| Yeah, yeah, come on
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| Peace my nigga
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| That’s what I’m talkin' about
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| Shed a thug’s tear, say a thug prayer
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| Put money in my mom’s hand
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| Yo, we took money, put ‘em under the study
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| Went from skinny to chubby in the city that’s gully
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| Back again, it’s the hideous, ugly gritty McGillicutty
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| Put the squeeze on a nigga like Silly Putty
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| Keep the arm chunky, fingers is heavy, plus (what else?)
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| The ring sparkle in your grill like 7 Up
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| In the Lexus truck, dressed up, word to Dapper Dan
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| Gold bands on the hand like Shazam (damn!)
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| Throw a thunderbolt, rappers will somersault (uh-huh)
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| Pelle’s butter soft, crabs in butter sauce
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| Perhaps let a couple off, skin bubble off
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| Hustlin' soft, up in the loft
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| Ain’t no love lost (nah), just thug lords and drug wars (uh-huh)
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| Big butt whores to crush raw (get ‘em)
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| Hit dust blunts and eight-inch pumps
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| Dick sucked, they ain’t make faces crunch, the clutch got paper cuts (ugh)
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| Nothing is sacred to us, whether it be cake crust
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| Grape nuts, no bacon deluxe
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| As if niggas is duct taped up and mistaken for lunch
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| My stomach been aching for months (come on)
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| Hands shakin' while I’m making this up, blazin' a dutch
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| Turning the pages in my book
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| Where cocaine is cooked we stay put, slang drugs there
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| We say a thug’s prayer
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| Yeah, shed a thug’s tear, say a thug’s prayer
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| Uh, yeah, Monster Crack, remember that?
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| We was young like Similac, hustle to get a stack
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| Fuck giving back, ain’t nobody give me jack (nothin')
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| So a couple niggas got jacked, bitches got smacked (come on)
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| We was in black filling up gym bags
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| Money spilling out, spinning out, quick, fast
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| Live for the day, cause my time’ll come and pass (one day)
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| Will I go out in a blast, or will I outlast? |
| (I wonder)
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| Niggas before me that found death early was done dirty
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| And most were under 30 got hit in the jersey (damn)
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| To call a man’s momma when he pass ain’t easy
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| When she screaming «Lord have mercy!» |
| (damn)
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| Have you ever lost a close homie?
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| And have to see him cold on a gurney? |
| (hmm)
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| You’re not alone on your journey
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| Time heals all wounds, that’s what my nigga Zo told me
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| But yet I feel so lonely (thug's prayer)
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| Yeah, shed a thug’s tear, and say a thug’s prayer |
Song information On this page you can read the lyrics of the song Thugs Prayer , by - Roc Marciano. Song from the album Marcberg, in the genre Рэп и хип-хоп