Lyrics:
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
hands up (maybe it's the thug in me)
By age thirteen I was buckwild, good at my knuckle game
Made it through a tough childhood, never be the same
of this bitch's mist I say shame, shame, shame.
Enemies attacking me actually I'm in the grain ask Mr. Majesty these
Casualties well they're passin me by
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
Intro: Bizzy
Yeah [laughs]
Bone Thug in this mutha whaa whaa whaa
Yeah Big Wish in this muthafucka what's up my nigga and
Lil Lay I love you nigga
the M in mine bae we gone thug together
We fell in love in the trenches straight out the mud together
I put the L in love bae we gone thug together
We got
It's a thug life
Even street men
Finds love
When the times right
It's a thug life
It's a thug life
Well
This the
Cape Coast bad boy
I gat army waiting
(will come home and love you better)
You can run the streets with your thugs (you feel me, sweetheart? let that nigga be free)
I'll be waitin' for you
Nikke:
I love my family, this Mo Thug family, you mean the world to me.
Heaven's where we gonna be.
Together, together we stand. Together we fall,
Uh, dear Mr. President
Whats happenin'?
I'm writin' you because, shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
don't pass by
Grab me by my nuts when I'm lovin' you
Now open up and let me put the thug in you
You like me rough, you like me tough
Making love real
(Wet-wet)
Jeffrey, 'long side Wyclef
And the girls love the Shotta boys with big toys, yeah
(Swear to God I ain't lyin')
(Nigga you can't do
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
He, he, he baby it's the thug in me
You know what time it is
By age 13 I was buckwild
Good in my knucklegame
Made it through a tough childhood
Never
for this
I swear I get it off the love
Louisiana nigga you can tell
By my mothafuckin' grammar
I swear I got 3 hoes with
Me just like I'm Santa
These
Aight, new drink
One part Alizé, one part Cristal
Thug's Passion, baby
Y'all know what time it is
This drink is guaranteed to get the pussy wet
(Bone-Thugs-n-Harmony)
Bone (xalot)
Wasteland soldier, these are the days of our lives
I be struggling and hustling and thugging it forever
believe all the shit I see
(Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug)
That's why I spit this thug poetry
(Walks like a thug, talks like a thug)
Clown like
patched
So sweet can't thug her like that
So deep like drugs i write back
Won't speak no words or type back
Cause she too in love to fight back
Thats why
bone thugs
Bone thug, bone, bone thug
[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]
I told em imma get up, get out and get something,
But I was a little bitty nothin, in
thug need a little love too, baby, how 'bout me?
Told her don't call me "lil' stink" 'cause I smell like money
I puttin' down it greatest, baby, hold
thug need a little love too, baby, how 'bout me?
Told her don't call me, "Lil' stink" 'cause I smell like money
I put it down the greatest, baby, hold
thug, love
[Angie - over end of hook]
Yo, hey yo, uhh
Yo, yo, yo-yo, uhh
Aiyyo I met him at a club, spendin dubs, Mr. Superthug
Pulled up with
Have you ever heard a thug cry
You see the look deep in my eye
Looking to the lord I'm asking why
I feel that you ain't by my side
Have you ever
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