Thuun lyrics

by

Memphis Bleek


Aight you know how we do we come to the club
Naw mean?
Straight to the door , no linie , straight to the dinoor
Naw mean not payin for ninothing naw mean?
Y'know how we do my man put it on every tininime
Naw mean?
Funk Flex , Big Kap , N.O.R.E. naw mean?
My n*gga putititon naw mean?
........... you know how we do
This one's for the clititiub y'naw mean
Tearin it itiitout
Every time straight to the dinoor , straight to the dinoor

Big motherf*ckin Kap
Funkmaster Flex
Def Jam
C -N- N
Yo , yo , yo

[Noreaga]
Yo bootleg has got me , and they had my sh*t
Two months before the album , I'm mad as sh*t
I told my label suck my di*k , and f*ck a flick
And Mr. Childs eatin and drinkin until I sh*t
I smoke cigarettes , and my breath smell like weed
I got my little brother head ? and party is speed ?
Drink my biz , have my n*ggas clip your ears
C -N- N We'll probably sell like , Britney Spears
Yo courageous , none of this's can take this
N.O.R. I'm like the rap married Davis
If you like me , dude yo you dig my sh*t
You don't like me? f*ck you and suck my di*k
I like my hoes just like summer , no class
And n*ggas workin so hard and gettin no ass
And C -N- N we stand for n*ggas that stand the war
Like Luce and Maze they keep the Glock on stage
See us rollin and a hoop in the range
Yo the hoop's got mad guns , and the range got cocaine
Damn right bury every n*gga that write
That I can get wit all up and sell no more white
Yo let me stop frontin I bought a crib and two whips
Layin on the beach with some b*tches and chewsticks
Top videos for more than a mil
I probably shot a video that cost more than your deal
CHORUS 4X: Capone and Noreaga
Them n*ggas they wanna pop , them b*tches they wanna pop
Them n*ggas who got the Glock (who got the drop) , (we wanna rot)
Thunn

[Capone]
Yo
Yo now on top , I walk with a bop , came home inherit the block
Same dude who bumped Paniro the cop
I'm livin life like a dealer
f*ck it , cop the bucket ten and out
Clips sprayin when we spinnin out
Street clap you , my records speak for my livin
Deeper than guns , iller than prison , time to pain givin
So I earnt mine and spit for Flex
Call a pitbull its clip to tech
Disrespect? My n*ggas come M-U style
I been thuggin since a child with a cap gun blowin the trial
For possession this sh*t y'all compressed in a vial
Shuttin clubs down for the cake and wild
80 percent thugs 20 b*tches make my crowd
Real from far like Picasso , check my features
Always a thug , fly n*gga , check my sneakers
Me and thunn tight Butthead and Beavis
Nothin come between us
Burst your p*nis , I squeeze firm , how on earth?
n*ggas boogie when the d's turn , throwin they work
In the bushes , everyday in the hood
I'm air like , naw n*gga he's in the wood
Franchise what! Thugged out sh*t
CHORUS

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