I Need a Thug

O'Dell:

Girl you know you need a thug

Girl you know you need a thug

Girl you know you need a thug

Verse 1: (Popeye)

Forget your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my tone

Underhanding me so poor when I speach in the phone

Featured alone, to make it my business I caught your vision

Shinin while you were dining with homie and his religon

He isn't who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a buzz

He don't deserve to ride with shorty cause

Every individual thug caught in a drought

Nervous but yet about you, put your heart in my lap

Start to adapt, but more that we touched you chose the right way

Killers that rome the streets and don't give a fuck what your knife say

We might break, don't handle we follow within the moon

Resting beside the gun for the sun that's coming soon

Chorus: Mercedes/(O'Dell)

You can't give a little

(Girl you know you need a thug

You know you need a thug)

You can't give a little not just a little

(Girl you know you need a thug

You know you need a thug)

You can't give a little

(Girl you know you need a thug)

You can' give a little not just a little

And assume that I'm a give you what you need

Verse 2: (Mercedes)

You got my head down and I still thinking I can't see

This things not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me

Lately you ain't been tryin to keep up with my love

If you can't deal with the give and take then baby let me be

I need a thug with a gangstas touch

Lets take a chance on raw romance

Baby blow my mind, I need you to speed it up

Don't slow down baby, lose this lady

Keep up with my stuff

Chorus: (Mercedes/(O'Dell)

You can't give a little

(Girl you know you need a thug

You know you need a thug)

You can't give a little not just a little

(Girl you know you need a thug

You know you need a thug)

You can't give a little

(Girl you know you need a thug)

You can' give a little not just a little

Mercedes/(O'Dell)

You can't give a little

(Girl you know you need a thug

You know you need a thug)

You can't give a little not just a little

(Girl you know you need a thug

You know you need a thug)

You can't give a little, not just a little

And assume that I will give into this love

Master P talking:

What's up with them thuggettes out there?

I need a thug, ya heard me?

Ha, Mercedes, thugged out

See what I mean bout being a thug?

Nigga ain't trying to hear all that hootin and hollerin

Fussin and fightin

Be bout your paper

Be down for your nigga

Y'all niggas be down for your bitch

Nigga, that's some thug shit

What's up to all my motherfucking thugs out there?

My nigga Popeye laying it down

With Miss Mercedes, O'Dell

Thug nigga 'Los on the beat

You know I'm thugged out, MP

Ha ha

Nigga we thugs till eternity over here at No Limit. (Ugh!)

And all yall real thug bitches. (Where they at?)

Ain't nothin but thug love. (Where them thug niggas at?)

Y'all know what I mean

What's up, let's roll on these bitches (Hoody hooo.)

Get your money

Ha ha. (Fuckin paper.)

Thug niggas and bitches. (Get 'em up.)

Floss your motherfucking ice. (Get 'em up.)

Raise your Rollies. (Put 'em up in the air.)

Cause it ain't No motherfucking Limit. (Hum bro.)

R&B mixed with motherfucking rap

Now that's thug shit, ha ha

I told ya nigga, it ain't over