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featuring Beanie Siegal
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Beanie Mack right guerilla i'm out for the skrilla
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Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
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Keep your hands where I can see 'em an don't make me nervous
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This 4 4 auto mag you don't deserve this shit
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Kids either don't make me make you a believa
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I don't do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heata
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I run up in your crib put some in your wig
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Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
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And I want everything not just some of the shit
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Got niggas comin home at night like you son of a bitch
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Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft
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You can't blink round no crook one look you lost
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Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
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See if you love your chick or you love your chips
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4-4 snub shit send slugs to the whip
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Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug shit
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(Chorus) X2
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Yo what you really know what a thug about
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Locked up in the bing no grub about
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On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
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Tell me what you really know what a thug about
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A true thug spreads his game linked up in bubble
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While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
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I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
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I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
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I nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo
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Aint no tellin first union a melon
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The first nigga that move put two up in his melon
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>From the 9-2 an beretta parabellum
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And I run through cats
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I'ma two gun cat
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One nickle one black
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Who want that
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I done schooled my youngins
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Gave tools to my youngins
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Broke food wit my youngins
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Broke rules wit my youngins
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Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
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Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
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Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
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They never front they keep it real
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(Chorus)X2
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Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
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Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas
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Obey the rules when my glock unloads
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Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
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Duck behind cars hid behind poles
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Know I live by the code anything goes
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Real thugs stand up straight never fold
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And they don't know shit if anything ever blows
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Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
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They wanna spark shit out
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Till the cops come an chalk shit out
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Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
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Face off like Cage and Travolta
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If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
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Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
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Right mount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
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Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
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(Chorus)X2
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What A Thug About
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| DJ Clue |
