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    "Thug In The Street" Lyrics

    Eve feat. Drag-On and The LOX

    Album:
    track 12
    Scorpion [2001]
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    Duration:00:05:03
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    [Drag-On]
    I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim
    cuz bullets make your feet fast
    we throw babies in the trash
    Drag don't play with little gats
    crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs
    and quarter pounds
    bitch place your order now stay in line
    I only fuck with broke niggas
    that stright depend on crime
    you straight pussy so fuck your ass cap
    cuz in jail they'll put your cap where
    your ass at you ass black
    projects thats where Drag at
    yea ya got heart
    but if I don't got my gun
    thats where ya gonna get stabbed at
    boy as a young I never grabbed that toy
    Drag was taught to grab that and ask
    "where the cash at"

    [Sheek]
    you think we shoot his pocket sides
    deuce decuce and 25's
    you ain't takin' em' nigga
    you threatenin' lives
    I ain't frontin motherfucker
    I don't shoot no legs
    I'm tryna see if your brains
    really look like eggs
    or is it just that commercial
    your brain on drugs
    now it's a total different look
    from these shotgun slugs
    to get rich it could take less than two days
    I'm like them little beepers
    halfs and bullets two-ways
    fuck vests my shit go throught toupèès
    I'ma thug in New York
    and when I'm on your set
    we the apartment where they filmed
    good times at
    bitch what the fuck I'ma thug nigga

    [Chrous:(2X)]

    I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do
    if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you
    I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing
    like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang

    [Styles]
    weight on my back
    hate in my heart
    blood in my eye
    foot on the gas
    blunt in my mouth
    lovin the ride
    hand on the gun
    ear to the street
    back to the wall
    mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll

    [Jadakiss]
    I got niggas in jail
    crack in the hood
    hustle in south
    fiends and customers
    that run in your house
    I got family ties
    I'm handy with knives
    I live my life in the ghetto
    nose candy and nines
    I'm deeper than most
    sleep wit it close
    wake wit a demon
    have visions of the whole
    world shaking and screaming

    [Styles]
    I was born to be a leader
    but if the game was dirty
    I was born to be a cheater
    you talking to me greasy
    I was going to get the heater

    [Jadakiss]
    you tell me what you know about blow
    gettin dough and straight warrin' with a meaner
    frontin in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Bima

    [Styles]
    lyin in the cut
    the gun is straight running
    like a tire on the trucks
    if he is real or a liar
    put the plyer to his nuts
    or the fire to his guts

    [Jadakiss]
    cuz niggas is too soft
    that heat make niggas cool off
    fuck ice I'm tryna cop the crew lofts

    [Styles]
    So we can be back in effect
    I throw the barrel to the back of your neck
    and hop back in the vette (corvette)

    [Jadakiss]
    cuz everybody is a felon with loot
    cuz they say rap is like dust

    [Styles and Jadakiss]
    and we the only ones sellin' the juice

    [Chrous:(2X)]

    I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do
    if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you
    I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing
    like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang

    [Eve]
    bitches is so sick
    they throw up
    so scared they don't even
    come around in places that I show up
    go ahead nigga put your dough up
    me against who nigga grow up
    bitches choke can't even get their flow up
    I ain't got no fear bout you bitches in da industry
    actin all confused don't know who you supposed to be
    chickens lost steady worryin' bout
    who's dick is tossed
    stop stallin betta get this thing before it's gone
    but I ain't mad
    cuz I ain't gon' pass it on
    callin' askin can you get on my shit
    cuz your cash is gone
    you won't get no sales off of me
    bitch please
    pitbull run with dogs
    I don't like fleas

    [Chrous:(2X)]

    I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do
    if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you
    I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing
    like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang
    This song was submitted on April 14th, 2005 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Kobalt Music Publishing Ltd., Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Kasseem Dean, Sean D Jacobs, Eve Jeffers, Jason T Phillips, Mel Smalls, David Styles.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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