You a Thug n*gga lyrics

by

Memphis Bleek


[Intro]
Huh?
Yeah
M-e-m-p-h-i-s Bleek
Y'all punk ass n*ggas
Check it out yo

[Verse 1]
Yo check it
sh*t, I'm here now, where it's at?
I'm there now, when I walk through the club
The real have stare-downs
And I walk by, lil n*gga play the short guy
Pockets is grown, when I c*ck it, it's on
You believe that, all the chickens be where the trees at
Car hopping b*tches be where the V's at
I plot to get mo, stacks and a crib
Sometimes I hear that Ele hold a gat in the crib
Can't relax in the crib
n*ggas did max bids
n*ggas clap sh*t, ain't no acting in this
You a playa? Well n*gga who you working for?
'Cause who coachin that team that you be otin for?
When I ride by, I know you looking to spray me
But I got a ghetto bird that go half on a three-eighty
It's the game of life, you it, so play it right
b*tches like you, M-e-m-p-h Bleek, yeah right
[Chorus]
Is you a thug n*gga?
Then bust a slug n*gga
It's no love n*gga
We true thug n*ggas
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
n*ggas stack one's act and and catch one
Is you a thug n*gga?
Then bust a slug n*gga
It's no love n*gga (what)
We true thug n*ggas (Holla)
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
n*ggas stack one's act and and catch one

[Verse 2]
Yo all the money and the guns is nothin to me
'Cause I could withstand the challenge within or without me
Am I right, youngblood?
If not, correct me, y'all ain't got enough money for y'all to check me
You six feet, eight inches, 400 pounds of made n*ggas that get broke down
This is not a joke now, I'm serious, you feel it in the voice
Don't make me fill this gun up and leave a n*gga moist
I'm a get-by criminal, you hear my material
I'm Bed-Sty born, my next stop, gone
Nine trey, sh*t I had ta run thru my P.J's, cracked floor to nine four
'Til the gats blow and put the snakes where the rats go
And I shut down shops, 'cause I'm burnt
This block is on fire, sh*t's on fire, sh*t, you can't call me a liar
Take a look at my rims that bring out my tires
Muf*cka
[Chorus]
Is you a thug n*gga?
Then bust a slug n*gga
It's no love n*gga
We true thug n*ggas
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
n*ggas stack one's act and and catch one
You a thug n*gga?
Then bust a slug n*gga
It's no love n*gga
We true thug n*ggas
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
n*ggas stack one's act and and catch one

[Verse 3]
Check it out, Yo
Yo, who don't believe me?
Guaranteed to be PG
Young n*ggas, yo moms won't let you see Bleek
I'm too explicit, if I talk it, I live it
So you lil n*ggas listen, we play our position
I travel light and carry big heat
Roll deep? Neva, It's nine-nine so whatever
Don't never play Bleek, my squad'll harm you
Send a bunch of arab cabbies thru to bomb you
I smoke dub-sacks, used to f*ck thug rats
Now I sitn in the section of b*tches above that
Where my thug n*ggas, slug n*ggas, tear da club n*ggas
My " I don't give a f*ck " n*ggas
It's no love n*ggas
[Chorus]
Is you a thug n*gga?
Then bust a slug n*gga
It's no love n*gga
We true thug n*ggas
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
n*ggas stack one's act and and catch one
You a thug n*gga?
Then bust a slug n*gga
It's no love n*gga
We true thug n*ggas
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
n*ggas stack one's act and and catch one
You a thug n*gga?
Then bust a slug n*gga
It's no love n*gga
We true thug n*ggas
Streets is mine, One nine double nine, we shine
n*ggas stack one's act and and catch one
Is you a thug n*gga?...
Then bust a slug n*gga...
It's no love n*gga
M-e-m-p-h Man
Holla...f*ck y'all n*ggas
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