wanna get shut down, Thug runnin' the nine-quad And you better believe they be wantin' this thug style So what now? See the bone thug claim Thug never
die It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking f**kin domes Still in the hood where the thugs play f**kin wit nothin but thugs man
? [Chorus: 2x] Its bone thug, we them bone thugs Half of this industry swangin from our balls Its bone thugs, mighty bone thugs Bone thug, bone, bone thug
So, you see, you don't need another thug out of me That is the last thing I plan to be on this LP But I'ma go slip into something mo' comfortable and
baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle do your thug thizzle we'll make it Oh, baby girl like to shake a lot, wiggle wiggle do your thug thizzle
shirt Lickin on my ? now come and feel it squirt And I'm talkin bout licking and sucking Lusting and sticking and touching, loving That pussy you up and stuck in position for thugging
on my ? now come and feel it squirt And I'm talkin bout licking and sucking Lusting and sticking and touching, loving That pussy you up and stuck in position for thugging
so messed up, I heard He's been locked up, find somebody else He ain't nothing but a thug So what, so what So what, so what Mo' money, mo' problems
now, it's lil' Trigga Now Lil' Mo was a soldier to the fullest Down for his homies, always the first to spit bullets All he wanted was to be a thug
handle this dolja? I'm slash thug nigga, I'm from the hood nigga I'm slash head-busser, I'm slash playa nigga I love to ride on chrome, pop Mo and shit
that bitch Flossed that bitch But you lost that bitch Cuz we tossed that bitch, what [Hook:] Toss that hoe Toss that bitch [x3] I can't believe all
you askin' fo' Why you think me and dame cool? We assholes That's why we here your music in fast fo' 'Cuz we don't wanna here that weak shit no mo' Now
all of my blood This is to all my thugs, fuck ya'll niggaz Y'all just come around, cause I got them drugs When all my drugs gone, nigga all my thugs
So soon as you make parole and they open the doors You ain't gotta worry about nothing, the world is yours Ain't no mo' struggles my nigga and no mo'
First Verse: [Juvenile] Scraped my elbow jumpin' the fence Creepin' through the grass camoflauged lookin' for them Cowards, non-believers, contradictors
's My mouth be worth millions, somethin' like Paul Wall's Ladies look out they ain't thugs, they homo's The film look hyper when I clap 'em in slo mo
tinted But honey got a lot of jazz, you gotta philly You gotta bag, then she went inside the Prada bag Blew two and she said it was choice, like my voice My thug
, grab your tits, c'mon Let me know you in the spot Bump your fists, c'mon Thugs tote yo' shit We 'bout to get mo' rich, c'mon Let's blow the club, c