featuring Bone Mag
(Mag)] Aw shit! we go! Aw there go my over there! Yeah go my thugs over there! There go them over there! out for shots for my real niggas!
Where my thugs my hustlers at? Where my thugs where my at? Say what? Where my thugs my hustlers at? Where my where my hustlers at? Say what? The in me, you can't change that Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, my thugs at? Where my thugs at? Show me my thugs at my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at The Henny's in me, you change that Crack the blunt, that bitch up, where my thugs at? Where my at? Show me where my thugs at Where my thugs at? Show me my thugs at
Now why should give a fuck? What? Nigga my mental's I gotta be dirty near all the time, strapped the fuck up Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, the fuck up When the po po come we choke the fuck up, punk Bitch ass niggas they can't run with me Real ass they get it done with me they want with me Ha, just the low life I live Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey died My head busted All motherfuckin day, off that Henny with Alhezay Hey, what, gangstafied, it bout it til I die nigga Bounce to and if you dig it press rewind
See now my thugs do the and the killin and stealin my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions My pimps be curlin, crimpin, pimpin and illin My gangsta on this club on the motherfuckin realin See, motherfuckers got loot to get It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for So my call my thugs for the slugs for the hit And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop a six Came east to the west playin steelo with Beelow fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos So we took every jewel that he just bought Tito Then Beelow rolled him through the Left him bleedin in Reno, a see-note A or a solid to sell it Ain't married fuck a ring, the carats for rabbits 'cause a and a thug and a hustler know You your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah
[Krayzie You see packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud Ain't no security at the door so they ain't get touched Now they better tear motherfucker up If you one of niggas, us to the parkin, lift them nigga what We all out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots Just watchin all the loud floss they cheese and jewels Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we And we'll rob your ass with the if you show me the money Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a and a hustler And you gotta have the nuts to be And I gotta roll the raws And get with the regardless Fuck, how your bitch and how many niggas you with See we the ones that like to crash the all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there 'cause we don't give a (we don't) Just 'cause I be rappin and all my went platinum Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug But I know some be fakin themselves That's 'cause they And when get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell Ain't nothin with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real So you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live Now I dedicate to my real strugglers Make em feel ya, fuck em love ya And y'all gon learn, them and hustlers Hustlers,