let you take advantage of the poor While di youths dem in the core Crying out for more You hide yourself behind your close door Close door VERSE weh the thugs
go back to jail for the same crime I'm to slick to get caught up in this dirty game I'm a scholar that make dollaz off the birdy game Crip hoping I got
(biotch!) [Gangsta (verse four)] Who dat? next out the game, in blue kahks Gangsta's the name, niggas wonderin' how I do that By the thug way, package
uns ice-grillin me, ohh - you not feelin me? Fine; it cost you nothin - pay me no mind Look, I'm on my grind cousin, ain't got time for frontin Sensitive thugs
Late one night I was, rollin the streets Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but this thug life
t be beat This life could be a ball and chain If you let yourself get caught in the game I had some friends who sold drugs for dough But I don't intend
You can never get the love that was meant for ya Shouldn't you know that I use to come through wanna club Real thugs don't never fall in love Always on the g-o, for
Of the backroads of South Florida, Georgia you know And they make it so God can't do nothing for you Can a church get an Amen God for the thugs too Amen
[Chorus] Say hello to the man, goodbye to the gigolo It was difficult for me to find a chick I want [Nas] This ain't no sucka for love shit This ain'
make out rounds *Yall must be crazy* [Chorus: Quan] [Quan] VA game spittin, platinum grill grinnin Chrome rims spinnin, with wood grain glistenin Any amount we sippin, passion for thugs
the church for the evening Good Evening, ladies and gents, players and pimps Shame on a nigga I run game on a bitch [Chorus: Nate Dogg] I got game,
doc, then PPP hide, my name is Since five, I talk jive In church dressed in cordoroy ties Now I'm grown up and been married four times Besides, I'm just a sight for
one night I was, rollin the streets Just, thinkin about what's goin on with me and trapped in this thug life, tryin to break free but this thug life
some times we (Cry-cry-cry) Askin' the Lord (Why-why-why) They're tearin' down these projects We were homies for like 20 thug years Sat in church and cried the same thug
sure negotiative I'm ruthless I shoot crips and bloods alike Thug for life - come and catch the slug tonight Insane mental frame feel no shame or pitty Since the game
around the way Lord, Miss Patti, won't you help me sing Lord knows how I miss those days [Patti] (Wyclef) Dressing up for church on Easter Sunday (how
in the club 1 deep in south beach Am I loyal? Dr Dre can answer that for ya The hood we ain't fighting for no oil We fighting for life, niggaz can't afford