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For My Thugs

Funkmaster Flex
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I'm used to future Everybody wanna be a Roc-a-Fella gangsta Hard for the street, sicker for the clubs (Uh, yeah) Sometimes for the ladies (Yeah, yeah) But this one for my thug niggas (Ayo, ayo) Niggas wanna drive by the hood and dump Come on, stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk Foot on the floor, back on the wall, good with the pump Blast through your stomach, stupid, you could look through your lunch Is this what you want? Niggas that's clappin' at priests Runnin' the streets, lawless, blastin' police Stickin' Furbys out the window (And then we), snatchin' your niece And nah, we don't just rap, we clap 'til you bastards cease Me with the twin Eagles (Uh), B. Sigel and Bleek (Uh) And I got the whole city ready to throw toast with me I'm loved, niggas wanna throw slugs for Jigga All they need is a reason to show love for Jigga Niggas wanna go back to back 'til both of our gats clack 'Til we reload in three seconds flat, I'm back, niggas Aim at your hat (Then we), entered in your shoulder (Then we) Exit out your back, gangsta, nigga I flow hard for the streets (Uh, uh), sicker for the clubs (Uh) Sometimes for the ladies (Uh, uh), but this is for my thugs For my thug niggas (Uh), slug niggas (Uh), tear the club niggas (Uh) My "I don't give a fuck" niggas (Uh, uh), it's all love, niggas Cock and shoot it, smoke, whole city polluted When I talk, the whole block muted Like E.F. Hutton style, Bleek not frontin' now We suit up for war with no button-down We clip up and zip up, hit your whip up Put four in your cage, the other four in your face And you don't want that, I catch a nigga where he pump at Send him one of my custies to bring a lung back Me, Beans, Jay, shit, can't front that Weed, coke, dope, Bleek, nigga, pump that Stay in the game, for my beef, I tote up Sit low in the seat, my weed, I roll up Smoke one in the head, gun between my stomach and leg Yeah, I'm thuggin' the street, you don't want nothin' with Bleek It's Roc-A-Fella for life, you know that shit Get your ones, get your guns, nigga, throw that shit I flow hard for the streets, sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thugs Where my thug niggas (Uh), slug niggas Uh), tear the club niggas (Uh) My "I don't give a fuck" niggas (Uh, uh), it's all love, niggas This goes out to my give-head bitches (Uh-huh) My suck-pussy niggas (Uh), supply-cookie niggas (Yeah) Yo, I live for the streets (Uh), I die for the streets (Uh) Like I spit for beats, like I ride for my peeps (What?) Yo, I love this glamour shit, but, bitch, I been gutter (Uh-huh) Before Can I Get It? and XXL covers (Yeah) I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore I like everything from my dick to my bars raw Now, is my street niggas noddin' to this? Now, is my street bitches noddin' to this? Ride loud like my thugs do up in the Tunnel (Uh, yeah) You know the Roc too itchy-fingered to tussle (Uh) This territory locked, no more boomin' this hustle (Uh-uh) Check the SoundScan, we gettin' platinum plaques and bundles (What?) Verses, I lie 'em down (Uh), they never die down (Uh) Once the crowd quiet down, I fire another round (Uh, uh, uh) I flow hard for the streets, sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thugs Where my thug niggas (Uh), slug niggas Uh), tear the club niggas (Uh) My "I don't give a fuck" niggas (Uh, uh), it's all love, niggas I squeeze guns that'll go through your Jeep You know who controllin' the street, Beanie Sigel, Hov' and Bleek I keep rope and a baby MAC, don't get your lady snatched Comin' out that baby gat, you fuckin' with a crazy cat I know you wanna lay me flat, shit, plenty niggas wanna pay me back Went on stick-ups, turned out ambulance pick-ups For the soft and the booker, they lost when they looked up Why you think I roll with the Roc? Shit, everybody I roll with hot Shit, everybody I roll with got That ain't stoppin' me from takin' over blocks West Coast style, SK with the shoulder stop Or the AR-15, I spray on your team Four-pound Heckler & Koch'll echo your block Settin' off viper alarms, strikin' your mom Roc-A-Fella dynasty (Uh, uh), got your ass right where I'm from (Uh) I flow hard for the street, sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies (Ladies), but this is for my thugs Where my thug niggas (Uh), slug niggas Uh), tear the club niggas (Uh) My "I don't give a fuck" niggas (Uh, uh), it's all love, niggas Thug niggas, slug niggas (Uh), tear the club niggas (Uh, uh) My "I don't give a fuck" niggas (Uh, uh), it's all love, niggas I flow hard for the street, sicker for the clubs Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thug niggas Where my thug niggas, slug niggas, tear the club niggas My "I don't give a fuck" niggas, it's all love, nigga, what, nigga?