[Sho of Chapter] Thugged Out Militia-
Now put your cards on the motherfucking and see whats, what Give life the dick she a slut That make her feel it in her gut I move to my career So fuck perspective, your thoughts get neglected Muggsy's shot and Marcus Camby rejection Hit the sixth row, the courtside section I know you niggaz must be kidding This lefrak commission, put a ending to vision rap shit turn five to sixth sense's I your profile, I'm like a hood human census Major factor, nigga not a major Deal with major niggaz, fuck bitches Who but the sho god up the book, shit will never be closed Like a spell on the industry, and no one got the But Al G.A.D.O and S.H.O we the mainstream Ever we go y'all niggaz
[Chorus 1: Chapter] From the to the back, stay packed, fall back a wrap, thugged out rule that I know you mad cause girl on our back, she with us It's a wrap, thugged out rule want no problems, but if y'all want to clap, we got gats It's a wrap, thugged out rule Everywhere we go we get at a show We let everybody I'm let everyone we shut it down (It's a wrap)
[Chorus 2: Final Banned from club again... again But we'll get it popping outside my friend (you ain't let us in) from another club again... again But we'll get it outside my friend (you ain't gotta let us in)
Yo, papi and I'm from the Roxy Mad shootout's and fights than Rocky I hold records N.O most My arm strong, your pass intercepted Hoes meet me in the motel, just a thong We drink smirnoff, bitch, fuck the don You see my charm, my niggaz is on and I'm a nigga bitch, I could fuck you moms You see I'm banned from the Tunnel, my is foul Body when I come through, like Martha wild and I would hate to have to, break your face For Greystones, have you looking like Grace Hit niggaz up, will split niggaz up will blast, fifth niggaz up Al Gado, and Sho and N-O and if them got beef, them niggaz will go
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[Al I'm the wrong person to love, easy to and I ain't perfect, I'll tell you now I a grudge Because we in the club, rolling than fuzz The wee dark the same, play this rap a match Just spark the game, and tear your fame Blow so much clouds, shit it would start to rain an still lovely Get on and get gully I'm never off I got A, B C scully huh.. (Hate me or love me) that's altermatum The price my soul, I still ain't pay him But usually they me, walk in the club an make the crown like they playing rugby Ripe show's on a stage No matter what y'all say, we living all of our fire, no matter what the margin pays Y'all witnessing (Final Chapter) in their days us love
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