(singer singing) If I ain't a thug why do I feel this way? Why does crime stay on my mind? And if you ain't a thug why do you front so bad? You're
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard Clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard Clap your hands thug niggas clap
Yup, yup okay Ya, ya, Boyz n da hood Ay, ya, let's go, ay, ya Jody breeze, Big Duke Young Jeezy, gee If you a thug gone show us shorty rush a nigga If
I woke up today On a hospital bed And the white coats say "You were next to dead" But you're the perfect criminal And so we gave you life You're the
parental stereo mute pointed to an instrumental voice instead so hitting skin on speed he red eyes while with me she in the waiting room reading into
So what exactly are you saying? You'd like to live your life between the sheets There's no destination The hours getting way past getting late Defy
Uh-huh, yo let me get some of that man Look, I think I can fuck something I'm tryin' to find out what's up with you See, for real What-what [chorus]
(Kool G Rap Talking) Queens shit, we bring the thug shit for real nigga You know how we do, y'all know how a nigga bring it Straight direct at you kid
Scratchin' like a tom cat Got a monkey on my back I'm gonna push and pull And howl like wolf And drive my Cadillac I've got medication, honey I've got
Come on Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted For Dead Presidents any cat alive can
You crawl in bed, it's 3 a.m. You smell of wine and cigarettes A butterfly under the glass, you are beautiful But you're not going anywhere We do the
[Big Punisher] Yeah.. 6430.. Ty Fyffe where you at? Aww shit.. smooth it out Where my chick tonight? Thug style Knock em out Pun! I pull your motherfuckin
You know what I am You know what I do well at least I thought you knew They call me Pusha Damn I take you like a slap in the face Every time the bass
7 in the mornin', they kickin' down my momma's door Now tell me what is this motherfuckin' drama for? Can a nigga get rest after rest without the stress
Dixie is a scourge and a scar And a girl in my heart and a state of mind Jesus is the man with a plan He's a short haired Mexican friend of mine This
Jailbird, jailbird, singing through the wires 'Cause his cage is closed and he's stuck inside Said who's gonna hear my help me, help me now? Yeah, who
Here I am waiting for you To feel what you say you feel, can I believe in you? There's no reason for me to stay inside Waiting for my release when I don