Trey Songz - Thug It Out lyrics

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Trey Songz - Thug It Out lyrics

[Intro - Trey Songz] Aye, Ya'll n***as stop talking all that sh** in the club man [Chorus - Trey Songz] It ain't a problem we can thug it out (Your hood, my hood) Come show me what you talking 'bout (talking 'bout) (Right here what's good) Ain't a problem so just watch your mouth (Talk tough til' we) Erase your face and take you out (take you out) It ain't a problem [Verse 1 - Jay Rock] Back in the days Unfortunately a lot of real n***as being replaced With all the official n***as that put frowns on their faces Every time the m's come on they perpetrating I guess I grew up different I can't blame them, my childhood had to evolve around k**ers Gangs and drug dealers, weed and c**aine Which eventually made me who I am today So I don't pay attention to 'em I don't ever listen to 'em I just brush off their loud talk Play the background waiting for something to pop off Watch the same n***a run to his car Lame n***a never saw guns before Be the same n***a talk about his guns to blow He be considered a joke When the hot ovens come out, it's life or d**h Cutthroat n***as run back to their mom's house You scared n***a [Chorus - Trey Songz] [Verse 2 - Jay Rock] White [?] on the ride Model b**h on the side On my lap 4-5 n***a that's how I drive On these streets homeboy it's do or die You wouldn't know because you never came outside The wise man said actions speaks louder than words And you clown n***as working my nerves Hop in the booth and say you put work on the curb Guns in the hood but never took a [?] on the turf Never mention that when you rapping your verse Nah, act tough when you yap on the chirp Ain't that some sh** your homies come around and you act like you run sh** Then wanna question my gangsta up on some dumb sh** Don't do that, we won't shoot where your legs is at It's either your head or the area where your head pledging at No allegiance, now breathing under God b**h [Chorus - Trey Songz] [Verse 3 - Jay Rock] It's funny how these n***as be so hard on a record See 'em in the streets, these n***as be soft as a feather Yeah the ones that be in the club and they get their chain snatched We play for keeps so I doubt they get their chain back Plus the ones that talk tough behind the microphone Be the first n***as to run when the fight is on Them n***as scary and it's easy to see I ain't calling out names, got caller ID n***as want beef boy you know where I be In G projects, 112 street look Don't need to check my resume n***a I'm good B.L double O D n***a I'm hood Lifting weights think he solid as a rock Bet I knock his a** down from a .45 shot So don't talk sh** homie when you know your a ho Like the good Bible say boy you reap what you sow b**h n***a [Chorus - Trey Songz]

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