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Naughty By Nature

Thug Love

 

Thug Love

(album: Illtown Sluggaz - 2019)


I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips
Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip we get rich
Love for my disciples, love for my lords
Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico!
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what
When we war, we stay strugglin

I got a plan, a pound, a payment; let's roll
I'm seein red, the blue, the brown, black, and gold
Time to stand as one and snatch back the soul
Gangsters, we all can jack back control
Got the bitches comin with the booty and bubbly
Time to discuss streets cuz shit got ugly
I thought they all facin enemy to enemy
Cuz ain't a motherfuckin thang here industry
Who in here bangin over money, or a bitch that you ain't sure to get
Or soon as you get it, split it
Over a block that's hot, or a chain that he got
The nigga he popped, or over the dimes that he dropped
Either way we got a bil' a day
Cuz nowadays it's kids that spray, they feel that way
And if we chill and wait, and don't deliberate
You see they feel that way, and then they kill that way

I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips
Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip we get rich
Love for my disciples, love for my lords
Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico!
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what
When we war, we stay strugglin

I love my niggas to the death of me
I think it's my motherfuckin destiny
My homies bringin out the best in me
Shout to my people out on the streets who don't be stessin me
See what you fake niggas can't feel
Is that the real recognize real
Niggas who rob and steal
Could give a fuck about image and sex appeal
So when they see you on the streets (Nigga you know the deal)
Aiyyo these so-called gangsters, as so-called hard
I seen 'em rollin with a million man entourage
But then they still get touched on by the law
That makes me wonder, what the fuck they even hired 'em for
You see we all in the same gang
Because we've all hit the same thang
But now it's time niggas game changed
And while he's sleepin callin us "lost souls"
We send a million O.G.'s straight to the pole

I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips
Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip we get rich
Love for my disciples, love for my lords
Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico!
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what
When we war, we stay strugglin

You got my back, I got yo' back
You got yo' strap, I got my strap
We got it, and you know it
We got it, and you know it
You got my back, I got yo' back
You got yo' strap, I got my strap
We got it, and you know it
We got it, and you know it

As our people with a purpose, see the shit surface
They get us, cuz the feds is the nigga you do the dirt with
Sick of pleading "Your Honor" fuck you, contempt on gettin calmer
Sick of these warrants, and drinkin and drivin drama
Time to, get connected, and stop makin them records
Bout slangin and bangin, but they can't hold it when it get hectic
Alotta niggas live soft and act hard
Alotta rappers be claimin they be gangsters but trackstars
Alotta cops kick ass, for quick cash, and fast cars
The bottom of the beaten niggas with the last scars
I'mma do Diallo, I feel dawg he was hollow
If we don't fight today, it's nothin to fight for tomorrow

I got love for my Bloods, got love for my Crips
Got love for my thugs, and we don't trip we get rich
Love for my disciples, love for my lords
Pitchforks and fivestars, street soldiers for sure
Got love for Latin kings, and love for Mexico!
S.A.'s and L.K.'s joint, coast to coast
Love the everyday hustlin, bustlin, musclin but what
When we war, we stay strugglin

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