Thugs

Lyrics

[Intro: C1, Slimz, JaySav] It is not the violence that sets man apart It is the distance that he is prepared to go (Simpz) You control the fear And without the fear, we are all as good as dead You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug OT, setting up shop with the best Cats ring-ring, man, they love this peng You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug You can't tell me 'bout the pressure and punks Them man just lie on their tracks on some hype ting [Chorus: C1] You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug But she wants a Tulse Hill thug Light and fit, brown and slim Where else do we keep our guns? Kway back, we were out for fun And now, we do road with things and stuff 15-inch, that's shanks in guts Or 2 shotguns getting buss You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug But she wants a Tulse Hill thug Light and fit, brown and slim Where else do we keep our guns? Kway back, we were out for fun And now, we do road with things and stuff 15-inch, that's shanks in guts Or 2 shotguns getting buss [Verse 1: Slimz] Redrum if you see me with S Best run, if not, then you're gonna get drenched 2 shots in the dot-dot ting Man wave it about, tryna back off heads I was in O with them packs, never run out Flip this grub, reload more bread Fuck these bitches, I gotta get money Fill up my tummy and show no respect Had them pussios running in shops And we know where they are, no names to be said Skid 'round there, 4 man, 2 peds 1-2 max and a PCX Tryna make paigons meet their death When I back this flick, man put it in necks OT, setting up shop with the best Cats ring-ring, man, they love this peng Gyal give top, hands-free, it's so ments No teeth as well, give it 10/10 Free all my niggas that's locked in pens Smacking up opps on basic again Streets ain't safe, don't lack, get boomed Tryna wet man 'til the metal does bend Fuck these opps and free all my guys RIP Chak 'til the end Niggas back their shanks, then bro did back that wap And I swear, I saw 10 man leg Ramzy on me, comfy when I step Diligent bop, Uptop with gang Anyone lack, get cheffed Why they don't wanna make no Snaps on their block with the gang? We'll all come in a sec' Beef intense, LTH but it's DMS That's drugs, money and skengs Done one already, let's do it again Skid 'round there, jump out, who's next? Only got 2 big bros on your block Shoutouts BY, shoutouts M LTH where it started Add that K, turn target You can get kwenged [Chorus: C1] You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug But she wants a Tulse Hill thug Light and fit, brown and slim Where else do we keep our guns? Kway back, we were out for fun And now, we do road with things and stuff 15-inch, that's shanks in guts Or 2 shotguns getting buss You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug But she wants a Tulse Hill thug Light and fit, brown and slim Where else do we keep our guns? Kway back, we were out for fun And now, we do road with things and stuff 15-inch, that's shanks in guts Or 2 shotguns getting buss [Verse 2: JaySav] Casualty I'm with S, Slimz, Creepz All of my niggas, they hang with me S just steady controlling that dinger And the feds wanna do what we do But they ain't getting info, they're way too inna And that rammy got length But I swear down, the sammy come way more bigger 2 hands on the mash when we slap it 1 hand until they tryna grab it Hurdles when they jump that fence Black blade flicky when we left man drenched 3 man when we tear up their top They all ran when we got that drop Sav, I'm the realest sav' Them yutes can't talk about man Approach with caution Slimz just did him, I told him, "Wait Hold up, lemme just get my potion" Now, back to the slums, exhausted They don't want it from me or my team They don't want it from none of my Gs I'mma spare Young Trapz and Dripz And they all riding, man, but they're from RP I been riding You can't tell me 'bout pressure or punks Them man just lie on their tracks on some hype ting Rather be up in cunch Making racks from a cat's house Notorious Hill, juice gets spilled Do it for the thrill [Chorus: C1] You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug But she wants a Tulse Hill thug Light and fit, brown and slim Where else do we keep our guns? Kway back, we were out for fun And now, we do road with things and stuff 15-inch, that's shanks in guts Or 2 shotguns getting buss You don't know nuttin' 'bout a Tulse Hill thug But she wants a Tulse Hill thug Light and fit, brown and slim Where else do we keep our guns? Kway back, we were out for fun And now, we do road with things and stuff 15-inch, that's shanks in guts Or 2 shotguns getting buss [Outro: C1] Baow, baow, baow Simpz Skid-du, boom, baow