KOOL G RAP

KOOL G RAP - Thugs anthem lyrics

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(feat. Johnny 2 Gunz, Pokaface)

[Kool G. Rap]

Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot

For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?

For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot

For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot

For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?

For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot

For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

[Kool G. Rap]

Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula

Before I have to send these busters, just to warm you up

Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up

Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners

I can roll up all by myself and make a street close

Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose

Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow

You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low

Free to go, deeper than six feet low

This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die

Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize

we send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs

Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies

Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live

[Chorus]

Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot

For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?

For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot

For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

[Johnny 2 Gunz]

Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical

Magnifico, money making myth in Mexico

You try to fuck me, yo, I'll bust you in your cherry whole

Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo

I felt the graces from the highs to the very low

One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes

Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals

Congressionals, street medal, award winners

Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow?

What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker

Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye

Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why?

While your souls floating over me, you owing me

You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me

Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty

Another faded memory, that's awful Bee

Cuz I'm still breathing steadily

[Pokaface]

You think that Pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up

And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up

You pointedly regret, I'll blaze you and your family up

You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up

Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't

Information's not to be given, making sure you won't

Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes

ATF here, but scared to get close, like in WACO

Nickel plate pros made men who make those

My red eye don't ? but best believe it shakes those

Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion

Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action

Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas

Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw

Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin

The snitch you looking for, he's in the trunk I left him in

[Chorus]

Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot

For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?

For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot

For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot

For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?

For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot

For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig ble

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