Verse 1)

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

U don't deserve this shit

Kids either don't make me make u a believa

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



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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



(Verse 2)

A true thugs speads 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



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(Verse 3)

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