| Song | What A Thug About - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Beanie Sigel |
| Album | The Truth |
| 作词 : Best, Grant | |
| Yo Beanie, | |
| Mac, rap guerrilla, | |
| I'm out for the skrilla | |
| Face it ain't no replacement for this killa | |
| Keep your hands where | |
| I can see 'em, don't make me nervous | |
| This 4-4 auto mat, you don't deserve this shit | |
| Kids either don't make me make you a believer | |
| I do a lotta talkin', | |
| I speak wit the heater | |
| I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig | |
| Your baby's cryin', pop pop pop, put some in the crib | |
| And I want everything not just some of the shit | |
| Got niggas comin' home at night like you son of bitch | |
| Nigga done took me off, yeah you shook and soft | |
| You can't blink around no crook, one look you lost | |
| Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks | |
| See if you love your bitch or you love your chips4-4 snub shit sendin' slugs to the whip | |
| Beanie Sigel, desert eagle, | |
| I love this thug shit | |
| Yo, what you really know what a thug about? | |
| Locked up in the bing, no grub about | |
| On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about | |
| Tell me what you really know what a thug about | |
| Yo, what you really know what a thug about? | |
| Locked up in the bing, no grub about | |
| On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about | |
| Tell me what you really know what a thug about | |
| A true thugs spreads his game linked up in bubble | |
| While niggas stay in one lane like the | |
| Lincoln Tunnel | |
| I refuse to limit my game to one hustle | |
| I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle | |
| I know how to play | |
| Cee-Lo, set it off like | |
| CleoAin't no tellin' first union or | |
| MellanFirst nigga that move put two up in his melon | |
| From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum | |
| And I run through cats, | |
| I'm a true gun cat | |
| One nickel, one black, who want that? | |
| I done schooled, my youngin's, gave tools to my youngin's | |
| Broke food wit my youngin's, broke rules wit my youngin's | |
| Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's | |
| Talked my way outta shit and near death come in | |
| Real thugs do what they want say what they feel | |
| They never front they keep it real | |
| Yo, what you really know what a thug about? | |
| Locked up in the bing, no grub about | |
| On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about | |
| Tell me what you really know what a thug about | |
| Yo, what you really know what a thug about? | |
| Locked up in the bing, no grub about | |
| On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about | |
| Tell me what you really know what a thug about | |
| Niggas claim to be thugs, you real ****in' suckas | |
| Quick ass runnin', good ****in' duckas | |
| Obey the rules when my glock unloads' | |
| Cause when | |
| I start firin', stop drop and roll | |
| Duck behind cars, hide behind poles | |
| Know I live by the code, anything goes | |
| Real thugs stand up straight, they never fold | |
| And they don't know shit if anything ever blows | |
| Thugs don't wanna talk shit out, they wanna spark shit out | |
| Till the cops come an chalk shit out | |
| Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holster | |
| Face off like | |
| Cage and Travolta | |
| If you got beef, a thug gonna roast ya | |
| Talk behind their back, a thug gonna approach ya | |
| Right amount of stack, a thug gonna ghost ya | |
| Lay you out flat like a thug suppose to |
| zuò cí : Best, Grant | |
| Yo Beanie, | |
| Mac, rap guerrilla, | |
| I' m out for the skrilla | |
| Face it ain' t no replacement for this killa | |
| Keep your hands where | |
| I can see ' em, don' t make me nervous | |
| This 44 auto mat, you don' t deserve this shit | |
| Kids either don' t make me make you a believer | |
| I do a lotta talkin', | |
| I speak wit the heater | |
| I' ll run up in your crib put some in your wig | |
| Your baby' s cryin', pop pop pop, put some in the crib | |
| And I want everything not just some of the shit | |
| Got niggas comin' home at night like you son of bitch | |
| Nigga done took me off, yeah you shook and soft | |
| You can' t blink around no crook, one look you lost | |
| Niggas' ll find your bitch to find your bricks | |
| See if you love your bitch or you love your chips44 snub shit sendin' slugs to the whip | |
| Beanie Sigel, desert eagle, | |
| I love this thug shit | |
| Yo, what you really know what a thug about? | |
| Locked up in the bing, no grub about | |
| On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about | |
| Tell me what you really know what a thug about | |
| Yo, what you really know what a thug about? | |
| Locked up in the bing, no grub about | |
| On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about | |
| Tell me what you really know what a thug about | |
| A true thugs spreads his game linked up in bubble | |
| While niggas stay in one lane like the | |
| Lincoln Tunnel | |
| I refuse to limit my game to one hustle | |
| I don' t only sling crack or let the cards shuffle | |
| I know how to play | |
| CeeLo, set it off like | |
| CleoAin' t no tellin' first union or | |
| MellanFirst nigga that move put two up in his melon | |
| From the 92 emberetem parabellum | |
| And I run through cats, | |
| I' m a true gun cat | |
| One nickel, one black, who want that? | |
| I done schooled, my youngin' s, gave tools to my youngin' s | |
| Broke food wit my youngin' s, broke rules wit my youngin' s | |
| Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in' s | |
| Talked my way outta shit and near death come in | |
| Real thugs do what they want say what they feel | |
| They never front they keep it real | |
| Yo, what you really know what a thug about? | |
| Locked up in the bing, no grub about | |
| On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about | |
| Tell me what you really know what a thug about | |
| Yo, what you really know what a thug about? | |
| Locked up in the bing, no grub about | |
| On the block doin' your thing, slingin' drugs about | |
| Tell me what you really know what a thug about | |
| Niggas claim to be thugs, you real in' suckas | |
| Quick ass runnin', good in' duckas | |
| Obey the rules when my glock unloads' | |
| Cause when | |
| I start firin', stop drop and roll | |
| Duck behind cars, hide behind poles | |
| Know I live by the code, anything goes | |
| Real thugs stand up straight, they never fold | |
| And they don' t know shit if anything ever blows | |
| Thugs don' t wanna talk shit out, they wanna spark shit out | |
| Till the cops come an chalk shit out | |
| Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holster | |
| Face off like | |
| Cage and Travolta | |
| If you got beef, a thug gonna roast ya | |
| Talk behind their back, a thug gonna approach ya | |
| Right amount of stack, a thug gonna ghost ya | |
| Lay you out flat like a thug suppose to |