What a Thug About lyrics

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Eve


[Production by Buckwild]

[Verse 1: Beanie Sigel]
Yo, Beanie Mac, rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it, ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see 'em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mag, you don't deserve that sh*t
Kids either, don't make me make you a believer
I don't do a lot of talkin', I speak with the heater
I'll run up in your crib, put some in your wig
Your baby cryin': pop, pop, pop, put some in the crib
And I want everything, not just some of the sh*t
Got n*ggas comin' home at night, like you son of a b*tch
n*gga done took me off, yeah, you shook and soft
You can't blink 'round no crook
One look you lost
n*ggas'll find your b*tch to find your bricks
See if you love your chick or you love your chips
4-4 snub sh*t, send slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel, desert eagle, I love this thug sh*t

[Hook]
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about
Tell me, what you really know what a thug about
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about
Tell me, what you really know what a thug about
[Verse 2: Beanie Sigel]
A true thugs spreads his game, linked up and bubble
While n*ggas stay in one lane, like the Lincoln Tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack, or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo, set it off like Cleo
Ain't no tellin', First Union or Mellon
The first n*gga that move, put two up in his melon
From the 9-two-m Beretta Parabellum
Man, I run through cats, I'm a 2 gun cat
One nickel, one black, who want that?
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke fool with my youngins
Broke rules with my youngins
Walk my way out of sh*t and had bad run in's
Talked my way out of sh*t in near death comings
Real thugs do what they want, say what they feel
They never front, they keep it real

[Hook]
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about
Tell me, what you really know what a thug about
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about
Tell me, what you really know what a thug about
[Verse 3: Beanie Sigel]
n*ggas claim to be thugs, be real f*ckin' suckas
Quick ass runnin', good f*ckin' duckas (Yeah)
Obey the rules when my Glock unload
'Cause when I start firin', stop, drop, and roll
Duck behind cars, hide behind poles
Know I live by the code "anything goes"
Real thugs stand up straight, they never fold
And they don't know sh*t if anything ever blows
Thugs don't wanna talk sh*t out, they wanna spark sh*t out
Until the cops come and chalk sh*t out
Blaze with the toaster, extra clip in the leg holster
Face off like Cage and Travolta (Yeah)
If you got beef, a thug gon' roast ya
Talk behind your back, a thug gon' approach ya
Ride on mama's stacks, a thug gon' ghost ya
Lay you out flat, like a thug suppose to

[Hook]
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about
Tell me, what you really know what a thug about
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about
Tell me, what you really know what a thug about
Yo, what you really know what a thug about?
Locked up in the bing, no grub about
On the block, do ya thing, slangin' drugs about
Tell me, what you really know what a thug about
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