Thugathon 2010

[Intro]

Brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr

Show off, show off... (AHHHH~!)

Yeah, yeah!!

Termanolo-GY! S, T!

Mo P'S!

[Verse 1: Lil' Fame]

Yeah, F-izzay, M-izzay, block hugger shit

That ol' gutter shit, fuck all that other shit

These niggas soft with them whack-ass love songs

Them and they baby moms cut 'em with, suck a dick

Who you fuckin with? Y'all ain't fuckin with Jamal

Y'all see how I'm up in this bitch, and I got my rubber on

If you really wanna thug it, C'MON~!

Fuck it we can thug it let's turn this bitch into a thugathon

My street cred is good fuck 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 shit "Press Eject"

So apologize to your fans for the disrespect

It's Mo P's, and S-T, nigga we gets respect

C'mon, it's the Thugathon!

[Verse 2: Billy Danze]

Yo, what the fuck is you niggas staring at, yeah I'm back

Please give me a target to squeeze and flame these flares at, shit

Hand full of get back, bitch yeah (THAT'S THAT SHIT)

It's the Thugathon, nigga (COME ON)

Easy when you slide in, I'm with them live men

On the back block of solitary confinement

Have the crack spot on the line with the linesmen

(THIS IS A GANGSTA'S WHIP) You G'd up then climb in

When the police roll, it seem like a stray-off

To Wall Street, filling in for Bernie Madoff

It's called Deep Beyond Street, a nigga played ball

Baggy fitteds and sharp crease, a nigga stayed raw

I'm still vill, y'all know Burk

(He don't know how to do nothing outside of putting in work)

Fuck how y'all feel (the boy real), come up in the dirt

(Where they don't know how to do nothing outside of putting in work)

[Verse 3: Termanology]

It's the remix, '82, that street shit

And we stick bottles in bitches that eat dick

Mo-P, ST, OG's

Cocaine, ecstasy and O.C's

I stick a heroin needle in my arm like it's legal

Roemello in Sugar Hill, more like Ginger in Casino

I'm running this shit, my Way like Carlito

It's that Nicario Micario, pump poison and diesel

I'm for Murder Mass, I brought the Murder Marx Boys

So make the wrong move, get murked with mass con

Pistol whip, strip, another sad song

We stash Ron, and look for haters to mash on

Gangs in New York, and goons and goblins

The po' come around my hood and I'ma rob em

Godfather, gooned out, Joe Pesci

The mo' guns I got that mean the mo' messy

BLAOW~!

[Scratches: Statik Selektah]

"Who that?" "M.O.P"

"Who that?" "Termanology"

"Who that?" "Statik Selektah"

"Let 'em know"

"82" "and Lil' Fizzy"

"From B.K. pah where we still bang Biggie"

"Right now bye-bye"

"Showoff, Showoff" "It's the world renowned"

[Outro: Lil Fame]

It's the Thugathon!