thug And have you ever made love with candles and bubbles sippin in your tub Touch me and let me activate your blood pressure This thug pleasure helps
like daddy, come on, sun shine turn to rain,baby I can take away ya pain if ya trust me close ya eyes feel tha magic neva leave when ya need me I do
yeah) Turn it up! (This my shit right here, Bone back together baby) Let's go! (In these days and times of my life) Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bone Thugs-N-Harmonyyyyyy
, Saturday Thugs... Everyday thugs we be Bone thug... I Sunday, Monday, Tuesday, Wednesday, Thursday, Friday, Saturday Thugs... Everyday thugs we be Bone thug
get around cars with no regards for this traffic look how i yank it, yea i yank it makin it look like it's magic [Wish:] If you see that dash strong
[Bizzy] I promise that I'll hunt you bastards Zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga
Everybody, everybody [Intro 4] No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters Nuthin but them thugster thugsters No-to-rious, Thugs Nuthin but them thugsters Nuthin but them thugster
chichi niggas allowed, just throw em out the back door This lone menace got it wicked for the protenants You niggas soft like limp dick and lead progenes Blessin the younger thug
order of my list that it's in - It goes Reggie, Jay-Z, Tupac... [Echoes] [Verse: 2Pac] Where my thugs at Huh, increase the doses, bustin whoever closest Thug
it blow your mind away (baby) go on to your little hideaway Cause white lines (what do white lines do) blow away Blow, rock, blow A million magic crystals
niggaz ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs You niggaz ain't crips, you niggaz ain't bloods You just little G-Unit run around thugs [
go ham It's lonely up here, man I need to come down So many O's I made the bank teller pass out [Gucci Mane:] My trap house floors lookin like a Magic
from the sky to the floor But the Dark Carnival will take your soul away And give you mythical adventure in a magical way I live for, The Carnival,
the spectacular splash On the back and leave it drippin down the crack of her ass Call me mr. magillicuddy, chasin booty sucker silly puddy Killin for money, still a thug
(feat. Jay-Z) [Jay-Z: talking] I know you can feel the magic baby Turn the muthafuckin' lights down Esco watup? [Nas: talking] What up homie [Jay-Z
bump out the Bose in a tinted Rolls Craftiness, take a stab at it Don't ask if Nasty's back at it I don't run out of magic Popular, box-cutter flow Time