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Artist: Uncle Murda
Canonical path: /uncle-murda/thug-soul
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Thug Soul
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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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