Tray Deee - Thuggin' lyrics

(Spice 1) I been thuggin' since my adolescents All of my homies and peers tucked in the k**ers And pimps perfectin' their profession Never confessin', or tellin' when they police possession Snitches and b**h a** n***as pleadin' police protection We turn the globe till the day we die (die) Spinnin' the world on my finger like Alan Eye Cali's finest, real motherf**ers fo' sure And they don't make real n***as like us no mo' It's a rare breed, I been thuggin' since eighty-five (five) At the age of fifteen, yeah my draws hella high With a thirty-eight snub (snub) bangin' on other pushers (pushers) I even had the t-a-tech nine in the bushes But now I'm pushin' Cali trucks and six hundreds Stand blunted, givin' slugs to n***as who got it comin' We ain't ridin' for nothin' (sh**) they don't front forever thuggin' s**ers cross the game and suffer the re-percussions (Chorus: Kokane) Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go (Tray Deee) I'mma start mine checkin' with the hard time records Lower cla** known to mash born to blast any second It's that criminal, original, Tray Deee the imperial Gangsta's spit anger through your motherf**in' stereo Dogghouse style with the chucks and curl Off a bottle with my motto strictly f** the world As I bust a pearl and the chrome at your cranium Whoever get wounded shoulda knew where I was aimin' them Haulin' out the set fingers seen on my neck But no comin' fourth to court cause my team is on deck Insane to the fullest with the bullets to prove Ninety-nine point nine per cent of you can't stand in my shoes I gang bang for a hobby, murder, robbery and kidnap And gettin' in my business, point this way you can get clapped Now sit back and peep gangsta's fool Now sit back and peep gangsta's fool (Chorus: Kokane) Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go (Spice 1) Teflon and clutsey gla**, S-Cla** and escalade Forty-five, calacoals, j**els and french braids n***as mean mug, I'm in the nature of a thug Finna room to a tomb we boss playin' and blowin' blood It's West Side mental, extra mash is my mentality n***as bite the bullet and end up with chest cavaties Gradually fo'-fo' gon' make n***as define gravity Got one foot in the grave and I feelin' my angels grabbin' me (damn) Stablishly vicious up in the game Seen a lot of raw and uncut sh** up in these sterets mayn "I Wonder If Heaven Got A Ghetto" Pac died in ninety-six and I still can't let go My fallen soldiers, love you n***as for stayin' real I hope you see me thuggin' still rollin' with heat of steel (steel) But it don't stop (stop), money, hoes I'm still rushin' Still high as f**, still heat and still bustin' (Chorus: Kokane) Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go Thuggin' makes the world go, around and round And around... mayn, thuggin' makes the world go