Bombay Bicycle Club - Still lyrics

Hey C-murder, who you who you hang with? Say Lil' Kevin Boy, you know I'm still makin' moves with thugs Part two n***a, ha ha all dem thugs get em up out there n***a I leave the house ten o'clock and jump in my lac Call my n***as fiend N Mac 'cause they got my back And even the one time you was tryin' to hack I still pack a strap and reco*k my gat Eliminatin' all my enemies tryin' to blind me I'm still makin' moves but it's hard to find me Steadily gettin' richer pursuin' my dreams I just cashed a check for three million D's I told why all n***as last year don't play no games Got dem no limit n***as out there callin' my name Went from sneakin' in stores to dem sell out shows Went from crime to rhyme already did my time I say you don't want to go to war wit me I got hot boy n' big swoll wit me Just some more ghetto muthaf**as ridin' wit me 'Cause makin' moves wit thugs is a hobby [Chorus] All my homies know that deal If you thuggin' keep it real Don't forget to pack that steel In case we got some caps to peel You know that deal this thug's for real We pack that steel, got caps to peel How many n***as want to ride wit me? Throw a party thug girls get wild wit me, It's involved wit green n***a bother P Fifty-six million like they lottery, From the Charlotte Hornets to MTV How many patnas do you see when I'm on TV? And if I get cut I'm gonna buy that team 'Cause I made my money from that triple beam I lived that life of a dealer n***a hangin' wit k**as I f**ed around and come back to slangin' keys But that's alright cause these n***as get paid Young n***as gonna be thugs to the grave [Chorus]