Thug Poet (Remix) - Kobe Bryant/Nas/Broady Boy
Uh huh
You know what this is
I'mma let 'em run around one more time
I drop sumpin' on y'all
It's like it's like
What's it like
My microphones and glock nines
Black I'm dipped in that
The beats my mash jam you for the platinum you have
Run it the illest watch me become it
I'm here and took it bowling like straight to the wig
Speak truth like kids tell you what you don't know
Kobe yeah he's real with the flow
Kick in the do' wavin' the four-four
All you heard was stop can't take the hits no
Can't take the hits no more
Wavin' the four-four
All you heard was stop can't take the hits no more
Ha didn't know I had your block on swat
I'm CIA y'all nuttin' but beat cops
I rock like my ma's mean name is c*****e
Place you on my A-fiend list and pay you 'cane
Think you can handle
Not get stripped when you rock
Think again you find you lost your mind and judgement
My confidence springs from watching y'all fall
Aw forced to hustle rap in charge
I'mma hop in your brain tell you whatchu thinkin'
Yes
I'mma hop in your brain tell you whatchu thinkin'
Yes I am speakin' but I ain't writin'
So cold I put the ice in nicest
You too broke to pay attention
My style is priceless
If you here me say murder that means I'm a Thug Poet
If I say my mind kills
That means I'm a Thug Poet
If I say that I'm a flock
That means I'm a Thug Poet
And when I lay it down it makes me a Thug Poet
Thank the dudes for the gangs and tanks of booze
Shanks and twos it's the gangstas Langston Hughes
My poems' about broken homes and Jesus pieces
D**e is the Popes in Rome
Poetical field thug overtone it's like what yo
Bring it home we both go gone
Pre-cord thought flow in the sober zone
My life style chromosomes frost hope to clone
The crack lust black dust
And the gat bust
The claps the lackluster
Memoirs of the black hustler
Condos Beemers bomb hoes
Coke bags toe tags John Does John Does
Fiends skits them into the
Plane of day as plain as day
It's hard to reach to smell God anyway
Money think backdrop payin' gray
Man rubber-gripped on that rainy day
Peep the way I came to play
One aim at the game reign and stay
Every stain is straight from objective insane
'Ey just don't know
I'm two ticks from blowing a hole through music
But I'm more than pimp-whoring him for the street wise
You met the ren
'Cuz I open 'neath in the w**d hydrogen
Jam my eyes to skin guide some of our wisest men
Until the skies of sin
I pray for the day we see you rise again
Uh
Thug Poet street analyst is this the
Thug Poet hustlers bang out to
Thug Poet flows for your block hip-hop
Thug Poet Poet
Thug Poet
Aiyyo everybody know 50 ain't know how to act
I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats
Y'all got fat while we
While we starved it's my turn
S**t I done felt how a slug burned
I still won't learn
N***as in the 'hood a-tell ya 50 crazy
Screamin' they done shot my baby
Son I yap your shine I clap the nine I slap you
I'm that one of them n***as you wanna f**k with
I spit the s**t that keep listenin'
Keep my wrists glistenin'
I left n***as alone and they still think I'm dissin' 'em
I'm on some new s**t S-Type baby blue s**t
N***as talk behind my back but don't do s**t
I ain't looking for love duke
I'm looking for respect
I leave you with options
Like die or hit the deck
I'm a thug poet you know what I came for the dough
Clap-clap y'all n***as get the f**k on the floor floor
Floor
Floor
Floor
