We Thugs (My Niggas)

[Intro: Styles P & Jadakiss] All for one, one for all D-Block This is motherfucking beautiful Talk to 'em baby [Verse 1: Styles P & Jadakiss] This for the cold D's that won't snitch For the murderers that won't miss For the hustlers that'll front bricks, for the hoodrats that want chips For the stick-up kids creepin' with their pumps ripped For little shorty with his rhyme books Black girls going to school, carrying like nine books For the hood niggas That go to work because parole, but they tryna be good niggas For all the poor mothers That's always goin' through the struggle, still screamin' that the Lord love us For the ghetto life For having to hold your metal tight lookin' for a better life For the family For if I'm rich, you rich and that shit's a guarantee For the best of life For if I ride then you ride the motherfucking rest of life [Chorus: Styles P] We thugs, my niggas Ride to the death with my man 'cause I motherfucking love my niggas We ghetto, my niggas Any time, any place, we don't give a fuck, we bust metal, my niggas We gangsta my niggas, you ought to keep your mouth shut Watch what you sayin' 'cause we shank you, my niggas We D-Block niggas, we don't play games We just hit you in your frame 'cause we pop niggas [Verse 2: Jadakiss & Styles P] Ayo, yo, I'ma shed blood for mine, that's one ritual That's how you keep the love unconditional That's why we the only one the thugs listen to (What up?) Bitches buy records but niggas do what bitches do I know a few dudes doin' life bids in jail And they way smarter then the white kids in Yale But that how life is, uh And that how the gun and the knife is It's a shame but it's real when your enemies like ya When you come through and fishtail in Hennessey Viper Listen, it ain't the rappers, it's the rats that worry me Double R for life, D-Block 'til they bury me Scared niggas shed off Or stand way in the back and aim their gat up in the air and let off Thorough niggas tear a nigga head off Then let the blood keep drippin' and just wipe the sweat off [Chorus: Styles P] We thugs, my niggas Ride to the death with my man 'cause I motherfucking love my niggas We ghetto, my niggas Any time, any place, we don't give a fuck, we bust metal, my niggas We gangsta my niggas, you ought to keep your mouth shut Watch what you sayin' 'cause we shank you, my niggas We D-Block niggas, we don't play games We just hit you in your frame 'cause we pop niggas [Verse 3: Sheek Louch, Styles P & Jadakiss] Fuck with P, the thug'll come out The slug'll come out You don't put in enough work, I got you No doubt They don't want Sheek to wild Betta cover ya child With two guns out the sun-roof... Swordfish style Who that kid? Black mask on with the latch on, the AK Swing on my shoulder like a Louie bag You get it in a hurry All up in your Burberry Through your assisstant Through your fucking secretary All y'all do me a favor... Walk with me If you want money or drugs... Talk with me Know I got my niggas my guns Now hawk with me Guess who? Jada, P, and The Sheek Three bricks Three whips, three motherfucking ouies a week Ten spots OT Two blew off leak My niggas cop... Pop and toss, and we applying the pressure So when you address us... It's Boss... Boss... And Boss [Chorus: Styles P] We thugs, my niggas Ride to the death with my man 'cause I motherfucking love my niggas We ghetto, my niggas Any time, any place, we don't give a fuck, we bust metal, my niggas We gangsta my niggas, you ought to keep your mouth shut Watch what you sayin' 'cause we shank you, my niggas We D-Block niggas, we don't play games We just hit you in your frame 'cause we pop niggas