Thug Love

[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 (Ooh)

VS2 Clarity alright

I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock

I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop

I live life in the fast lane

I make a grove of hash

Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass

It's like she loves me, she loves me not

Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot

I gave jewels I imported for her

Chanel bags I bought from boosters

To the hood I introduced her

She feisty every now and then she wanna fight me

People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me

The sick part is all that bullshit excites me

[chorus: Destiny's Child]

A thug's what I want

A thug's what I need

Even though my friends don't seem to see

That he lace me with money

He knows when I want it

And I'm never gonna leave my baby

My thugged out no good baby

[Eminem:]

I'm the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners

Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters

I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Sr.

across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments {Ow! Ow! Ow!}

I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth

with a fucked up childhood, that I used as an excuse

And ain't shit changed, I kept the same mindstate

since the third time that I failed 9th grade

You probably think that I'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it

I don't promote violence, I just encourage it {c'mon}

I laugh at the sight of death

as I fall down a cement flight of steps {ahhhhhhhh!}

and land inside a bed of spider webs

So throw caution to the wind; you and a friend

can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again

Shit, why not, blow your brain out, I'm blowin mine out

Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now!

[chorus: Destiny's Child]

A thug's what I want

A thug's what I need

Even though my friends don't seem to see

That he lace me with money

He knows when I want it

And I'm never gonna leave my baby

My thugged out no good baby

[Erick Seamon:]

Uh, so mean, never seen the green, knahmean?

This jump off need two trampolines

Rock hard jeans sag low, new Timberlands

I works it like Missy and Timbaland

Cuban link chain hang E emblem

Chick 'round me multiplyin like Gremlins

Word to my momma, I bring drama

Like Osama, I'ma problem, period comma

I come through with the Bizkit, Limp'n

The Underground Kingz in the building, pimpin

Oh no, they must be feelin me

Pinch me now, this don't feel real to me

Oh yeah, it's my son's communion

Next month is my fan's reunion

Write this down in your pad

I'm thirty-("FOUR") and a half, and yeah I'm a Sagg'

[chorus: Destiny's Child]

A thug's what I want

A thug's what I need

Even though my friends don't seem to see

That he lace me with money

He knows when I want it

And I'm never gonna leave my baby

My thugged out no good baby

[Beyonce:]

A thug is what I want

And a thug is what I need

And my friends don't understand

How my baby laces me

A thug is what I want

And a thug is what I need

And my friends don't understand

And I think its jealousy