Scott Storch - Real Thugs lyrics

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Scott Storch - Real Thugs lyrics

[Verse 1: Eazy-E] Yeah, let's take a trip Just sit back and light a spliff with this and don't slip On a funky-dope track, jump back Strapped with a fat buddah sack in a 7-8 'Lac Go clean, gangsta lean, I got green Bud, I serve dubs like it ain't no thing It's so sweet, when you got money to spend I got a proper big tilt and a fabec Benz I make ends, spend my dough on no ho That's how it is, and that's how it goes Act like you know when I creep real slow Givin' love to them playas that I know is real G's [Verse 2: 2Pac] Mobbin' like a motherf**er, stuck Can you put your middle finger out the window? Gettin' f**ed off liquor Get loaded, can't control it n***a, pa** me the blunt and let me roll it You get the bones act to the whole stack Keep your dough fat [Verse 3: Eazy-E] Or you might get what we call the rat pack I gives a damn 'bout a skanless trick Let me hit it one time and trick that sick I don't trip, gives my dough to no ho That's how it is, I got no love for you [Verse 4: 2Pac] And jealous mothaf**as can't see That it's the fame that caught these stupid b**hes Pa** the p**y free So tell me why you sweatin' a mothaf**a like me? A young n***a tryin' to a hustle up some G's You p**y-a**, playa-hatin' hoes Speakin' down on n***as, jumpin' around at the shows And your the first mothaf**a to jump To the trunk when it's time for fun, little trick a** punk [Verse 5: Eazy-E] Dump dump on fools with a quickness And they got no cure for this sickness I get paid for the way that I kick this Like a G-ster, an OG-ster (Who's that?) A real playa named Eazy And I live my life straight crazy Don't need no punk fools payin' me And broke groupies and hootchies don't faze me I take two steps back and release myself To put platinum and gold on the record shelf I don't brag, but I do it like a straight up is Before you do a record, partna, handle your business [Verse 6: 2Pac] And tell me, what does it take to be a G? I started with a quarter ounce and bounced to a key You gotta watch your back, stay strapped, be alert Started as a young mothaf**a doin' dirt And now I'm in the rap game Like the crack game, I got enemies Can't pretend to see my friends are not my enemies And even thug mothaf**as wanna have fun Stuck it, buckin' my mothaf**in' Magnum What does it take to be a G? Silence is a must, violence is a plus Plus, shots at my adversaries Them n***as scary, best it's time to be buried ‘Cause I'll be buckin' in a f**in' hurry [Hook: Ice Cube] They give us guns and d** Then wonder why you don't f** with thugs You wanna count the slugs Then come around here and f** with us (you know) They give us guns and d** Then wonder why you don't f** with thugs You wanna count the slugs Then come around here and f** with us [Outro: Ice Cube] Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Stop trippin' on me! Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same Every hood's the same, every hood's the same

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