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Thug niggas
Hahahaha
Callin' all thug niggas (Callin' all thug niggas)
This shit is for y'all (Hahahaha)
Worldwide (We do this shit)
Just like Geto Boys (Geto Boys)
I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here
(GB)
We goin' through the same thing
Weapons bein' loaded and cocked, bodies drop
Ghetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin' rocks
Fuck the cops, they brutalize the poverty-stricken
Institutional racism prevalent in prisons
Quick decisions are made with precision, the blood spill
Gotta make a mill', get a house on the hill
Protect my grill and avoid gettin' killed
Now, if I'm layin' on the concrete with bloody pants
Lord, please give your homeboy a second chance
Baby need a new pair of shoes and a college fund
My P.O. wanna know how I got a gun
I'm in the presence of my enemies like in the Bible
Will I see Heaven if I murder these fuckin' rivals?
I'm havin' nightmares of niggas' final cries
If I die today, will I be idolized?
I gives a fuck, you can dwell from the East to West
As long as you feel that South, nigga, you can bet I got
Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up
Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up
Lord, see me to the mass shit, my Islamic roots
Forgive me what I past did, hustlin' for loot
Pass the casket, lookin' at my friend in a basket
Touch him with my lips, feelin' like he plastic
I never seen a man cry, but my lifestyle is fear
Sittin' around, watchin' motherfuckers die
The faces of death, who could've predicted
2Pac would be next? Read ghetto text
If you live by the sword or speak about it too much
You gon' die by the sword, so think about it
Do us an injustice, you know time flies
Life, I can't trust it, so I stay high
Six-time felony, no one can handle me
I'm constantly fuckin' up my family
To the moms, a casualty, I got love
But this a little gangsta shit to my thugs
Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up
Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up
I'm a motherfuckin' thug 'til the day I die
Born in this world to be a rider, so I'm ridin' high
My bloodshot eyes coincide with my frame of mind
Forever mobbin' with my niggas from off of both sides
It's GB, family, fuck y'all bitch-made
We in the game to run the whole thing
Eternally from A to Z, bonafide thug in my blood
Part of the ghetto, niggas runnin' when I'm uppin' metal
I'm black devil with this shovel when I'm near, nigga
No fear, nigga, this is war in your ear, nigga
Right here, nigga, real niggas representin' thugs
We all action, we body-baggin' (Body-baggin')
And toe-taggin', your reaction is flatline
No pulse, straight killers
Thug niggas with no heart, thug niggas
And that's how that shit go, nigga
We ain't gon' never stop doin' this shit
I know the motherfuckers can't stand it
When the goddamn Geto Boys come out
We gotta represent
Niggas all over the motherfuckin' world
We got Geto Boys all over the world
And that's why we always break shit down
Come to motherfuckin' Martis Compound
Nigga, you fuck with us, you hoes'll get bugged, slugged
We'll have your motherfuckin' family members on the front row row
Get to the kiss and hugs
Nigga, that's how I do in that shit
Down South, motherfucker
Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up
Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up
Get 'em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent your shit
Smokin' weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit
Fuck with me, nigga, what's up? Talkin' all that shit
Now we face-to-face, motherfucker, who you with?
Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble
Oh, he know how to act now, huh? We in doubles
Always stickin' out and stomp out, nigga gettin' nervous
And that stutterin' in your voice now, that's gon' get you serviced
Ain't no motherfuckin' game, nigga, disrespect
Remember the next time, that bullshit gon' get you X'd
Do your thang, but don't you ever trade
Don't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch
If you do, then you's a bitch, full of shit
Locks a hole in you, pop a hole in a ho, nigga
Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up
Nothin' but that gangsta shit to my thugs
Puffin' on the gang of shit, smokin' love
Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub
No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up
Smokin' love, show me love
Chuck it up, smokin' bud
Chuck it up, showin' love
To my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud
Do your thing, nigga, what?
Chuck it up, do your thing
Chuck it up, toss it up
Thug, do your thang, thang, toss it up
Got some bud, chuck it up, showin' love
To my thugs, chuck it up, smokin' bud
Do your thing, nigga, what?
It's the
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