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T.I.) They say man, they say man I bet you diamond to dog shit you can't lost soon as I get strapped homie (Hook) You can't be riding foreign shit Off-set Car ain't even out yet Bit too long clip, you know you ain't 'bout that Bankroll mafia, can't believe
Intro: Krayzie Bone] Hey young thugs, the world is yours. The world, the world, the world is yours. [Chorus: Krayzie Bone] (X2) Young thugs, my young thugs, young thugs, my young thu-u-ugs, young thugs, my young thugs, young thugs, my young thu-u-ugs. [Ve
Intro: Keri Hilson (Young Thug)] Mrs. Keri, baby Mrs. Keri Mrs. Keri, baby (Let them boys know) [Verse 1: Keri Hilson] You can't treat me like no basic bitch I'm Grade A approved and just face it I don't think you know who you playin' with I could have bette
the missions to get what you dont got The struggle it dont stop, until we drop Krayzie bone and ice cube.. The best thing in life in life is life (uh-huh, uh-huh) Get your mind right, and get your grind right (we gotta keep goin) [krazyie] hey young thugs (we gotta keep goi
beat low My bass low I ride low, she go low My beat low My bass low I ride low, used to tell her what you said, bro [Juicy J:] Me, Juicy J, got too many hoes Me, Juicy J, got too many flows Clique ballin' out like the '98 Lakers Pull up in a million dollar car and
the money and ran outta room, yeah I tried to hide the money and ran outta room I tried to hide the money and ran outta room I tried to hide the money and ran outta room DJ Khaled! Money on your head, you might get hit up today You can't be wonderi
ma do my dance in a bit (I'ma do my dance) She front on me, I throw bands at the bih All up in my pants and I'm rich (yeah) All up on the couch standin' on shit, yeah Pay me in advance, off rip (off rip) Tell lil' mama do the dance on this dick (dick) Shooter with me, got his
end, yeah You know, what we doin' (what) I'm set, slatt, set, gang, set I'm on a high end (jet) I'm 'bout to fly in (set) Hop in a Cayenne (skrrt) I was just glidin' (I was just glidin') I just be stylin' (stylin', style) I'm on a high end
Intro] What you tell them Thugger! [Hook: Young Thug] I'ma pull up, eat on that p**** and dip I'ma keep one inside the chamber like Wilt Baby girl spoiled and she spoileder than milk And keep her on my side like a f***in' hip She gon' make sure I surv
Intro: Swizz Beatz (N.O.R.E.)] Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (Yeah!) Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! (Swizz!) Set it off in this mother-mother-mother jump it off! Set it off in this mother HEY! Jump it off! (N.O.
this shit don't stop I recognise that this shit keep goin' you know With or without it Ya digg? (Young Thug) I'm with the 808 Mafia You want war, then I ain't stoppin' ya I'm cookin' the white girls for my boy I'm havin' rings like a motherf***in' lord No I ain't hesitat
Intro: Both] London On Da Track bitch Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothaf***a' Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothaf***a' Rich Gang, Thugga Thugga baby Got like 4 ounces in a 20, bitch I'm blunted [Hook: Young Thug] I've done did a
Boomin' wants some more nigga I just pull up to the spot boy Like I'm fresh up off the lot boy Niggas say I do a lot boy Cause I'm spending cash money like a Hott Boy Stop thinking you the man, cause you not boy You be looking like them cops boy See you bitch and
s a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to show off DJ Snake up in here about to go off Now go off, now go off Goddamn! Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress On the run, nigga, goin' for the checks These niggas don't know the half (show time!) These
s a Friday, I'm 'bout to go off Got my chains on and I'm 'bout to show off DJ Snake up in here about to go off Now go off, now go off Goddamn! Smoke stress to get rid of all the stress On the run, nigga, gunnin' for the cheques These niggas don't know the half (show time!
fat, yeah I know You just got cash? Blow sum mo' Blow sum mo', blow sum mo' The more you spend it, the fast it go Bad bitches, on the floor It's rainin' hundred's, throw sum mo' Throw sum mo', throw sum mo', throw sum mo' Hi, bye hater, I flood the club with paper Shorty got a as
you say uh, no limit Got that Master P, no limit baby Give you that black card, no limit Just know when you roll with a nigga like me There’s no limit baby Make you say uh, no limit I see murmur murder that, no limit baby Give you that ghetto D girl, no limit Just know when you
On Da Track bitch Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothaf***a' Rich Homie, Thugga Thugga in this mothaf***a' Rich Gang Thugga Thugga baby I've done did a lot of shit just to live this here lifestyle We came straight from the bottom to the top, my lifestyle Nigga livin'
Havana, ooh na-na (ay) Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay) He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na All of my heart is in Havana (ay) There's somethin' 'bout his manners (uh huh) Havana, ooh na-na (uh) He didn't walk up with that "how you doi
Havana, ooh na-na (ayy) Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ayy, ayy) He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na All of my heart is in Havana (ayy) There's somethin' 'bout his manners (uh huh) Havana, ooh na-na He didn't walk up with that "how you doin'?
Havana, ooh na-na (ay) Half of my heart is in Havana, ooh-na-na (ay, ay) He took me back to East Atlanta, na-na-na Oh, but my heart is in Havana (ay) There's somethin' 'bout his manners (uh huh) Havana, ooh na-na (uh) He didn't walk up with that "how you doin'?" (uh) (When h
cocaina (Cocaina, cocaina) Cocaina, cocaina (Cocaina, cocaina) Cocaina, cocaina (Cocaina, cocaina) Cocaina, cocaina Cocaina, cocaina, I don't wanna serve my people Cocaina, cocaina, you can call them birds, call them seagulls Cocaina, cocaina, you can call the girl mamacita
To do? Whatcha gonna do? Everybody on to the floor Good job, baby I saw you pull to the back And roll with the cream in the back I look at you, you look right back Like you wanna get funky I hit the bar to buy you a drink Feel you out to see how you think It's do
out like a cigarette Been living like I'm dead Going through the motions And I can't escape I just need some room to breathe Gotta keep my sanity Anybody out there ever feel the same We just gotta get this started Let's set it off we're coming back to life Nobody's
it off with those i respect for the law of crime set it off with crazy and insain to love and sex are dreams about love touching the dream that we met our life as death means that you can be involved with a police it means i am nuts and crazy with or wit
Intro:] Sprinkle a little 2Pac on it (It ain't easy bein' me) I'm legendary I'm necessary They call me Ferrari they call me 50 Call me big homie Hah [Verse 1:] I got a bad bitch over the crib, I'm finna pop her off Nigga call me in 30 I beat her and dropped her off It's a quic
Drag-On] I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim cuz bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs and quarter pounds bitch place your order now stay in line
I'll be yo' thug for life, my love will drive you crazy You know nobody ain't gone (f***) you like you need baby Let's slip and slide together and go get this cheese baby Hold me close and always be yo' thug for life Keep it tight and always be yo' thug for life Speak the trut
talking:] Oh you a block bleeder nigga, what you raw You ready to go to war, with choppers nigga You ready to take, Penitentiary chances fool What type of nigga you is [Big Pokey:] I'm a thug nigga, bone full of roaches and bugs Affiliated with slugs, and moving quarters th
Lil Wayne] (Okay) Uh-huh (uh-huh) okay (mmhmm) uh-huh (Mmhmm) Street mix (street mix) (Uh-huh) Listen, listen, listen.. (Ladies and gentleman!) Okay I'm Weezy Wee the man and I reps it well And it's gon' be Cash Money whether death or jail Catch me flossin in the hood, t
Ja Rule] Ja Rule, yeah Irv Gotti, uh, huh Big Rob, haha It's how we do it Yeah, it's my life [Case] What's the matter with your life? [Ja] Everything from the evils to price, from the guns to mic I'm livin' my life runnin' through hell wi
s 1999 Guess what? The motherf***in' real thugs is in this motherf***er now [Chorus x4] Always, always, what am I?, what am I? A thug always, -ways, -ways Uh-huh, uh-huh [Krayzie] Niggas look out And we in the motherf***er house We in here now
M.Bleek] Huh? Yeah M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek Y'all punk ass niggaz Check it out yo [Chorus] Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga It's no love nigga We true thug niggaz Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine Niggaz stack one's act an
set the roof on fire We set the roof on fire We set the roof on fire We set the roof on fire We set the roof on fire We set the roof on fire We set the roof on fire We set the roof on fire We set the roof, we set the roof We set the roof on fire We set the roof
hmm, ye-yeah.. [Twista] Here come a bitch with the fly puss', and a nigga with the fly dick In the Mickey and Mallory mode, rollin through the streets on 24's On krunk screamin, ''Die bitch!'' Bout to shut yo' shit down, anybody that opposes t
50 Cent:] What y'all know about this fab shit, huh? TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh Look we can shop together mama, his and hers Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs I ain't tight with the chips girl I'm down to splurge If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (O
Hook:] My niggas thug, my niggas thug We ball 'bout 25 deep to the club, I need some tear sip, I'm a show you who to scrap They won't let me in, 'cause they know I'm a thug. My niggas thug, my niggas thug We ball 'bout 25 deep to the club, I need some tear sip, I'm a show
gon save that? Na na na na naaaaaa Na na na na naaaaaa Yea Thug niggas don't live that long (Thug niggas don't live that long) Before they gone they'll be dead and gone But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home (I'll be waiting for you) I wanna buy me a Benz but I
Hoo where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at, where the thug girls at (Over Here Whodi) where they at, where they at where the thug girls at (Overe Here Whodi) where they at, where they at [Master P] where the thug girls at
talking] Its the return of the big dogs nigga You know who it is, Fat Rat with the cheese Hardest pit in the litter nigga, lace your motherf***ing boots This music ain't for cowards Uh, uh, uh, uh.. [Big Pokey] I'm a thug nigga, thug clothes a
up, Gotti, yeah This is how it’s goin’ down (All we need is a a stage, God Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, yeah (Yeah, come on, ha-ha-ha) It’s on and poppin’, baby (It’s on and poppin’) The Last Temptation, ha-ha He’s back Y’all know who I’m talkin’ ‘bout To
Intro: The Notorious B.I.G.] Some Junior Mafia shit right here We just gonna set it off We's know the deal This shit is real On this end, uh Shit is real on this end No friends, J-M (Shit it real on this end) Shit is real on this end (Shit is real on this end) No
Verse 1: Meechy Darko] Today I purchased a coffin and I ain't even die yet Smoked about a hundred blunts and I ain't even high yet Wrote my verse in poison ink, watch you biters digest Got the illest grind yet? No eye can deny this Lungs full of uh, eye
s crank up the truck, kick up some dust Leave it all behind, just me and you, baby Don't look back, stomp on the gas Tear off the rearview, let's go crazy Maybe Tennessee LA, NYC Mississippi Come on, come on Whoa-oh, oh, oh, ready set go Gotta get out of this sm
Verse 1: Tee Grizzley] Hold up, lemma catch my breath, nigga watch yo step I'm in the game, it ain't no rules, we'll knock off refs Don't leave the crib without them racks Without my vest, my strap (my strap) Yo bitch got some good neck-neck, my wrist neck wet (neck wet)
Intro] Now you might just sing But I know my eyes ain't tripping (nah) My momma told me I'm a beast We got London On Da Track I know you don't feel another nigga You couldn't ever be me You're way too nice, lil' nigga (what?) I know a nigga know me An' I'm pullin' out like a driver, nigga
Talking] Attention ladies I'm tired of playin Why the f*** you tryin f*** when you know you gotta man Wonder if my girl like that thank about it That's what got me packin and I'm out it Lets go [Verse one] She keep on askin me bout hoes everyday But I'm comin home t
up the party starts, Yeah this is who we are, We’re forever young at heart. We’re gonna make tonight, Just let me show you love, Gotta start just be young at heart. Let go, I willl show you how, ‘Cause I know you only live with doubt, It’s a waste when you
Ager Man & Bart] Mobb life mutha f***a! (It's Mobbin life) Eh man is this that Blunt Funk? (That One Step Beyond bombation shit) Yeah. (You know what I'm sayin'? 3 Times mutha f***in' Krazy nigga! Where the f***in' money?! Where the f***in' money nigga?! (Blunt Funk e
Verse 1] Scrape the corner Buy a Rover Crack inside my grandmas sofa Sunday, family coming over Move the crack behind the toaster Carry pistols with no holsters Trying not to be a poster You was listening to your coaches I was listening to the v
Fabolous talking before first verse] Brooklyn, uh uh uh uh Huh Huh uh huh do it huh Yea Uh Uh do it huh huh what ya'll want huh [Verse 1] Rollin, gold two seater Stash in the dash Hole through heaters Blockahhhhh put holes through beaters Ghetto
age 13 I was buckwild Good in my knucklegame Made it through a tough childhood Never be the same Walked in my daddy's shoes No time to be a peaceful man Just shatter fools That's 'til I put my eyes on you Goddamn sweetheart You got some thighs on you Now I can't w
2Pac] Ay come on JoJo ('Pac.. hahaha) Yeah that type of shit (maybe it's the thug in me) You know what time it is (maybe it's the thug in me) [2Pac] By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game Made it through a tough childhood never be the same Walked in my daddy's sho
fire! fire! orange yellow and black flesh trees bloom fire fire fire i'm trapped inside this motel 6 on fire, fire, fire those young fists clenched in the air make a million millionaires set fire to the ships on fire! set fire to the hips on fire! constellations strung up
Chorus] T-H-U-G we be, that's thug mentality we thuggin, thuggin thuggin that's the way I chose to live my life T-H-U-G we be, that's thug mentality we thuggin, thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day I die T-H-U-G we be, that's thug mentality we thuggin
Verse 1:] Young and set with your windows down, If they still had cassettes you would wear that shit out. You got twenty-one hits and nobody around, Knows your friend from high-school put you onto the sound. [Hook:] Ever since schwag, Ever since
nation under a groove Keeping it smooth with a jazz that's so cool Young nation under a groove keeping it smooth Young nation under a groove Keeping it smooth with a jazz that's so cool Young nation under a groove keeping it smooth [Verse 1] As I'm strollin' down the park
yeah Oh yeah yeah Let's set it off Oh yeah You can make it happen Ohay, ohay hey! Kings and Queens, it's our time to rise Write the book story of our lives, This is us taking back the night. Ohay, ohay Break the spell, We were born this way Be yourself
f***ers wanna get with me Lay with me, love with me, all right Mother f***ers wanna get with me Lay with me, love with me, all right Mother f***ers wanna get with me Lay with me, love with me, all right Mother f***ers wanna get with me Lay w
in ah heavy weight style and we kick it Know we inner de zone and we mash it And we go home and we make the room tear down That's what de dred come fe do u-u-u I know the people understanda When they see the dredder With the mic in ah me hand, hand, hand We make th
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