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(Verse 1)
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Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
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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
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Don't make me nervous
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This 4-4 auto mat
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U don't deserve this shit
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Kids either don't make me make u a believa
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I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
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I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
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Your baby's 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 bitch
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Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
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You can't blink around no crook
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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 bitch or you love your chips
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4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip
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Beanie Sigel 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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(Verse 2)
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A true thugs speads 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 know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
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Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
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First nigga that move put two up in his melon
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>From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
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And I run through cats
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I'm a true gun cat
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One nickel
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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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(Verse 3)
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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 hide behind poles
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Know I live by the code anything goes
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Real thugs stand up straight they 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 amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
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Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
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What A Thug About
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Beanie Sigel |