Текст песни DJ Clue f Beanie Siegal - What a Thug About
DJ Clue f Beanie Siegal - What a Thug About слова песни
Beanie Mack right guerilla i`m out for the skrillaFace it ain`t no replacement for this killaKeep your hands where I can see `em an don`t make me nervousThis 4-4 auto mag you don`t deserve this shitKids either don`t make me make you a believaI don`t do a lotta talkin` I speak wit the heataI run up in your crib put some in your wigYour babies cryin pop pop pop put some in the cribAnd I want everything not just some of the shitGot niggas comin home at night like you son of a bitchNigga done tooked me off you shook an soft You can`t blink round no crook one look you lostNiggas`ll find your bitch to find your bricksSee if you love your chick or you love your chips4-4 snub shit send slugs to the whip Beanie Seigal desert eagle I love this thug shit(Chorus) X2Yo what you really know what a thug aboutLocked up in the bing no grub aboutOn the block doin your thing slingin drugs aboutTell me what you really know what a thug aboutA true thug spreads his game linked up in bubble While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnelI refuse to limit my game to one hustleI don`t only sling crack or let the cards shuffleI nowada play c-lo set it of like cleoAint no tellin first union a melonThe first nigga that move put two up in his melon>From the 9-2 an beretta parabellumAnd I run through catsI`ma two gun catOne nickle one blackWho want thatI done schooled my younginsGave tools to my younginsBroke food wit my younginsBroke rules wit my youngins Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in`sTalked my way outta shit and near death come inReal thugs do what they want say what they feelThey never front they keep it real(Chorus)X2Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckasQuick ass runnin good fuckin duckasObey the rules when my glock unloadsCause when I start firin stop drop and rollDuck behind cars hid behind poles Know I live by the code anything goesReal thugs stand up straight never foldAnd they don`t know shit if anything ever blowsThugs don`t wanna talk shit outThey wanna spark shit outTill the cops come an chalk shit outBlaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holstaFace off like Cage and TravoltaIf you got beef a thug gonna roast yaTalk behind their back a thug gonna approach yaRight mount of stack a thug gonna ghost yaLay you out flat like a thug suppose ta(Chorus)X2