I'm A Thug
(专辑: Rapper Gone Bad - 1999)
Yeah yeah This is a
money-motivated song, man, right? If you're allergic to paper You might not fit in when niggaz gon' have do a
caper, man Yeah We ain't allergic to paper, man So we gon' try to turn you niggaz around, man Yamean? Yeah We gon' try to motivate y'all to get your money Cause we money-motivators [Verse 1: Dubee] The
way I
steer up out this here bitch, so detrimental how a
PS real click with that double r
[? ]
partner 530, I'm dirty, hate to say it Represent turf tight and tight with major players With mo' seasoning, suckers be sneakin in the
circle Urkle niggaz soakin every line, still ain't with the
verbals Get to hoppin hurdles like Jesse Owens in the
fast Return-type tactics so quick shakin that past In they entourage bitches be hazy like the
samurais Get the
mullah, stay savage and suave Now is that savage? Well certainly Still I
keep it global Multiple skyscraper paper, unknown total Who we? Who that be? Dubee, ask your peoples I
leave Sasqwatch footprints and keep it off the
heezo Cizzo please, it ain't no need in hawkin Ain't no please believe, I
breathe [? ]
back yamean? [Chorus] The
way I
feel about loot Ooh, it ain't no doubt about it I'm a
thug [Verse 2: PSD] Say how you do, sir? Well, everything is everything, how 'bout you, brah? Man, I'm tryin to get my paws on some loot, sir If it ain't scratch it ain't shit, how 'bout you, sir? Yeah that's the
truth, brah Say I'm a
natural, call me 7-11 Playboy, it's factual, I
stay high as the
heaven I'm like the
castle On the
chess boards slide front to backwards Up and down, side to side, boy, we at this Me, Dre and Dubee savages in the
masses They call my type of people roguish-ass bastards I
pull a
babe in and tell her flip the
matress And get the
cash quick Now player listen, this ain't no test of your broadcast system Them niggaz PSD and them be comin with em It ain't no puzzle how I
feel about my scrillas Gotta feed my chil'ens [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre] At the
building, chilling, living anxious Waitin for this bitch to deliver some papers The
same routine every day Get hit then I
split the
Chevrolet The 4
15's shake the
mirror When the
EB's quake couldn't sound no clearer Feelin so cool in my old school Ain't trippin off a
bitch, I
need some mo' loot Oh, you ain't know you better check my file I
get stupid doo-doo dumb, don't sweat the
style Me and my niggaz represent the
real Don't think we kill? Bet a
100 dollar bill I'm a
leave a
body, no leads or clues Clepto committee, bitch, we some fools Killas for the
scrilla, sucker, can't you tell? The
real motherfuckers representin Vallejo