Statik Selektah - Thugathon lyrics

[Intro] Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr Show off, show off... (AHHHH~!) Yeah, yeah!! Termanolo-GY! S, T! Mo P'S! [Lil' Fame] Yeah, F-izzay, M-izzay, block hugger sh** That ol' gutter sh**, f** all that other sh** These n***as soft with them whack-a** love songs Them and they baby moms cut 'em with, s** a dick Who you f**in with? Y'all ain't f**in with Jamal Y'all see how I'm up in this b**h, and I got my rubber on If you really wanna thug it, C'MON~! f** it we can thug it let's turn this b**h into a thugathon My street cred is good f** goin in my account I can get your head popped off with no money down That one-eight-seven is the hometown's favorite Inhale the gunsmoke that's the fo'-pound fragrance {*inhales deeply*} And your LP was upset Shoulda named that sh** "Press Eject" So apologize to your fans for the disrespect It's Mo P's, and S-T, n***a we gets respect C'mon, it's the thugathon! [Termanology] You get k**ed quick, 'bout time the ill spic And my ill clique get b**hes wet like Will Smith Yo it's T-Eezy, R-M, Gambeezy My three-eight put mad bullets in yo' weezy Flow master, psycho, foe blaster Flow plasma clear, you can't come after Throw half your body, in the Charles River My squad hit up mad drug spots and shoot sh** up Sauce nasty, S-T, gun flashin Mashin out any p**y n***as that's askin Throw staples in they head, dump lead My guns spread all over Ma**. and shake feds f** coppers, guns rock ya much shotters Blow your f**in brains out like old mobsters Don't gotta, John Gotti, Joe Pesci The mo' guns I got that mean the mo' messy n***a BLAOW~! [Scratches by Statik Selektah] "Who that?" "Lil' Fame" "Who that?" "Termanology" "Who that?" "Statik Selektah" "Let 'em know n***a" "Termanology" "and Lil' Fizzy" "From B.K. pah where we still bang Biggie" "Right now bye-bye" "1982" "It's the world renowned"