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Thugs Anthem (Explicit) - 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
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 ** traffic in the skies
Never high we lay low stay unidentified it's all live
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
Yo it's the radical mathematical fanatical
Magnifico money making myth in Mexico
You try to 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
You think that Pokaface is bluffing
Ni**a 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 a** 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
Sh*t'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
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
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
