Real Thugs

Lyrics

[Intro] Your lonely and depressed, you need a thug in your life Real last thugs Yeah, step in the club, seven deep Look at that nigga's screwfaced (Fuck security), mean muggin' So much juice got the 4-5 on my hip, trip [Verse 1] You need a thug, the type that'll hit a hater with the newest nines Put one through it's fine, other two blew his mind Type of nigga to have you naked before the second kiss Ghetto-ed out with bling bling around his neck and wrist I hold a rod and fold a wad and used to kickin' doors With my four in the mornin' squad, sayin' "Put those hands up" We shuttin' down shop, wе robbin' your spot tonight Cuttin' down your block (Yeah), give those grams up And all thе cash you got, we crooks who rock the mic You smash and you drop, I'm stashin' a mask and a Glock Scoopin' a lady passenger, askin' her to unfasten her top We can hop under the Gucci covers, shoot me brothers Boobies shootin' me huevos, floozies and hoochies lovers Slap on the newbie brothers, a thug gon' fuck this shit out you Like that nigga Pac, man, killed in the movie Colors (Huh, c'mon) [Chorus] You need niggas like us, who ain't afraid to bust Who kickin' up dust Trust me, I know you need a Nigga like us, who ain't afraid to bust Who kickin' up dust, trust me (Yeah) [Verse 2] Real thugs give a quick frown, spit rounds, hit clowns, split rounds Skip town, look at the way we get down Fishes, Bill Gators, stayin' G, young dice Where you at, tell these bitches who they need They need a thug like me And Crooked, I wish they're sucker-free Niggas know that the DPG records always got thugs, ya see And that's on me Freeze and froze, my city's full of OG's and hoes We roll D's and O's, our coups freeze on threes and pos Our life is sex, cheese, and clothes We flip keys and O's, bang on D's and O's Comin' in the door with my guns exposed Spittin' shit so cold my lungs is froze Money over blunts and hoes Those top notches call me Papa Chula From Dog Pound Records, all you soft niggas through ball No, these marks ain't thuggin' for real All you studio gangstas ain't thuggin' for real (What?) And you niggas who switch sides ain't thuggin' for real (Hell no) But thuggin' for real, I say thuggin' for real But still [Chorus] You need niggas like us, who ain't afraid to bust Niggas who kick up dust Trust me, I know you need a Niggas like us, who ain't afraid to bust Niggas who kick up dust [Verse 3] You see a thug might jock your friends Knock the skin together went up to clock some ends, and chop up ends But uh uh, you want a punk rapper, claimin' to be a young jacker, but never been a gun clapper My clock ready to pop every, squeeze the trigger you do head spins like niggas from Rocksteady The block deadly, but we clock fatty, and the drop shabby, with a top heavy hoe, 'cause we not petty Y'all not ready, to fuck with real hustlers, stainless steel clutchers, niggas who kill busters Trust us (What?), we slapping these chumps silly, you want a real thug, baby it's a dumb dilly, you feel me [Chorus] You need niggas like us, who ain't afraid to bust Niggas who kick up dust Trust me, I know you need a Nigga like us, who ain't afraid to bust Niggas who kick up dust Trust me, I know you need a Nigga like us, who ain't afraid to bust Kickin' up dust, leave you touched