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| Thuggin' in public we uppin' on Truman
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| That nigga had ran, it was him and manz
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| We flippin' this city and callin' my shooters
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| These niggas be bluffin', ain’t really no killa’s
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| Got a drum on the Glock call that bitch Reggie Miller
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| The shit that they talkin, I swear I don’t feel it
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| Push it up, bitch it’s stuck, I swear I don’t miss
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| When it’s up, bitch it’s stuck, I swear I’ma kill 'em, ohh
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| When it’s up, bitch it’s stuck, I swear I’ma kill 'em, gang
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| Wake every morning, brush my teeth and throw my flag to my left
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| Drop to my knees and say a prayer
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| Lord I’m askin' for help
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| I grab my hecktor out the dresser
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| Then I wipe off my shells
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| I wonder who gone walk with my through the valley of death
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| Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
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| Trending topic of my city
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| Gotta watch how I’m movin'
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| I know these niggas out to get me
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| I don’t trust nobody
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| Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
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| Ridin' around, I’m ridin'
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| And I’m slidin' on any fuck nigga claimin' they want it
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| When there’s beef we on your street
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| I’m not gone drop the bag on it
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| Its consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
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| When it come to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it
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| We on it
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| And we coming
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| Point at your head like who want it?
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| In these streets this shit get real
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| So I’m prepared for the moment
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| All that fuck shit get you killed
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| I can’t fuck with you phonies
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| Every day I’m in the field, I’ma go off just like Tony
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| And I ain’t had to ask for shit, I ran it up by my lonely
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| The Glocks they come with thirty sticks, for me to split my opponent
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| Spin on that block, let off some shots
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| Was tryna take off your stomach
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| And all my niggas clear the business, bust yo shit if I want it
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| Got me a bag, had to get me a check
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| Thankin' the Lord everyday how I’m blessed
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| Fuck niggas mad I’ma stand in their chest
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| He cross the line, I’ma take off his neck
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| Check out my diamonds, I flooded my neck
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| Shoutout to my city they know who the best
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| Fuck all the haters, bitch get off my dick
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| Never gon' fold, I was built for this shit
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| T-shirts and picture frames, I’m tryna put your face on it
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| I grabbed a .38, a dirty K now I’m like who want it?
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| If you want cancer I got answers, bitch we right on your corner
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| It’s on sight gone take your life walk down and put this bitch on you
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| Feds kicked my grandma door in talkin' 'bout a shooting
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| Trending topic of my city
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| Gotta watch how I’m movin'
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| I know these niggas out to get me
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| I don’t trust nobody
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| Leaky strapped up with that glizzy down to catch a body
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| Ridin' around, I’m ridin'
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| And I’m slidin' on any fuck nigga claimin' they want it
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| When there’s beef we on your street
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| I’m not gone drop the bag on it
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| Its consequences when you fuck with me and any of my homies
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| When it come to that fuck shit swear to God that we on it |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thuggin for Real , by - Quando Rondo. Song from the album Life After Fame, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп