Uncle Murda
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Thug Soul

Thug Soul lyrics by Uncle Murda. Yeah, we all bleed the same blood And we beat on the same drum It's not about where you at It's all about where you come from...

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Thug Soul

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Yeah, we all bleed the same blood

And we beat on the same drum

It's not about where you at

It's all about where you come from

And I'm a keep on thugging till the day I die

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Yeah, call me the kid that came up

Been through too much, can't forget where I came from

Weather I got 100 dollars or 100 mil

Living the projects of beverly hills

I'm the same old g, money won't change me

I'm black, with your poor police gonna still hate me

I'm in the ghetto community with my other ya'll

Crackers wanna kill me like zimmerman did trayvon

'Cause I'm a black ass motherfucker like akon

And that's why I still be moving like avon

But stringer told 'em we good, we don't need them spazi

Fuck you talking about, nigga? I'm build them blacksies

Oh, you switching up? Niggas be thinking they white

Oh, they really be thinking they white

Come on, man, for example look at oprah

Still with us though she was white and she ain't talked over

Yeah, we all bleed the same blood

And we beat on the same drum

It's not about where you at

It's all about where you come from

And I'm a keep on thugging till the day I die

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

Told my brother our kids ain't growing up like we did

They not in the hood, one bedroom for three kids, remember that?

Now is three bedrooms for one kid

They husslin bay dog, dog look at our crib

Made it out the projects, shit was a miracle

It was rough but we didn't have roaches in our cereal

That's that ghost face shit, know what I mean?

We lived in the b's but our crib was clean, we had coffee

My mother died when I was 13

I was thinking about suicide when I was 13

I thought about it, surrounded by killers, hustlers and thieves

Wishing martin luther king could see all my negative dreams

I didn't wanna be bo jackson or michael jordan

I want it to be like niggas I saw banging at 4 in the morning

The gangsters, you know them, old g's old has

Grew up, realized them niggas ain't getting no grant, they broke

Yeah, we all bleed the same blood

And we beat on the same drum

It's not about where you at

It's all about where you come from

And I'm a keep on thugging till the day I die

Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah

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