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Beanie Mack right guerilla i'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see 'em an don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mag you don't deserve this s**t
Kids either don't make me make you a believa
I don't do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heata
I run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the s**t
Got comin home at night like you son of a b*tch
nigg* done tooked me off you shook an soft
You can't blink round no crook one look you lost
'll find your b*tch to find your bricks
See if you love your chick or you love your chips
4-4 snub s**t send slugs to the whip
Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug s**t
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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 thug spreads his game linked up in bubble
While 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 nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo
Aint no tellin first union a melon
The first nigg* that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 an beretta parabellum
And I run through cats
I'ma two gun cat
One nickle one black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta s**t and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta s**t and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
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claim to be thugs you real fkin suckas
Quick as* runnin good fkin duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hid behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight never fold
And they don't know s**t if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk s**t out
They wanna spark s**t out
Till the cops come an chalk s**t out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
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 mount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
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