streets no gloves pullin' knives out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug you 'bout to die thug
hustle, chop, sell drugs, grind whatever you wanna call it that's fine, but just listen and don't pre-judge I don't want anyone dismissin' me as another thug
LA, it's the place to be You've got to be there to know it, what everybody wanna see (2X) Verse Two: Makaveli It's the, City of Angels and constant
In the life we live as thugs, Everbody fuckin wit us so can't you see It's hard to be a man. Ridin wit my gun in hand. Why explain the game? Niggas ain
wide Like the art of graffiti I think I'm tuffer than any My attitude is shitty Born in the dope fiends titty And every city you'll find me Looking for
kissed by the Lord Praise the thug ways and I'll never be bored Touched by a angel and kissed by the Lord Y'all praise the thug ways So forever it's
give me sixteen yo I’ll tear this whole city up And niggas don’t believe then tell em put fifty up All bets is down, all my thugs do dirt, all our tecs
fuck wherever you from, NOW!! Chorus w/ minor variations [Busta Rhymes] For all my motherfuckers that live in the urban city areas Only the urban city
Put you in a pine box You and your whole family’s on detox Hustlin crack for reeboks Holy socks, cut you with my ox Rampage got the city locked And your
force than cyclones Shit is on everytime I catch a Ron Jones Thug bitch, rock boots and hoops with rhinestones (Got the) key (to the) city and (run the
fried on Still’ll, drop shit to murder the club Call it a killa, stand up with my back on the wall and let her throw her ass, that’s what a thug do Put
(yep) I'm gettin Head & Shoulders, no dandruff (ah) I crawl slow (slow), ask Paul ho (ho) Who the thoedest from my city? Shit y'all know (know, you know
s down See the God in the hood, Dade County, BX, wherever [Fat Joe] Can you hear that? Niggaz that's the winds of change Blowin through your city, here
a real thug Uhh (Verse 2) Yo, you see y'all sometime niggaz, boy, you gon speak to the four Cause you'se a sometime thug, sometime seeking the law I'
is hard, life is cruel life is so beautiful ooh yeah ooh yeah la life is unbelievable oh yeah oh yeah la life is unbelievable On my way to garden city
(feat. Trick Daddy) [Verse 1] I'm not a thug No, no, no, no I'm not a gangsta But I won't hesitate To cock back, bust and point blank ya Lord thank ya
a weak ass bitch And your CD cover show With your fake ass face I been knowin' ya so I know a sissy hoe Yeah know this a triple six city All that MTV
fucked wit it Foever tucked wit it, cause you done got touched wit it [2x's] [Serv-on] Act like you know me when I say Im head thug on your block Hold