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    "What a Thug About [LP Version][*]" Lyrics

    Jay-Z feat. Beanie Sigel

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    Yo beanie mac rap guerrilla
    I'm out for the skrilla
    Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
    Keep your hands where I can see em
    Don't make me nervous
    This 4-4 auto mat
    You don't deserve this shit
    Kids either don't make me make you a believer
    I do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heater
    I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
    Your baby's cryin' pop pop pop put some in the crib
    And I want everything not just some of the shit
    Got niggas comin' home at night like you son of bitch
    Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
    You can't blink around no crook
    One look you lost
    Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
    See if you love your bitch or you love your chips
    4-4 snub shit sendin' slugs to the whip
    Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit

    [Chorus: x2]
    Yo what you really know what a thug about
    Locked up in the bing no grub about
    On the block doin' your thing slingin' drugs about
    Tell me what you really know what a thug about

    A true thugs speeds his game linked up in bubble
    While niggas stay in one lane like the Lincoln tunnel
    I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
    I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
    I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
    Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
    First nigga that move put two up in his melon
    From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
    And I run through cats
    I'm a true gun cat
    One nickel
    One black
    Who want that
    I done schooled my youngins
    Gave tools to my youngins
    Broke food wit my youngins
    Broke rules wit my youngins
    Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's
    Talked my way outta shit and near death come in
    Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
    They never front they keep it real

    [Chorus: x2]

    Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin' suckas
    Quick ass runnin' good fuckin' duckas
    Obey the rules when my glock unloads
    Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
    Duck behind cars hide behind poles
    Know I live by the code anything goes
    Real thugs stand up straight they never fold
    And they don't know shit if anything ever blows
    Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
    They wanna spark shit out
    Till the cops come an chalk shit out
    Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
    Face off like Cage and Travolta
    If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
    Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
    Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
    Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
    This song was submitted on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © Universal Music Publishing Group.
    Written by Anthony Best, Dwight Grant.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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