Thug In The Street(Album Version (Edited))

歌詞

{Drag-On} I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim 'cause bullets make your feet fast we throw babies in the trash Drag don't play with little gats crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs and quarter pounds bitch place your order now stay in line I only f**k with broke niggas that stright depend on crime you straight pussy so f**k your ass cap 'cause in jail they'll put your cap where your ass at you ass black projects thats where Drag at yea ya got heart but if I don't got my gun thats where ya gonna get stabbed at boy as a young I never grabbed that toy Drag was taught to grab that and ask "where the cash at" {Sheek} you think we shoot his pocket sides deuce decuce and 25's you ain't takin' em' nigga you threatenin' lives I ain't frontin motherf**ker I don't shoot no legs I'm tryna see if your brains really look like eggs or is it just that commercial your brain on drugs now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs to get rich it could take less than two days I'm like them little beepers halfs and bullets two-ways f**k vests my shit go throught toupèès I'ma thug in New York and when I'm on your set we the apartment where they filmed good times at bitch what the f**k I'ma thug nigga Chrous:(2X) I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you f**kin with me I'ma f**k with you I don't give a f**k now I'm doing my thing like a motherf**king dog I'm doing my thang {Styles} weight on my back hate in my heart blood in my eye foot on the gas blunt in my mouth lovin the ride hand on the gun ear to the street back to the wall mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll {Jadakiss} I got niggas in jail crack in the hood hustle in south fiends and customers that run in your house I got family ties I'm handy with knives I live my life in the ghetto nose candy and nines I'm deeper than most sleep wit it close wake wit a demon have visions of the whole world shaking and screaming {Styles} I was born to be a leader but if the game was dirty I was born to be a cheater you talking to me greasy I was going to get the heater {Jadakiss} you tell me what you know about blow gettin dough and straight warrin' with a meaner frontin in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima {Styles} lyin in the cut the gun is straight running like a tire on the trucks if he is real or a liar put the plyer to his nuts or the fire to his guts {Jadakiss} 'cause niggas is too soft that heat make niggas cool off f**k ice I'm tryna cop the crew lofts {Styles} So we can be back in effect I throw the barrel to the back of your neck and hop back in the vette (corvette) {Jadakiss} 'cause everybody is a felon with loot 'cause they say rap is like dust {Styles and Jadakiss} and we the only ones sellin' the juice Chrous:(2X) I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you f**kin with me I'ma f**k with you I don't give a f**k now I'm doing my thing like a motherf**king dog I'm doing my thang {Eve} bitches is so sick they throw up so scared they don't even come around in places that I show up go ahead nigga put your dough up me against who nigga grow up bitches choke can't even get their flow up I ain't got no fear bout you bitches in da industry actin all confused don't know who you supposed to be chickens lost steady worryin' bout who's dick is tossed stop stallin betta get this thing before it's gone but I ain't mad 'cause I ain't gon' pass it on callin' askin can you get on my shit 'cause your cash is gone you won't get no sales off of me bitch please pitbull run with dogs I don't like fleas Chrous:(2X) I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do if you f**kin with me I'ma f**k with you I don't give a f**k now I'm doing my thing like a motherf**king dog I'm doing my thang