Thug In Me lyrics

by

Spice 1


Yeah, I heard n*ggas out here talking major sh*t you dig
But ain't no motherf*cker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his motherf*ckin' ass

[Chorus]
n*ggas be muggin' me, Don't show no love for me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now when I walk on by, n*ggas be muggin' me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me

Now if your hoe come knockin' at my door, she
Must want a thug ass n*gga for sure
Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper
Twenty four motherf*ckin' seven, a n*gga havin' it major
Now we can do this like playas
Or we can hop into some gangsta sh*t
n*ggas be tryin' to clown, when your bailin' with your b*tch
I almost fell, gettin' up out the car but see
I had to pistol whip the n*gga because he knows who we are
We the n*ggas with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds
Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller
She f*cked with the shot caller now
Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug n*gga
Poppin' collars, and at the same time clockin' dollars
Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night
And when a n*gga goes to your jar you don't attempt to fight
You playa hate daily, talkin' the sh*t on the ace
But you a b*tch 'cause you never talk the sh*t to my face

[Chorus: x2]
I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy
Heavy in the game
But about four five different ghetto names
I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart
I can't be changed I've been breaking these n*ggas down from the start
I'm hearing sh*t up in the streets man, n*ggas is crazy
I've been serving them dope fiends on that block
Since you was babies
And the world is yours, n*gga you can have it all
But if you talk bad on this G ass n*gga you'll take a fall, blaow
How many hoes want a n*gga that get his ass kicked
Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back
I ain't the type to let no n*gga jack me
Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy

[Chorus: x2]
I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin' right back
I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin' the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, 'cause I ain't the baller
Who be out there slippin'
She understands n*ggas be playa hatin' so she ain't trippin'
Saggy pants G-braids but n*gga still out to get paid
I'm keepin' my mind up on my money and all my money is made
Shadetree n*ggas be tryin' to get in my mix
Conflicts, forty caliber cliques when I be burying tricks
She seen me knock n*ggas out now I do walk bys
Now I put faulty ass n*ggas between them chalk lines
See everybody be lookin' when I be bailin', trailin' indo smoke
See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin'
And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day
But sucka ass n*ggas be all up in my way
You're secure don't you worry bout a thang
I got these two twin Glocks and when they c*cked this is what they say

[Chorus: x2]

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