[Chorus: Myalansky]

Thug war, fights in streets, open the drug store

Money is power, give me your's, we break laws

Faggot cats claiming their crooks

Soon I'ma smack him up, his mans and them too

Yo, bag him up, smack him up

Doing this do or die lifestyle for ransom

50 g's, need keys to free their grandson

Run but you can't hide, rich is what we long for

You get your wig split back, caught in this thug war



[Myalansky]

Peace to those men who do crimes ande never been arrested

Project cats with guns start to run shit

Coming from the streets, gum on long dick

Get strong-armed for baggage, it's tragic, some Vietnam shit

Flat-lining all you cats up in a long wiz

Out-of-towners, proper heavenly father, you know the song, bitch

Thug war, jet-black cats kick in your drug store

Cook off this table, the cheddar is what we came for

Aim for, lay down boy, this ain't no game war

Cause me to smack all faggots, taking your chains off

Thugs spending half of your cabbage on a Range Rov'

Change clothes, switch me description to de-stained blow

Chopping while we spread up you nosey niggaz

Kidnap and capture bums, we swindell

I'm saying,