Paris (Rapper) - The Thug In Me (Dedicated to Tupac Shakur: R.I.P.) lyrics

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Paris (Rapper) - The Thug In Me (Dedicated to Tupac Shakur: R.I.P.) lyrics

Artist: Spice 1 Album: The Black Bossalini Song: Tha Thug in Me Intro: Yeah, I heard n***as out here talking major sh** you dig But ain't no motherf**er step to me and said "Spice you a punk" Cause you know I whup his motherf**in a** Chorus: n***as be muggin me, Don't show no love for me Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me Now when I walk on by, n***as be muggin me Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me Now if your ho come knockin at my door, she Must want a thug a** n***a for sure Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper 24 motherf**in 7, a n***a havin it major Now we can do this like playas Or we can hop into some gangsta sh** n***as be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your b**h I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see I had to pistol whip the n***a because he knows who we are We the n***as with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller She f**ed with the shot caller now Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug n***a Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night And when a n***a goes to your jaw you don't attempt to fight You playa hate daily, talkin the sh** on the ace But you a b**h cause you never talk the sh** to my face Chorus 2X I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy Heavy in the game But about four five different ghetto names I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart I can't be changed I've been breaking these n***as down from the start I'm hearing sh** up in the streets man, n***as is crazy I've been serving them dope fiends on that block Since you was babies And the world is yours, n***a you can have it all But if you talk bad on this G a** n***a you'll take a fall, blaaaow How many hoes want a n***a that get his a** kicked Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back I ain't the type to let no n***a jack me Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy Chorus 2X I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin right back I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack I'm strapped with two blacks, cuz I ain't the baller Who be out there slippin She understands n***as be playa hatin so she ain't trippin Saggy pants G-braids but n***a still out to get paid I'm keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made Shadetree n***as be tryin to get in my mix Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when I be burying tricks She seen me knock n***as out No I do walkbys No I put faulty a** n***as between them chalk lines See everybody be lookin when I be bailin, trailin indo smoke See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day But s**a a** n***as be all up in my way You're secure don't you worry bout a thang I got these two twin Glocks and when they co*ked this is what they say Chorus 2X

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