All My Thuggz lyrics

by

Paul Wall


(*talking*)
50/50, Yung Ro, Mista Madd
Bringing you, some mo' thug ish
Yeah, all about this green cheese
This for my thugs, feel me on this
No, feel us on this ay

[50/50 Twin]
50/50 got grind, cause he was born with it
I thank God all the time, that I was born fitty
I don't call pshycic lines, or get palm reading
I put a rain coat on my spine, when I see the storm reaching
Um briefly, I must describe a hustler with heart
From his greens cheese, to God struggled apart
Dump his main squeeze, you know why she bugging him a lot
Over petty things, like why we never go chill at the park
If it's cash, he get it five dollars and up
He don't flash, but really got Impalas and trucks
The stash, gon fill it ten thousand dollars and up
Sleep fast, enough chilling now it's time to get bucks
Roll one deep, that way he don't have to split nicks
Roll one sweet, that way he can stash it really quick
Clothes come cheap, that way he ain't attractive to chicks
Four hundred G's, practically he having them bricks

[Hook]
All my thugs, bust your guns
Represent your sh*t, throw up your hood you from
Fire up the hydro, if you holding some
Grind and get your million, that you're focused on
Soon as you get some bread, here the roaches come
If they have they hand out, give em no response
Matter fact, watch the hoes cause those the ones
Try not to spend sh*t, even fold your ones
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