What Thugs Do

Lyrics

[Intro: La the Darkman & DJ Rogers & Puff] Yeah, yeah, one, two Yeah, yeah, yeah (Oh) Time for another cat get his money Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone (Havin' money, havin' money) Word life (Havin' money) [Verse 1: La the Darkman] Yo, yo, life is hard so I dedicate to God Mad cats sell coke tryin' not to starve Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor In poverty, life expectancy is short Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports In projects, single parents homes and techs Islam, bass-heads and welfare checks I'm tryin' to eat, pushin' wide-bodied whip through the streets My whole fleet is wolves disguised as sheep In society the poor in America are miserable Untrained, starvin' like the children in Israel First jewel since men spoke Hebrew Now niggas drink brew, guzzle Lucifer stew Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven And said he sold drugs by day 'cause havin' cream was heaven [Chorus: DJ Rogers & Puff] What young thugs do for money What young thugs do for money [Verse 2: La the Darkman] Yo, niggas keep eyein' me, my life is like administer society I'm old, dawg, many fake thugs think of tryin' me Sorry, I'm the lion in this concrete safari My niggas been in and out of jail since Atari The street life is the only life I know Puff trees, V12, my medallion glow And I'm always Gotti but cats don't know me My peoples run the island on Riker's and the Coney I keep the new fresh, planned Clark's like Tony I'm married to my guns in holy matrimony With street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that Rhyme for my niggas on the corner that keep gats Since school cats, niggas incarcerated All praises due to Allah 'cause I made it [Chorus: DJ Rogers & Puff] What young thugs do for money What young thugs do for money [Verse 3: La the Darkman] Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolescent I grew up stressin' With a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons Based on the streets, life about cream and whip Cells with the chip, big guns and big clips A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the Apollo La songs, philosphies is a street Aristotel It's policticians, Catholics and Christians Kids who don't listen, on Riker's pissin' Life, can't play Cee-Lo with two dice And you go through Hell just to come out right 'Cause we go through Hell just to come out right [Chorus: DJ Rogers & Puff] What young thugs do for money What young thugs do for money [Outro: DJ Rogers & Puff] Thugs that get that money (Get that money) Don't let money change you (Don't let it change you) (No, no, no, no) Thugs that get that money (Ohh) Money, don't let money change you (Don't let it change you) (Ohh, no, no, don't let money change you) (I'm tellin' you, don't let it change you) (Do you want the dollar? Gotta have the money) (Uh, got to have the money) (Ain't worth the problem)