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Thug Ones

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Thug Ones

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[Noreaga]-Intro

??? swing about it

Nigga bounce quick, nigga bounce shit, nigga bounce quick, what

Nigga bounce shit, nigga bounce quick, what

Nigga bounce shit, nigga bounce quick, huh

Yo, I said fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas

Fuck them bitches, fuck them bitches

Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas

Fuck them bitches, fuck them bitches

[Noreaga]

Aiyo, bitches support my album, why ya fack the duvet

I do three songs, should of just topped ya budget

You and got no money, like your big ass cream

I just wild out, snatch a little small ass teen

I do twelve shows, probably get twelve for each

Thirty-grand, four ???, hundred-thou' a' lease

Then I make off the woods yo, right on the streets

Put ya money up, kid you want it better or what

I'm on all labels, ??? got more than a label

I floss out, you could catch me on cable

????

Older bitches wanna fuck around and rock the cradle

Stick it up kid, they never wanna see me and shit

Shoot they ass, niggas wanna smoke bohemian shit

N.O.R.E, stays like the previous shit

It aint right to fuck the news, like the media shit

[Musolini]

I'm a thug-bee, under my rug-by, and where the slug be

Greenwich streets, like nobody love me

Plus I was hungry

God they look ugly

I must confow, I thought god bless the child, who hold his own

Cuz pass the chrome

Shut up, it aint important, just let it be shown

Got up a few times, ran threw a few 'nines

Y'all cats gon do crimes, make sure you don't to time

Niggas can't stop it, it's a consignment, you want one for prophet

Boo-head and cock it

Don't put your hands in my pocket, ho mo' thugs

Comin out the ???, Im straight from the projects

Live from New York city, we aint gonna ?? Philly

That was the drilly, ya niggas got smacked silly

You too fragi-lly, live with the nine milly

I got my crew with me, big like Pun , nigga

Yo, yo

Chorus [Half-A-Mil] - repeat 2X

A party aint a party till its thugged out

Thugged out, we in the club with the 'crys and rub-out

A party aint a party till its thugged out

Thugged out, you in the club, then get the fuck out

[Kool G. Rap]

Yeah, yeah

C'mon my thugs livin with no love, we blow slugs

Hittin no gloves, fuck ?? blood

Stick dick in ya ho's mug

We cold blood, ????

Leave em callin up for ?

A thug hit the lands with jack, niggas got chandeliers on they necks

Its merry as that, fillin ?? on their backs

Now they ??sass, get your meat wrapped

Now its three less slugs that I'm seein', since you aint been back

Were now poppin the sixes, pop 'crys on the rocks with the ritzes

Have bitches glock-lock on ya crucifixes

Leavin ya crew with fishes

Went through your house and blew the misses

Guess who this is, Murder incorp rap

Leavin everything in New York, where

You rap with Half-A-Mil

Cock back and blast at will, snatch the fills

Last of the real

You kill, bust ass for thrills

That's for real

With a clean get away

[Half-A-Mil]

Beware these thugs, beware these slugs, beware these heatas

My son rob, run for his first pair of Adidas

We thugs forever, don't believe us, pull up ya cheddar

Street sweeper bullets fill up ya sweater

This songs good, and getting better

We swallow jewels, now we shittin treasure

Follow the rules, now we rich forever

Straight through the six, and better

We were slaves on the ship together,

now we workin and getting dick sucked together

Half-A-Mill spitting g-noes, sailin the ski-boats

Taken detours, sippin 'crys, blowin out weed smoke

The bitches got me 'round, send the product out of town

The streets of half a nigga, doin life up in the mountains

Players and accountants, cash flowin from the fountains

I'll thrill em later, chicks in the mountains, chicks surround me

Its astounding, respected

Half-A-Mil thug protected, so say I'm drug connected

They murders were un-expected

Chorus 2X

[Noreaga]-Outro

Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas

Fuck them bitches, fuck them bitches

Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas

Fuck them bitches

Aiyo

Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas

Fuck them bitches, fuck them bitches

Fuck them niggas, fuck them niggas

Fuck them bitches

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