Beanie Mack right guerilla i'm out for the skrilla

Face it ain't no replacement for this killa

Keep your hands where I can see 'em an don't make me nervous

This 4-4 auto mag you don't deserve this shit

Kids either don't make me make you a believa

I don't do a lotta talkin' I speak wit the heata

I run up in your crib put some in your wig

Your babies 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 a bitch

Nigga done tooked me off you shook an soft

You can't blink round no crook one look you lost

Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks

See if you love your chick or you love your chips

4-4 snub shit send slugs to the whip

Beanie Seigal 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 thug spreads 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 nowada play c-lo set it of like cleo

Aint no tellin first union a melon

The first nigga that move put two up in his melon

>From the 9-2 an beretta parabellum

And I run through cats

I'ma two gun cat

One nickle 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