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Boyz N Da Hood
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We Thuggin'
Lyricist：Kannon Cross, Lee Dixon, Alonzo Mathis, Miguel Scott, Jacoby White
The whole click tote pistols, buck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on they necks and they arms
So when you see us comin', duck 'cause we bussin'
Flyin' in the bucket, holarin' fuck it 'cause we thuggin'
The whole click tote pistols, buck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on they necks and they arms
So when you see us comin', duck 'cause we bussin'
Flyin' in the bucket, holarin' fuck it 'cause we thuggin'
Yeah, back in the lab, back on the block
Back with them slabs, back with them Glocks
Run in ya drop, yeah nigga, we'll run in ya spot
Take ya little chains and ya colorful watch
(Heh)
Stackin' my greens, money get locked
Still on the corner I stand, trafficin' on blocks
We'll pull a nigga card for real, yeah
My boys in the hood hard for real
And niggas say they ball but what they talkin' is lame
My whole clique strapped and we off of the chain
Plus a lotta niggas fake so I'ma say it out loud
'Cause a lot of niggas hate but they don't say it out loud
I come from the A-Town, we come from the playground
Where niggas don't play 'round, stand and we spray rounds
Still thinkin', we run from the k-9s
Got the trap bumpin' like the beat in the baseline
The whole click tote pistols, buck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on they necks and they arms
So when you see us comin', duck 'cause we bussin'
Flyin' in the bucket, holarin' fuck it 'cause we thuggin'
The whole click tote pistols, buck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on they necks and they arms
So when you see us comin', duck 'cause we bussin'
Flyin' in the bucket, holarin' fuck it 'cause we thuggin'
Now, I roll wit the big dawgs, certified street hawgs
Niggas run the mess hall all day with shit, y'all
Niggas lined up waitin' on the whistle like a kick off
Then form a circle round your ass like a tip off
All of this was up to you, feelin' need to lip off
You done got me pissed off, now you gettin' shipped off
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Plus I got a charge, so it's guaranteed to jump off
Got the pistol grip pumpers guaranteed to dump off
We some real street cats, so we forever ballin'
Makin' more than the government off these project housins
Dawg, I stay thowed and blowed, I be wildin'
On the set of photos with 2 hoes, I'm stylin'
Always on the scene but rarely seen smilin'
There ain't a baddest pro from Dallas to Rhode Island
Boy before you do some dumb shit, boy, you better think long
Listen to these words close, this just ain't no rap song
The whole click tote pistols, buck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on they necks and they arms
So when you see us comin', duck 'cause we bussin'
Flyin' in the bucket, holarin' fuck it 'cause we thuggin'
The whole click tote pistols, buck ya lucky charms
Niggas got tats on they necks and they arms
So when you see us comin', duck 'cause we bussin'
Flyin' in the bucket, holarin' fuck it 'cause we thuggin'
Aye, nowadays I just moan and groan
I had a deal for year but still my lights ain't on
Feel pain, deep in my bones
And keep one eye open 'cause you here then you gone
Walk up on these suckas like 'Whats up with that'
Movin' like a centipede, jukin' like a quarterback
Poppin' off up in the streets, specially where my partners at
Mosta them got 10 a piece but fuck it we some lumberjacks
Take it there
(Take it there)
Yeah, we can take it there, say you got a 'K'
Up in the trunk, let's see you make it there
I got my mind frame focused on this paper now
Tryin' to buy a 100 acres, fillin' up my bank account
Tryin' to shake these haters off, that's what I been about
Send a prayer for every slug rap before I send them out
I got dreams on that yacht drinkin' Guinness Stout
But now I'm in the hood stickin' to the shit I been about
(Edge hanger)
What the fuck is you sayin'?
Bitch, good as your talk, nigga die in this bitch
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