Snake Hollywood

Snake Hollywood - Thug Eulogy lyrics

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(Intro)

This the scene, right here

It's calm, it; s real quiet

They say you neva see it while it's comin'

Just has a way of creeping up on you

And you're gone

(Hook)

This is what it sounds like when a thug cry

When a thug die, mothers cry, you wonder why

Burned alive, pour liquor on the ground spade

They love it when a nigga ain't around no more

No mo', this is what it sounds like when a thug screams

And they brother's greed sacrifice they mother's dreams

Write my name on the ball, put my face on the shirt

This is our song, this how we do it

(Verse)

Who I ran with, I ain't gotta name drop

Diddy bloppin' on the block wit the thang clopped

Nap sack full of work, niggas act like I won't take the muscle off the scrap and go berserk

In the trap, wit the passion, I'm strappin' up for the verse

Mixin' crack for the fable, and I splash it all on my shirt

Got my fiends on the lax, got my cruisers on patrol

Got the shooters with the rulers, got the stupid nigga smoke

Oh, niggas smoke weed and pray to king Selassie

That I won't catch a motherfucking body, it's name hollie

Ain;t nothin' change, it's still black on a red gray

And keep a bad bitch crabbed on a negligee

I neva sell the price of pain for the price of fame

Sacrifice my life perspective just for these dollars, mane

Ain't nothin' change, I'm livin' proof for that music booth

Lifestyle is nice while the money is resintable

This is what it sounds like when a thug cry screamin'

Bloody murder is a homicide,

When I die, let my brothers and my cursers put that purple in the sky

Spread my wings, motherfucker, let me fly in this life for mine

(Hook)

This is what it sounds like when a thug cry

When a thug die, mothers cry, you wonder why

Burned alive, pour liquor on the ground spade

They love it when a nigga ain't around no more

No mo', this is what it sounds like when a thug screams

And they brother's greed sacrifice they mother's dreams

Write my name on the ball, put my face on the shirt

This is our song, this how we do it

(Verse)

Tears at the funeral, flowers at the tombstone

.45 parlem in scrap, that's how the shooters roll

Bust a shot for my sons on the lock

And gym pop thuggin' don't stop

This for the goons, the savages, gorillas

The three time felony lifers with no feelin's

No remorse and no regard, scared

Cause in the darkness you can see the scars beneath my camouflage

Garment, street nigga, till they clean my Glock

And put my body on display for my people to watch

For my momma to mourn and my children to cry

They catch the lightning, try to hide, feelin' aside

But ain't no hidin' that, the kyne yakkin' in the rum

I was young, pullin' triggers for fun

We out here livin' fast, gettin' ass, gettin' cash

Niggas blastin', you can feel the bullets wizzin' past them

Automatic, my life is like a book, written by Dean Koontz

But I'm livin' the unforeseen truth

My demise is prophesied, but a coward dies

A thousand hundred times, tryna live this life for mine

And this is what it sounds like when a thug is murdered,

His body hit the curve before the shell hits, it ain't worth it

I know this life we livin' in ain't perfect, but it's the means to an end

Till the hurt strap the nigga, trap a circus

(Hook)

This is what it sounds like when a thug cry

When a thug die, mothers cry, you wonder why

Burned alive, pour liquor on the ground spade

They love it when a nigga ain't around no more

No mo', this is what it sounds like when a thug screams

And they brother's greed sacrifice they mother's dreams

Write my name on the ball, put my face on the shirt

This is our song, this how we do it

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