文本歌词

作词 : Buckwild/Anthony Best/Dwight Grant
作曲 : Buckwild/Anthony Best/Dwight Grant
Yo Beanie,
Mac, rap guerrilla,
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where
I can see 'em, don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat, you don't deserve this ******t
Kids either don't make me make you a believer
I do a lotta talkin',
I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin', pop pop pop, put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the ******t
Got ******s comin' home at night like you son of ******
****** done took me off, yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook, one look you lost
******s'll find your ****** to find your bricks
See if you love your ****** or you love your chips4-4 snub ******t sendin' slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle,
I love this thug ******t
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
A true thugs spreads his game linked up in bubble
While ******s stay in one lane like the
Lincoln Tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play
Cee-Lo, set it off like
CleoAin't no tellin' first union or
MellanFirst ****** that move put two up in his melon
From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
And I run through cats,
I'm a true gun cat
One nickel, one black, who want that?
I done schooled, my youngin's, gave tools to my youngin's
Broke food wit my youngin's, broke rules wit my youngin's
Spark my way outta ******t and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta ******t and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
******s claim to be thugs, you real ******' suckas
Quick ass runnin', good ******' duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads'
Cause when
I start firin', stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars, hide behind poles
Know I live by the code, anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight, they never fold
And they don't know ******t if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk ******t out, they wanna spark ******t out
Till the cops come an chalk ******t out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holster
Face off like
Cage and Travolta
If you got beef, a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back, a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack, a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose to