Thugs Anthem Lyrics by Kool G. Rap And Dj Polo

Thugs Anthem Lyrics

    [kool g. rap]
    Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
    For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
    For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
    For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
    Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
    For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
    For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
    For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

    [kool g. rap]
    Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula
    Before i have to send these busters, just to warm you up
    Man, homicide be looking for whoever tore you up
    Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners
    I can roll up all by myself and make a street close
    Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose
    Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow
    You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low
    Free to go, deeper than six feet low
    This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die
    Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize
    We send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs
    Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies
    Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live

    Chorus
    Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
    For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
    For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
    For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

    [johnny 2 gunz]
    Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical
    Magnifico, money making myth in mexico
    You try to fuck me, yo, i'll bust you in your cherry whole
    Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo
    I felt the graces from the highs to the very low
    One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes
    Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals
    Congressionals, street medal, award winners
    Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow?
    What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker
    Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye
    Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why?
    While your souls floating over me, you owing me
    You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me
    Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty
    Another faded memory, that's awful bee
    Cuz i'm still breathing steadily

    [pokaface]
    You think that pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up
    And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up
    You pointedly regret, i'll blaze you and your family up
    You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up
    Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't
    Information's not to be given, making sure you won't
    Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes
    Atf here, but scared to get close, like in waco
    Nickel plate pros made men who make those
    My red eye don't ? but best believe it shakes those
    Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion
    Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action
    Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas
    Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw
    Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin
    The snitch you looking for, he's in the trunk i left him in

    [chorus]
    Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
    For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
    For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
    For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
    Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
    For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
    For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
    For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

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