They call me the youngest headbuster walkin' Thugged out in all black, calicole sparklin' A guerrilla till I die, bless me when I'm dead But for the bread I bring ya anybody head That's how I play it, I don't hold back I tote gats be on the spot where ya sold crack Nigga feel played then ya fuckin' get blown back I burn 'em twice with a black rusty old mac Now blocka nigga, get off me Get some off that cocky weed and roll that bitch up Won't play with me like I'ma choke that bitch up Keep it on the turf, I might be killin' to get mine New prints on the back, I make a million in big time I'll always be a thug until I'm crippled and crazy I'ma always stay close with Suga Slim, Wayne and Baby Runnin' with a team off cut-throats and backshots All day bullshittin' neglagince and homicides Cash Money niggas, they don't play that shit Thugged Out niggas, we don't play that shit Thugged Out, Cash Money ha B.G Juvenile ain't funny ha We try to get that paper like Bugs Bunny, ha Yo we in the projects with my little honey, ha Yo, what up Kiko? It gets real. check it We got's this chicks to slauve that right out of Kansas Heyyo, these countless bitches We used to fuck 'em on campus You my roley ha ha I'm your roley ha ha Fuck with us, we leave you nigga fuckin' holy ha Semi-Latin cruise down to Baton Rouge Then I got a Hummer that's sittin' on 32's But for the hood we got the East coast locked Magnolia and Iraq now that's my spots Come anywhere near there and still be shot Prat niggas, shot niggas, shot niggas, shot niggas Shot, shot Cash Money niggas, they don't play that shit Thugged Out niggas, we don't play that shit From N Y to N O, Thugged Out and Cash Money I'm a thug B, how you gonna stop hungry We eatin' pop bubbley in beef we pop dummies Run up in hood honey's, it's all good sonney Throw your sets up nigga, throw your side up nigga Ride or die young nigga, get high young nigga Stay fly young nigga Do what you gotta survive young nigga Live we fly down in New Orleans Get it purpulatin' You smell me keep that fire green circulatin' Thugged Out with Cash Money Thugs we stash your arms Weeds get blazed from your face till feet With us all we stay deep got beef we're surroundin' My niggas cock back macs from here to some 'the houses Get rocked or get it on if you bout it 'Cause boy, you're in the zone You take routes quick like Roy Jones Cash Money niggas, they don't play that shit Thugged Out niggas, we don't play that shit Play that shit, play that shit, play that shit © JOSE LUIS GOTCHA MUSIC; LIL KEV MUSIC; WARNER-TAMERLANE PUBLISHING CORP; Bu döküman AkorMerkezi.com'da yayınlanmıştır. http://www.akormerkezi.com