| Song | Thugs Anthem |
| Artist | Kool G Rap |
| Album | Roots of Evil |
| 作词 : Long, Salcido, Wilson | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew | |
| [kool g. rap] | |
| Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula | |
| Before i have to send these busters, just to warm you up | |
| Man, homicide be looking for whoever tore you up | |
| Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners | |
| I can roll up all by myself and make a street close | |
| Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose | |
| Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow | |
| You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low | |
| Free to go, deeper than six feet low | |
| This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die | |
| Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize | |
| We send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs | |
| Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies | |
| Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live | |
| Chorus | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew | |
| [johnny 2 gunz] | |
| Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical | |
| Magnifico, money making myth in mexico | |
| You try to fuck me, yo, i'll bust you in your cherry whole | |
| Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo | |
| I felt the graces from the highs to the very low | |
| One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes | |
| Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals | |
| Congressionals, street medal, award winners | |
| Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow? | |
| What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker | |
| Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye | |
| Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why? | |
| While your souls floating over me, you owing me | |
| You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me | |
| Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty | |
| Another faded memory, that's awful bee | |
| Cuz i'm still breathing steadily | |
| [pokaface] | |
| You think that pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up | |
| And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up | |
| You pointedly regret, i'll blaze you and your family up | |
| You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up | |
| Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't | |
| Information's not to be given, making sure you won't | |
| Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes | |
| Atf here, but scared to get close, like in waco | |
| Nickel plate pros made men who make those | |
| My red eye don't ? but best believe it shakes those | |
| Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion | |
| Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action | |
| Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas | |
| Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw | |
| Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin | |
| The snitch you looking for, he's in the trunk i left him in | |
| [chorus] | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew |
| zuò cí : Long, Salcido, Wilson | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that' s on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don' t ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that' s on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don' t ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew | |
| kool g. rap | |
| Don' t know who is this kid, you better check the formula | |
| Before i have to send these busters, just to warm you up | |
| Man, homicide be looking for whoever tore you up | |
| Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners | |
| I can roll up all by myself and make a street close | |
| Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose | |
| Believe me, ain' t none of them running up when heat blow | |
| You sleep though, you' re whole sweet and low | |
| Free to go, deeper than six feet low | |
| This wiseguy' s enterprise, we emphasize who ever die | |
| Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize | |
| We send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs | |
| Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies | |
| Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it' s all live | |
| Chorus | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that' s on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don' t ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew | |
| johnny 2 gunz | |
| Yo it' s the radical, mathematical, fanatical | |
| Magnifico, money making myth in mexico | |
| You try to fuck me, yo, i' ll bust you in your cherry whole | |
| Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo | |
| I felt the graces from the highs to the very low | |
| One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes | |
| Don' t try to do this at home, this is professionals | |
| Congressionals, street medal, award winners | |
| Making a point that' s hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow? | |
| What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker | |
| Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye | |
| Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why? | |
| While your souls floating over me, you owing me | |
| You shouldn' t been owing me, not blowing me | |
| Now your life' s a big mystery, a casualty | |
| Another faded memory, that' s awful bee | |
| Cuz i' m still breathing steadily | |
| pokaface | |
| You think that pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up | |
| And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up | |
| You pointedly regret, i' ll blaze you and your family up | |
| You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up | |
| Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don' t | |
| Information' s not to be given, making sure you won' t | |
| Shit' s real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes | |
| Atf here, but scared to get close, like in waco | |
| Nickel plate pros made men who make those | |
| My red eye don' t ? but best believe it shakes those | |
| Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion | |
| Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action | |
| Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas | |
| Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw | |
| Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin | |
| The snitch you looking for, he' s in the trunk i left him in | |
| chorus | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that' s on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don' t ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew | |
| Strictly for all the chicks that' s on the strip to get loot | |
| For all my niggas that don' t ever trip to hit ? | |
| For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot | |
| For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew |