What A Thug About

Lyrics

[Production by Buckwild] [Verse 1: Beanie Sigel] 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 mag, you don't deserve that shit Kids either, don't make me make you a believer I don't do a lot of talkin', I speak with the heater I'll run up in your crib, put some in your wig Your baby cryin': pop, pop, pop, put some in the crib And I want everything, not just some of the shit Got niggas comin' home at night, like you son of a bitch Nigga done took me off, yeah, you shook and soft You can't blink 'round no crook One look you lost Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks See if you love your chick or you love your chips 4-4 snub shit, send slugs to the whip Beanie Sigel, desert eagle, I love this thug shit [Hook] Yo, what you really know what a thug about? Locked up in the bing, no grub about On the block, do ya thing, slangin' 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, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about Tell me, what you really know what a thug about [Verse 2: Beanie Sigel] A true thugs spreads his game, linked up and bubble While niggas 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 Cleo Ain't no tellin', First Union or Mellon The first nigga that move, put two up in his melon From the 9-two-m Beretta Parabellum Man, I run through cats, I'm a 2 gun cat One nickel, one black, who want that? I done schooled my youngins Gave tools to my youngins Broke fool with my youngins Broke rules with my youngins Walk my way out of shit and had bad run in's Talked my way out of shit in near death comings Real thugs do what they want, say what they feel They never front, they keep it real [Hook] Yo, what you really know what a thug about? Locked up in the bing, no grub about On the block, do ya thing, slangin' 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, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about Tell me, what you really know what a thug about [Verse 3: Beanie Sigel] Niggas claim to be thugs, be real fuckin' suckas Quick ass runnin', good fuckin' duckas (Yeah) Obey the rules when my Glock unload '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 shit if anything ever blows Thugs don't wanna talk shit out, they wanna spark shit out Until the cops come and chalk shit out Blaze with the toaster, extra clip in the leg holster Face off like Cage and Travolta (Yeah) If you got beef, a thug gon' roast ya Talk behind your back, a thug gon' approach ya Ride on mama's stacks, a thug gon' ghost ya Lay you out flat, like a thug suppose to [Hook] Yo, what you really know what a thug about? Locked up in the bing, no grub about On the block, do ya thing, slangin' 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, do ya thing, slangin' 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, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about Tell me, what you really know what a thug about