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"Thug Style" |
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Fuck 2Pac that nigga ain't shit |
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That nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York |
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That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas |
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Yo, nigga man, fuck Pac, that nigga West Coast |
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That fucker that always with them New York niggas |
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Seen them with that nigga, man, that nigga ain't from the West Coast |
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I got my Hennessey, find ya foes |
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In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes |
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I'm getting high off Buddha, 'cause the times be slow |
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I keep my mind on dough, you never find me broke |
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And who me, a nigga livin' life like a G |
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In that artillery, keepin' niggas off of me |
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I can't sleep living in these wicked times |
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Peep, niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stacking G's and heat |
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You can holler if you want to please |
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I ain't runnin' with no punk crew bleed |
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Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone |
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My fuckin' game is strong |
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Hotline you suckas better find ya mind |
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I got mine from hustling and busting them rhymes |
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To my niggas up in Quentin down on Riker's Isle |
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Stay rile but a nigga gotta use his styles |
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These niggas don't know my style |
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Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child |
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Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild |
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Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style, |
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These niggas don't know my style |
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Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child |
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Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild |
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Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style |
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I could be wrong but I never got along with cops |
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It's like they stuck from making niggas duck from Glocks |
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And all the time my mind's full of thoughts of ends |
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I'm still rolling my bucket but I bought me a Benz |
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My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie |
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'Cause in the dark see they hearts' full of homicide |
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My mama cried when they took me off to jail |
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Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell |
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I hear some sucka screaming like the demon's inside |
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Will 'em awake in the morning, only the strong survive |
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I cry but in my own way, swallow my pride |
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Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die |
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Cemetery full of brothers I buried, it's going down |
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Even now I wonder will I still be around |
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My hometown is the gutter, I was born a wild |
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I came up out this dust with my heartless style |
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These niggas don't know my style |
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Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child |
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Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild |
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Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style |
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These, niggas don't know my style |
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Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child |
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Try to put me in the court but my force was wild |
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Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style |
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I remember, uptown, huh, got to get to listenin' to Mr. Magic |
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Cuttin' up the hits and even though I had habit |
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Makin' words rhyme, I was caught up in the madness |
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Juvenile Thugs come on, I tell the whole story nothin' but truth |
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Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs |
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And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab |
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And tryin' to hook up with the hookers |
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Who was quick to stab, remember mama's cooking |
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No school straight hookin' and tryin' to get with light skinned |
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'Cause she good looking |
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And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't paying |
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Call the cuties cuss words but we only playing |
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I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck |
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I had to move around a lot, 'cause my moms was stuck |
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I had family but I was way too wild |
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Had to move to the West to regain my style |
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These niggas don't know my style |
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Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child |
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Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild |
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Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style |
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Scream, niggas don't know my style |
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Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child |
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Try to put me in the court but my force was wild |
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Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style |
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I scream, niggas don't know my style |
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Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child |
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Try to put me in the courts but my force was wild |
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Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style |
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These niggas don't know my style |
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Quick to smile juvenile, was a problem child |
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Try to put me in the court but my force was wild |
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Bitchmade ass niggas don't know my style |
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These niggas don't know my style |
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