Spice 1 - Thug In Me lyrics

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Spice 1 - Thug In Me lyrics

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 hoe 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 Twenty four motherf**in' seven, 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 jar 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: x2] 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, blaow 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: x2] 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, 'cause 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, forty caliber cliques when I be burying tricks She seen me knock n***as out now I do walk bys Now 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: x2]

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