Thugg Niggaz Lyrics
| Song | Thugg Niggaz |
| Artist | Geto Boys |
| Album | Da Good da Bad & da Ugly |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Armstrong, Jordan, Sting ... | |
| Thugg niggaz | |
| Ha-ha-ha | |
| Callin all thugg niggaz | |
| (callin all thugg niggaz) | |
| This shit is for y'all | |
| Worldwide | |
| Just like geto boys | |
| (geto boooys!) | |
| I know y'all niggas gon' feel this shit right here | |
| (g.b.!) | |
| We're goin through the same thing | |
| [ verse 1: willie d ] | |
| Weapons bein loaded and cocked, bodies drop | |
| Ghetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin rocks | |
| Fuck the cops, they brutalize the poverty-stricken | |
| Institutional racism prevalent in prisons | |
| Quick decisions are made with precisions of blood-spill | |
| Gotta make a mill, got a house on the hill | |
| Protect my grill, and avoid gettin killed | |
| Now if i land on the concrete with bloody pants | |
| Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance | |
| Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund | |
| My p.o. wanna know how i got a gun | |
| I'm in the presence of my enemies like in the bible | |
| Will i see heaven if i murder these fuckin rivals? | |
| I'm havin nightmares of niggas' final cries | |
| If i die today, will i be idolized? | |
| I gives a fuck, if you dwell from the east to west | |
| As long as you feel the south, nigga, you can bet | |
| I got... | |
| [ chorus: doracell ] | |
| Nothin but that gangsta shit to my thugs | |
| Puffin on a gang of shit smokin luv | |
| Niggas gangbang and shit, rub-a-dub | |
| No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up (2x) | |
| [ verse 2: doracell ] | |
| Lord, see me, to the last year, my islamic roots | |
| Forgive me what i past did, hustlin for loot | |
| Pass the casket, lookin at my friend in basket | |
| Touch him with my lips, feelin like he blasted | |
| I never seen a man cry | |
| But my lifestyle is fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die | |
| The faces of death | |
| Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next? | |
| Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword | |
| Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword | |
| So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies | |
| Life, i can't trust it, so i stay high | |
| Six-time felony, no one can handle me | |
| I'm constantly fuckin up my family | |
| To the moms a casualty, i got love | |
| But this a little gangsta shit, to my thugs | |
| [ chorus ] | |
| [ verse 3: dmg ] | |
| I be a muthafuckin thug till the day i die | |
| Called in this world to be a rider, so i'm ridin high | |
| My blood-shot eyes coincide with my frame of mind | |
| Forever mobbin with my niggas from offa both sides | |
| It's g.b. family, fuck y'all bitch-mades | |
| We in the game to run the whole thang | |
| Return and leave from a to z | |
| Bonafied thug in my blood, part of the ghetto | |
| Niggas runnin when i'm up in meadow | |
| I'm black devil with the shovel when i'm near, nigga | |
| Don't fear, nigga, this is war in yo ear, nigga | |
| Right here, nigga, real niggas | |
| Representin thugs, we all action | |
| We body-baggin (body-baggin) and toe-taggin | |
| Your reaction is flatline, no pulse | |
| Straight killers, thugg niggaz with no heart | |
| [ willie d ] | |
| And that's how that shit go, nigga | |
| We ain't gon' never stop doin this shit | |
| I know them muthafuckas can't stand it | |
| When them goddamn geto boys come hot | |
| Cause we gotta represent niggas all over the muthafuckin world | |
| We got geto boys all over the world | |
| And that's why we always break shit down | |
| To the muthafuckin smallest compound | |
| Nigga, you fuck with us | |
| You hoes'll get mugged, drugged | |
| We ain't havin no muthafuckas down in the fuckin front row | |
| Gettin kisses and hugs | |
| Nigga, that's how we doin that shit | |
| Down south, muthafucka | |
| [ verse 4 scarface ] | |
| Get em up, nigga, buck-buck, represent yo shit | |
| Smokin weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit | |
| Fuck with me, nigga, what's up talkin all that shit | |
| Now we face to face, muthafucka, who you with? | |
| Ain't nobody got your back now, you in trouble | |
| Oh, he know how to act now, huh? we in double | |
| Always sickin out and stomp out, nigga gettin nervous | |
| And that stutterin in your voice, pal, that's gon' get your service | |
| Ain't no muthafuckin game, nigga, disrespect | |
| Remember the next time that bullshit gon' get you x-ed | |
| Do yo thang, but don't you ever trick | |
| Don't you ever switch, if you get caught, then don't you ever snitch | |
| If you do, you'se a bitch, full of shit | |
| Lots of holes in ya | |
| Pop a hole in a hoe nigga | |
| [ chorus ] |
| zuo ci : Armstrong, Jordan, Sting ... | |
| Thugg niggaz | |
| Hahaha | |
| Callin all thugg niggaz | |
| callin all thugg niggaz | |
| This shit is for y' all | |
| Worldwide | |
| Just like geto boys | |
| geto boooys! | |
| I know y' all niggas gon' feel this shit right here | |
| g. b.! | |
| We' re goin through the same thing | |
| verse 1: willie d | |
| Weapons bein loaded and cocked, bodies drop | |
| Ghetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin rocks | |
| Fuck the cops, they brutalize the povertystricken | |
| Institutional racism prevalent in prisons | |
| Quick decisions are made with precisions of bloodspill | |
| Gotta make a mill, got a house on the hill | |
| Protect my grill, and avoid gettin killed | |
| Now if i land on the concrete with bloody pants | |
| Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance | |
| Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund | |
| My p. o. wanna know how i got a gun | |
| I' m in the presence of my enemies like in the bible | |
| Will i see heaven if i murder these fuckin rivals? | |
| I' m havin nightmares of niggas' final cries | |
| If i die today, will i be idolized? | |
| I gives a fuck, if you dwell from the east to west | |
| As long as you feel the south, nigga, you can bet | |
| I got... | |
| chorus: doracell | |
| Nothin but that gangsta shit to my thugs | |
| Puffin on a gang of shit smokin luv | |
| Niggas gangbang and shit, rubadub | |
| No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up 2x | |
| verse 2: doracell | |
| Lord, see me, to the last year, my islamic roots | |
| Forgive me what i past did, hustlin for loot | |
| Pass the casket, lookin at my friend in basket | |
| Touch him with my lips, feelin like he blasted | |
| I never seen a man cry | |
| But my lifestyle is fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die | |
| The faces of death | |
| Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next? | |
| Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword | |
| Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword | |
| So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies | |
| Life, i can' t trust it, so i stay high | |
| Sixtime felony, no one can handle me | |
| I' m constantly fuckin up my family | |
| To the moms a casualty, i got love | |
| But this a little gangsta shit, to my thugs | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3: dmg | |
| I be a muthafuckin thug till the day i die | |
| Called in this world to be a rider, so i' m ridin high | |
| My bloodshot eyes coincide with my frame of mind | |
| Forever mobbin with my niggas from offa both sides | |
| It' s g. b. family, fuck y' all bitchmades | |
| We in the game to run the whole thang | |
| Return and leave from a to z | |
| Bonafied thug in my blood, part of the ghetto | |
| Niggas runnin when i' m up in meadow | |
| I' m black devil with the shovel when i' m near, nigga | |
| Don' t fear, nigga, this is war in yo ear, nigga | |
| Right here, nigga, real niggas | |
| Representin thugs, we all action | |
| We bodybaggin bodybaggin and toetaggin | |
| Your reaction is flatline, no pulse | |
| Straight killers, thugg niggaz with no heart | |
| willie d | |
| And that' s how that shit go, nigga | |
| We ain' t gon' never stop doin this shit | |
| I know them muthafuckas can' t stand it | |
| When them goddamn geto boys come hot | |
| Cause we gotta represent niggas all over the muthafuckin world | |
| We got geto boys all over the world | |
| And that' s why we always break shit down | |
| To the muthafuckin smallest compound | |
| Nigga, you fuck with us | |
| You hoes' ll get mugged, drugged | |
| We ain' t havin no muthafuckas down in the fuckin front row | |
| Gettin kisses and hugs | |
| Nigga, that' s how we doin that shit | |
| Down south, muthafucka | |
| verse 4 scarface | |
| Get em up, nigga, buckbuck, represent yo shit | |
| Smokin weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit | |
| Fuck with me, nigga, what' s up talkin all that shit | |
| Now we face to face, muthafucka, who you with? | |
| Ain' t nobody got your back now, you in trouble | |
| Oh, he know how to act now, huh? we in double | |
| Always sickin out and stomp out, nigga gettin nervous | |
| And that stutterin in your voice, pal, that' s gon' get your service | |
| Ain' t no muthafuckin game, nigga, disrespect | |
| Remember the next time that bullshit gon' get you xed | |
| Do yo thang, but don' t you ever trick | |
| Don' t you ever switch, if you get caught, then don' t you ever snitch | |
| If you do, you' se a bitch, full of shit | |
| Lots of holes in ya | |
| Pop a hole in a hoe nigga | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Armstrong, Jordan, Sting ... | |
| Thugg niggaz | |
| Hahaha | |
| Callin all thugg niggaz | |
| callin all thugg niggaz | |
| This shit is for y' all | |
| Worldwide | |
| Just like geto boys | |
| geto boooys! | |
| I know y' all niggas gon' feel this shit right here | |
| g. b.! | |
| We' re goin through the same thing | |
| verse 1: willie d | |
| Weapons bein loaded and cocked, bodies drop | |
| Ghetto niggas, they hang on the corner sellin rocks | |
| Fuck the cops, they brutalize the povertystricken | |
| Institutional racism prevalent in prisons | |
| Quick decisions are made with precisions of bloodspill | |
| Gotta make a mill, got a house on the hill | |
| Protect my grill, and avoid gettin killed | |
| Now if i land on the concrete with bloody pants | |
| Lord please, give your homeboy a second chance | |
| Baby need a new pair of shoes, and a college fund | |
| My p. o. wanna know how i got a gun | |
| I' m in the presence of my enemies like in the bible | |
| Will i see heaven if i murder these fuckin rivals? | |
| I' m havin nightmares of niggas' final cries | |
| If i die today, will i be idolized? | |
| I gives a fuck, if you dwell from the east to west | |
| As long as you feel the south, nigga, you can bet | |
| I got... | |
| chorus: doracell | |
| Nothin but that gangsta shit to my thugs | |
| Puffin on a gang of shit smokin luv | |
| Niggas gangbang and shit, rubadub | |
| No matter what you claim and shit, throw it up 2x | |
| verse 2: doracell | |
| Lord, see me, to the last year, my islamic roots | |
| Forgive me what i past did, hustlin for loot | |
| Pass the casket, lookin at my friend in basket | |
| Touch him with my lips, feelin like he blasted | |
| I never seen a man cry | |
| But my lifestyle is fear, sittin around watchin muthafuckas die | |
| The faces of death | |
| Who coulda predicted 2pac would be next? | |
| Read ghetto text: if you live by the sword | |
| Or speak about it too much, you gon' die by the sword | |
| So think about it, do us an injustice, you know time flies | |
| Life, i can' t trust it, so i stay high | |
| Sixtime felony, no one can handle me | |
| I' m constantly fuckin up my family | |
| To the moms a casualty, i got love | |
| But this a little gangsta shit, to my thugs | |
| chorus | |
| verse 3: dmg | |
| I be a muthafuckin thug till the day i die | |
| Called in this world to be a rider, so i' m ridin high | |
| My bloodshot eyes coincide with my frame of mind | |
| Forever mobbin with my niggas from offa both sides | |
| It' s g. b. family, fuck y' all bitchmades | |
| We in the game to run the whole thang | |
| Return and leave from a to z | |
| Bonafied thug in my blood, part of the ghetto | |
| Niggas runnin when i' m up in meadow | |
| I' m black devil with the shovel when i' m near, nigga | |
| Don' t fear, nigga, this is war in yo ear, nigga | |
| Right here, nigga, real niggas | |
| Representin thugs, we all action | |
| We bodybaggin bodybaggin and toetaggin | |
| Your reaction is flatline, no pulse | |
| Straight killers, thugg niggaz with no heart | |
| willie d | |
| And that' s how that shit go, nigga | |
| We ain' t gon' never stop doin this shit | |
| I know them muthafuckas can' t stand it | |
| When them goddamn geto boys come hot | |
| Cause we gotta represent niggas all over the muthafuckin world | |
| We got geto boys all over the world | |
| And that' s why we always break shit down | |
| To the muthafuckin smallest compound | |
| Nigga, you fuck with us | |
| You hoes' ll get mugged, drugged | |
| We ain' t havin no muthafuckas down in the fuckin front row | |
| Gettin kisses and hugs | |
| Nigga, that' s how we doin that shit | |
| Down south, muthafucka | |
| verse 4 scarface | |
| Get em up, nigga, buckbuck, represent yo shit | |
| Smokin weed got you fucked up, now you niggas hit | |
| Fuck with me, nigga, what' s up talkin all that shit | |
| Now we face to face, muthafucka, who you with? | |
| Ain' t nobody got your back now, you in trouble | |
| Oh, he know how to act now, huh? we in double | |
| Always sickin out and stomp out, nigga gettin nervous | |
| And that stutterin in your voice, pal, that' s gon' get your service | |
| Ain' t no muthafuckin game, nigga, disrespect | |
| Remember the next time that bullshit gon' get you xed | |
| Do yo thang, but don' t you ever trick | |
| Don' t you ever switch, if you get caught, then don' t you ever snitch | |
| If you do, you' se a bitch, full of shit | |
| Lots of holes in ya | |
| Pop a hole in a hoe nigga | |
| chorus |
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