Thug Shit

Lyrics

[SPM:] I know y'all boys wanna hit this water So I'll pass it around just like I did the devil's daughter Rock'em palos, with acapellos Good fellows out the ghetto Quick to fuckin' paint your block yellow Con el whero, ha-ha Sippin' Amaretto Quieres pedo? I can break you off with one dedo See, you dreamin' Thinkin' you can keep the world fiendin' Call Rasheed in It's time to bring in the demon [Rasheed:] I felt amazingly good Raised in the hood Do the type of shit only a crazy man would I think maybe I will, crack a piggy that squeal I just sprayed the .380 'Cause and yo, (?) My best friend is a 9 mil, 17-shots Call me the captain, Rasheed spark the Glock When you talk the talk, the sidewalk white-chalked I'm a hog motherfucker and it ain't my fault [*Chorus*] Now, when it comes to that thug shit We don't fuck around Now, when it comes to this rap shit You know we run sound Now, when it comes to multiplying these dividends And grippin' that burner (?) We gon' sell you a pound We strapped around town (?) Now, mama told your ass That's the way we get down It's a fucked up situation (?) The reason why we do this [Jay Tee:] I gots this shit that be poppin' (?) That's what I'm toppin' U.P's I'm droppin' I fuck with Frost nonstoppin' We does a show Make a couple of thousands Fuck a couple of hoes And head back to public housing That's where the crack That's where the coke That's where the killers That's where the bomb That's where the crank That's where the dope dealers I gots a gun and a knife on me And I'm a make it fo'sho Man, I bets my life on me [Bad Boy:] Don't need no motherfuckin' intro Stickin' motherfuckers with my pencil Sherman's got me hangin' out the window Wavin' out the pistol Bad Boy's talkin' shit from here to Italy Little, he call me? You watch your motherfuckin' memory My set is from the 7-0-2 motherfuckin' hood You got it, motherfucker? Good! 'Cause it's Clik One, block gang Gangster's when the block bangs Gangster's when we rock game Spittin' for the block, mang [*Chorus*] Now, when it comes to that thug shit We don't fuck around Now, when it comes to this rap shit You know we run sound Now, when it comes to multiplying these dividends And grippin' that burner (?) We gon' sell you a pound We strapped around town (?) Now, mama told your ass That's the way we get down It's a fucked up situation (?) The reason why we do this [Mr. Lil One:] I'll be strangling you bitches that be woofing on my shit Move the mothafucking world around Show you how I fuck around King of all the universe First to roam the earth The birth of a legend, motherfucker keep steppin' Interrupted by the Pavalon (?) Sang along my lines many times in your mind The baddest of them all And the sickest of them all The motherfucking Lil One is caught up in the middle [Rasheed/Kid Frost:] It's getting tricky Still sport Dickies Slinging that sticky Fuck the piggies It's puro Cuervo 1800's Gettin' bunted with my cousins That's right, my primos And I wouldn't fuck with them if I were you Especially if they smokin' cools (?) A motherfucker's still causing panic You just a player hater 13 years later Mashing in my navigator (?) [*Chorus*] Now, when it comes to that thug shit We don't fuck around Now, when it comes to this rap shit You know we run sound Now, when it comes to multiplying these dividends (?) We gon' sell you a pound We strapped around town (?) Now, mama told your ass That's the way we get down It's a fucked up situation (?) The reason why we do this