Lyrics Language: English Song writer/composer(s): Robert Mays, Irving Lorenzo, Malik Cox
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Memphis BleekYou a Thug Nigga Lyrics:
Shit, 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' nigga play the short guy
Pockets is grown, when I cock it, it's on
You believe that, all the chickenz be where the treez at
Car hoppin' bitches be where the V's at
I plot to get mo’, stacks and a crib
Sometimes I hear that L.A hold a gat in the crib
Can't relax in the crib, niggaz did max bids
Niggaz clap shit, ain't no actin' in this
You a playa? Well nigga, who you workin' for?
‘Coz who coachin’ that team that you be otin’ for?
When I ride by, I know you lookin' 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
Bitches like you, M E M P H Bleek, yeah right
Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug, nigga
It's no love nigga, we true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, one nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's, act and and catch one
Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga, we true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, one nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's, act and and catch one
Yo, all the money and the gunz is nothin' to me
‘Coz 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 niggaz 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 nigga moist
I'ma get-by criminal, you hear my material
I'm Bed-Sty born, my next stop gone
Nine trey, shit I had to run through my PJ's
Cracked floor to nine four till the gatz blow
Put the snakes where the ratz go
And I shut down shop ‘coz I'm burnt this block
It’s on fire, shit's on fire, shit, you can't call me a liar
Take a look at my rims that bring out my tires, motherfucker
Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga, we true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, one nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one
Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga, we true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, one nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's, act and and catch one
Who don't believe me? Guaranteed to be PG
Young niggaz, yo’ momz won't let you see Bleek
I'm too explicit, if I talk it, I live it
So you little niggaz 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 through to bomb you
I smoke dub-sacks, used to fuck thug rats
Now I sit in in the section of bitches above that
Where my thug niggaz, slug niggaz, tear da club niggaz
My ‘I don't give a fuck’ niggaz, it's no love niggaz
Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga, we true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, one nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one
Is you a thug nigga? Then bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga, we true thug niggaz
Streets is mine, one nine double nine, we shine
Niggaz stack one's act and and catch one
Is you a thug nigga? Bust a slug nigga
It's no love nigga, what nigga, what nigga?
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