(Singer Singing)
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If I ain't a thug why do I feel this way?
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why does crime stay on my mind?
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and if you ain't a thug why do you front so bad?
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you're just a bitch ass cat inside
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Verse 1:
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All my stocking cap niggas, jean suit niggas
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my stand still niggas, breeze through niggas
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my choppin' crack niggas, D's knew niggas
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somethin' for the Superthug see through niggas
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transparent, can't panic
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gemstars in the bandana
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scratch my skin on accident
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you thought you heard the rumors then you asked 'em again
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but they don't fuck with me, they harass my friends
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close associates, mostly it's the young ones tryin' to eat
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whats funny is they remind me of me
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ironic ain't it? problems came wit' no solutions
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no donations, no contributions
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no charity, hoes carry me
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out the spot drunk, cussin', but it don't matter B
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I got legs with no gravity losin' my keys
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on the loose, a young wolf in the street
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Q.B.
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Chorus -
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If I ain't a thug why do I feel this way?
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why does crime stay on my mind?
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(All I know is this, I can't go legit)
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and if you ain't a thug why do you front so bad?
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you're just a bitch ass cat inside
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(I can't go legit, all I know is this)
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Verse 2:
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Niggas bark and don't bite, I bite and don't bark
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be lookin' from the outside in with no heart
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never did shit, scared to death with no courage
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feminine niggas hold grudges
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Four Brothers, three of 'em blood, one of em Lord
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runaways on the run, niggas never get caught
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I seen it happen in alot of ways
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in the Hood young killers get alot of praise
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the hotter days bring music and pussy, even chicken and kids
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older folks discuss life and how different it is
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shit has changed since the Fifties
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niggas fiend to hang wit' me
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some go to jail and get banged quickly
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two inch wounds duke, must've thought you were bulletproof
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realizin' theirs shit you couldn't do
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when you come face to face with the most hated
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drive by's if there's no way in
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and drive off wavin'.
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Chorus 2x
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Verse 3:
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I got an alter ego, approach me slow
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feel I don't know these niggas still they know me though
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either way lead the way to the front line and heat will spray
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do I need employment or need a shave?
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be the wave of the future for thugs on the rise
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patient, waitin' for the day one of ya'll try
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off point like none of the time
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I don't sleep much
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fully dressed, pants on my tux be cuffed
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you a creampuff in disguise
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sympathize with those that give a fuck
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my blows will hit 'em up
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I got a hot head and cold heart
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so don't start
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wet lighters ain't broke they just don't spark
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thug niggas don't park, they just take the key out and be out
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go in the crib
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countin' they dough, layin' low with they ho and their kids
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unaware of the enemy
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so don't pretend to be.....
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Chorus 2x
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If I Ain't a Thug
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