Dj Clue F- Beanie Siegal What A Thug About Lyrics

What A Thug About Lyrics

Beanie Mack right guerilla i'm out for the skrilla

 Face it ain't no replacement for this killa

 Keep your hands where I can see 'em an don't make me nervous

 This 4-4 auto mag you don't deserve this shit

 Kids either don't make me make you a believa

 I don't do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heata

 I run up in your crib put some in your wig

 Your babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib

 And I want everything not just some of the shit

 Got niggas comin home at night like you son of a bitch

 Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft 

 You can't blink round no crook one look you lost

 Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks

 See if you love your chick or you love your chips

 4-4 snub shit send slugs to the whip 

 Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug shit

 

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 Yo what you really know what a thug about

 Locked up in the bing no grub about

 On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about

 Tell me what you really know what a thug about

 

 A true thug spreads his game linked up in bubble 

 While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel

 I refuse to limit my game to one hustle

 I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle

 I nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo

 Aint no tellin first union a melon

 The first nigga that move put two up in his melon

 >From the 9-2 an beretta parabellum

 And I run through cats

 I'ma two gun cat

 One nickle one black

 Who want that

 I done schooled my youngins

 Gave tools to my youngins

 Broke food wit my youngins

 Broke rules wit my youngins 

 Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's

 Talked my way outta shit and near death come in

 Real thugs do what they want say what they feel

 They never front they keep it real

 

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 Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas

 Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas

 Obey the rules when my glock unloads

 Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll

 Duck behind cars hid behind poles 

 Know I live by the code anything goes

 Real thugs stand up straight never fold

 And they don't know shit if anything ever blows

 Thugs don't wanna talk shit out

 They wanna spark shit out

 Till the cops come an chalk shit out

 Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta

 Face off like Cage and Travolta

 If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya

 Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya

 Right mount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya

 Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta

 

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