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We're not against rap |
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We're not against rappers |
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But we are against those thugs(Thugs, thugs) |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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You're feelin' the strength of the rump |
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Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel |
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Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' yo peoples 'cuz we so real |
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Chill, better bring yo weapon when steppin' |
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Bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip |
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Not to mention, never knew no competition |
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But I gotta get mine, so scream out, mo |
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And let me hear ya holla |
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Not about that mighty dollar |
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Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow |
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Chain gang remains the same |
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Flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew |
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Thinkin' about hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, foo's |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas |
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You know me as a hustla, try to creep and get deep |
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Make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under |
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Straight jackets gotta make that money, man |
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It's still the same now, bailin' in my black trench vest |
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You gotta be down to bang, bang |
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Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers how thugstas must slack |
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Me drinkin', me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land |
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Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain(Whoa) |
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Loc'in, steady chokin' off that potent smoke |
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And runnin' from the po-po now |
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Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock |
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Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas |
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Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot |
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Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk |
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Old English, really don't need it |
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But in case my trues wanna get drunk |
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They pump bone, so leave 'em alone |
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You don't wanna get shut down, |
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Thug runnin' the nine-quad |
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And you better believe they be wantin' this thug style |
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So what now? |
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See the bone thug claim |
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Thug never gonna change, so flame up |
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Sit back and just smoke the same cut |
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Leatherface on the creep, |
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I came upIt's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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Gotta give it on up to the glock, glock |
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Pop, pop, better drop when them buckshot blow |
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The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock |
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So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up |
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And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims |
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Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest |
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And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest |
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And gotta get through my soul |
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But they won't budge, mud, drug me victim |
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The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me |
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Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so |
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To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish |
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T'sSt. Claire |
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P's to appeal to the |
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G's and a buck to all my enemies |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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We got Layzie and we got |
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KrayzieBizzy's in the house, |
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Wish is in the house |
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And Flesh and |
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TashaCleveland's definitely in the house |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
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It's the thuggish ruggish bone |
