Thuggin

(álbum: Bullets Ain't Got No Name, Vol. 2 - 2009)

[Nipsey Hussle:]
Look, now I got
Big burners on my lap, I ain't gonna talk it out
A rich killer, bet a thousand that I chalk him out
Since I'm the most talked about, on this block I walk about
Gotta keep that biscuit like Rosco's Waffle House
Last squabble, knocked him out
Last shootout, shot him out
Last nigga in the club talked shit, we stomped him out
Champagne bottle to yo head like Steve Stout
Making sure my enemies dead, that's we 'bout
Making sure my peoples straight 'fore I leave out
Crooked letter-i-x-t-y what I scream out
Wishing I could break my niggas Black Sam and Steez out
So we could back the matching black-on-black twelve-v's out
My spot rolling, so as I get it I'm telling 'em, “we out”
My Glock loaded, if I show it, I'ma squeeze out, believe that
Money on my mind, look I need that
I'm pissing Hennessy and Kush is what I breathe out

[Lil Cali:]
Big money, big pistol's how I'm coming 'cause I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging
You talking loud, but you ain't saying nothin, bitch I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging
Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit's sick, pocket full of cash
Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging

[Lil Boosie:]
I'd like to welcome everybody to my state of mind
Murder my enemies one at a time, bitch I'm on the grind
Since I was small dog, man I been slanging
Running though the alleyway, toting AK's
A million ways to get paid, how you dog?
You got a bike? You got a car? You got a yacht dog?
You got a 'Vette, or do you fly in a jet?
I am ain't mad get your money, represent your set
Nigga's ain't learn the fucking g-code yet?
Nigga snitch, you gon' die, how we rock on that Southside
Yours looking at me crazy, my teeth don't come out
This ain't no grill right here, me and my niggas pop pills
And I ain't afraid to say, pouring in the jungle, so nigga I ain't scared
Really thuggin with a ? around his wrist
I'm behind him in a Phantom with no shirt on in that bitch

[Lil Cali:]
Big money, big pistol's how I'm coming 'cause I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging
You talking loud, but you ain't saying nothin, bitch I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging
Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit's sick, pocket full of cash
Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging

All I know is the block and how to get it hard
I serve it hard, flippers boy, I'm a whippa' boy
Talking loud? Get your issue, I'll whip you boy
Christmas time all year, 'cause I keep a toy
Since Pac hollered, “Thug Life”, shit, I been thugging
That explains all these golds and why I'm mean mugging
The soft boss, when I talk, shit, it means something
Why's you talking 'bout what you did, but you ain't seen nothing
Been a G, 'fore the O, shit, I had a beef
Known hood niggas who retired off of pushing d
Straight dog, ain't no muafuckin puss in me
I told the muafucking judge, “I ain't ratting, throw the book at me”
The g-code, what I live by, my own zone
I'm headfirst, like putting muafuckin clothes on
The lead burst down here in the traps
That explains why we thugging like that

Big money, big pistol's how I'm coming 'cause I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging
You talking loud, but you ain't saying nothin, bitch I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging
Fly ass sag, stupid ass swag, outfit's sick, pocket full of cash
Posted on the block, marijuana and the crack, bitch I'm
Thugging, thugging, thugging, thugging