Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand Little thug from the land nigga never ran I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's aĬold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening Thug Luv playas tell these bitch ass niggas bring it on My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst We all gone die we bleed through similar veins Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
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I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby Put your motherfucking hand on your strap niggaĪnd punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secretsĭeep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe Looking at death with the last of my breathįollow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horrorįor what the did it all pause for the cause and Iįin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's onĪll y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want itĬause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you broughtĪnd am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
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