Intro: It time. lock in. Chorus: Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs All my street n***as, Movin them d**. Go strip b**h, make a n***a rich I know the ready aint really gon like this But Go Hoodlums, Go Thugs All my street n***as, Movin them d**. Go strip b**h, make a n***a rich I know the ready aint really gon like this But 1st verse: I see everybody talking bout what crisp they drinking But no body really saying what a thug be thinking. See they b**hes dont know you Till you come with the lincoln. Or the porsce eyes lift up like the car was winking. Real n***as on the block Wit big dimes in his sock You bet somewhere is a glock Post it up