Thug Style

[Intro]

Fuck 2Pac, that nigga ain't shit

Nigga ain't from muhfuckin' New York

That nigga be out there with them Cali niggas

Yo, nigga man, fuck 'Pac that nigga West Coast

That fucker that always with them New York niggas

Seen them with that nigga man, that nigga ain't from the West Coast

Man, fuck 'Pac fuck that nigga that nigga ain't really down

Rapin' ass nigga, I ain't do fuckin' with that nigga

Fuck that nigga, man, fuck that nigga, let that nigga go to jail, man

Fuck that nigga, fuck that nigga, fuck you too, nigga

[Collision]

I'm in this, motherfucker

I guess these muthafuckas tryin' to take me out the business right

I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my niggas back in New York

And I ain't West Coast for these niggas on the West huh?

Fuck e'rybody

*laughing*

Thug style out this, motherfucker, niggas, throw ya hands in the air

If you got jeep make ya speakers pop

I want motherfuckin' police tryin' to pull niggas over on this one

We takin' this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style thug style

You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G

We ain't dead yet

[Verse 1]

Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes

In a room full of niggas tryin' to hide ya hoes

I'm gettin' high off buddha 'cause the times be slow

I keep my mind on dough, you never find me broke

And who me? A nigga livin' life like a G

And that artillery keepin' niggas off of me

I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep

Niggas after me 'cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat

You can holler if you want to, please!!

I ain't runnin' with no punk crew, bleed!!

Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone

My fuckin' game is strong, now hotline

You suckas better find ya mind, I got mine

From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes

To my niggas up in Quentin, down on Rikers Isle

Stay rile, but a nigga gotta use his styles

[Chorus]

These, niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style

These, niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style

[Verse 2]

I could be wrong but I never got along with cops

It's like they stuck from makin' niggas duck from Glocks (Freeze!, Freeze!)

And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends

I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a Benz (Tadow)

My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie

'Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide

My mama cried when they took me off to jail

Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell

I hear some sucker screamin' like the demon's inside

Will 'em away in the mornin', only the strong survive

I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride

Pick a reason to hide from all the niggas that die

Cemetery full of brothers I buried it's goin' down

Even now I wonder will I still be around

My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild

I came up out this dust with my heartless style

[Chorus]

These, niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style

These, niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style

[Verse 3]

I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss

Listenin' to Mr. Magic cuttin' up the hits

And even though I had a habit

Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness

Juvenile thugs come on

I tell the whole story nothin' but truth

Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs

And peep me, young G with a gift of gab

Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab

Remember mama's cookin', no school straight hookin'

And tryin' to get with light skinned 'cause she good lookin'

And jumpin' over turnstiles 'cause we ain't payin'

Call the cuties cuss words (Bee-yotch!) but we only playin'

I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck

I had to move around a lot 'cause my moms was stuck

I had family but I was way too wild

Had to move to the West to regain my style

[Chorus]

These, niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream)

Niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (my nigga scream)

Niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream)

Niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style (scream)

Niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild

Bitch-made ass niggas don't know my style

These, niggas don't know my style

Crooked smile, juvenile, was a problem child

Try to put me in the mothafuckin' cross, but my force was wild

Mothafuckin' bitches

[Collision]

Swear y'all know a nigga

You ever heard a motherfucka say:

"All in the Kool-Aid, don't know the flavor"? Haha

You mothafuckas all in my mothafuckin' LB and don't know the beat, haha

This shit thuggish, for life, I told y'all, it's album three, see

G sound, freestyle

Motherfuckin' Young Thugs in this motherfucker, that's right