Thug In Your Life

Lyrics

[Intro: KMG the Illustrator] You know how to sing? We like to make the hoes sing, make the hoes sing Would you sing for me? Uh huh Yeah Mmm, yeah Mm, yeah Let me get down [Verse 1: KMG the Illustrator] See, I asked my homies to put me up on game Please instrument me a little knowledge to a brother like me See, I only went through 2 years of college But there's one thing I've learned about a woman and her sexuality We somе whole pimp nation, satellite playing, mo ho laying Chop up 36 and flip it, baby is you with it? My situation is I'm stеreotyped "perfect for gangsta rap" Put it down for gangsta scratch Plus a lil something in the street..that keeps me sitting on leather New 20s, hella big, and some bomb lil nasty freak You know what I'm saying? Check it out See, it's about that time that I show the true that, now who that? Keep you around, looking fine while we do that, blew back We outta control when we plushed out the crib When we on the stroll, keep checking while we on decking Ain't no question, learned a lesson from doing this gangsta shit, for years And getting over the fears A nigga just finding out just who wit me, yeahs huh But still thuggin Try not to drive while I'm buzzin, but the homie won't clean up Plus the tre, that's a dozen, nigga Still drunk and sometime, me and my nigga serve it left Big Hutch and the world can rhyme Grind until the Torno wires lean to the side, baby You think I'm crazy fasho, but I'ma be the realest nigga you know I'ma be the thug nigga you blow when I come through the door [Hook: KMG the Illustrator (singing) and Cold 187um (adlibs)] I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (mmm) Yeah, a real thug fasho! Yeah! I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (huh) True and true, just for you, baby! I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh) A real thug fasho! Uh I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (yeah) Doing what I gotta do [Verse 2: Cold 187um] Nigga, I live in a world full of hustlers and thugs Full of top notch bitches and hella riches Constantly on my missions, cause I ain't tryna miss out It's easy to get caught up though That's why I move at a idle pace and duck shady hoes Fasho, it's all about the cheddar, the scratch, the green, the cream The dinero, from the Bentley to the peso Tryna cop a crib way out and lay low The only thing I got time for is elevating my game While you weak ass niggas complain, making chump change I'm on some satellite nigga shit, while niggas still hating on each other and saving a bitch I'm rich! Thugged out and chipped up Oh, I swear to god I don't give a fuck about your bitch waving hang up Fucking with Hutch will have your whole block touched Yo, are you hard for the Y2K? And Rich Thug everyday, all day, feel it? [Hook: KMG the Illustrator (singing) and Cold187um (adlibs)] I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh, mmm) Yeah, huh, a real thug fasho! I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh) True and true, just for you, baby! I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh, yeah) Uh, a real thug fasho! yeah I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh) True and true, doing what I gotta do, baby I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (huh, yeah) Uh, a real thug fasho!, uh I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (Rich Thug movement baby, uh) (KMG, 187, DJ Kaos) I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (I wrote the song, huh, yeah, moving thangs) I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (yes) Keep it tight (fasho) [Instrumental]