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