Lyrics:
struggling days
But I'm trapped in my thuggish ways, thuggish ways)
[E.S.G.]
See I'm addicted to thugging, that's why I toss in my sleep
Tear drops
pumping through my veins, it's just my thuggish ways
[Hook - 2x]
[D-Gotti]
Riding one deep, top down with bitches
Teary eyed, reminiscing bout my resting
Boi . . .
[Layzie]
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me
Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta
These things guidin'
into
Junkies with no spine thats why im here to remind ya
I came up on pac doc and nwa naughty by nature short dog and scareface
Thuggish ruggish bone
nails and her toe game (yeah) (head to toe)
Giving me that slow brain (shawty), mami she got no shame (come on)
Shawty est en talons et caresse thuggish
Waist below go deep
Stretched out underneath
And if you see me in the streets
Six Feet Six Feet
Early bird 4 the morning
I was up all nite
Got
lo-lo-love, love, love, love me
Fall deep in love, love, love with me
Baby girl come suck me and fuck me
Drankin' bubbly, we get thuggish and rugged
in the club drunk and you think you see a punk
he just might have a pump in the trunk, and ready to fuck you up(up)
You niggas can't get near me by
be lying
Ran in his trap, only had three ounces
Left a nigga dead by the duplex houses
You a ho nigga wearing skirts and blouses
Trap off vaco's
Columbus Thuggish Ruggish/The
artist formally known as Bizzy Bone up in this mother
fucker/Son of a bitch/Motha fuck it....)
WoodFella #1
Come Bizzy why
want what you need is deep off in the three.
Fuck the dumb shit bullshit gets cut.
Hit the studio your beats drop my check cut. Overdose is moving,
want what you need is deep off in the three.
Fuck the dumb shit bullshit gets cut.
Hit the studio your beats drop my check cut. Overdose is moving,
want what you need is deep off in the three.
Fuck the dumb shit bullshit gets cut.
Hit the studio your beats drop my check cut. Overdose is moving,
want what you need is deep off in the three.
Fuck the dumb shit bullshit gets cut.
Hit the studio your beats drop my check cut. Overdose is moving,
heil! (x3)
You know, it's got to be deep
Can't help, it's got to be deep
Didn't I play deep, deep
( got me any candy mister?)
( which way
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
to serve
Heard about thugs and hustlas,
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts,
Peep this
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
Bang on the dark side man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land with ah 12-gauge Mossberg pump
Big shells, you
[Layzie]
Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish-ruggish eyes, see the thugstas cry
And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, he told me we
me?
(Put me in that motherfucka)
Yeah that type of shit
You know what time it is
Maybe it's the thug in me
By age thirteen I was buckwild
Good at my
you down just to prove it
Three layers deep, still keep my dreams lucid
Third eye blind till I ate a few shroomies
Then by the third time I was trippin
on my block
(Nah) ngga get got and get whipped (Whopped)
Knocked out his socks by that Glock
(Bop bop bop bop)
Mosama 3Laden, Lil 3 who I be
But I'm
It's my time and it's long overdo
Now who's comin through y'all know who
[Repeat: x3]
Y'all know the legendary roots crew
Word up Black
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