Future Thugs

[Intro - Redman]

Uh huh

Uh huh

Turn the music up a lil bit

Uh huh

Where dem horns at?

Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn!

[Verse 1 - Redman]

I ain't a thug

But I do thug things, nigga

So hold me down

Forty round

Caliber spitter

That's how the shorty crown

Run wit gordy hounds for forty miles

Then ignore me now

Duck, Motown sent Barry Gordy found

Sorry clown!

Super future thug

12 shoe shoot ya through the rug

James Bond watch on my arm

Tellin' me move the truck

Who the fuck can fuck wit me? (No one no one)

Do a buck 50 (on the highway)

Wit ya woman head on my lap

Tryna keep up wit me

Gilla nigga, dog

Writing bombs in gorilla paws

Don't applause

I shit at seminars I ain't even draw

My God's my gun

Don't need 'em son, cerebral cock

Beetle size ammo

3 to 5 mammal we the guys

That'll shit in ya turf

That'll get in ya skirt

I love Alicia so I'ma give what a woman is worth

I heard them niggas go

*Buck buck bidda bluck*

Then hide 'em Inside of

My noggin is strange (*howl*)

When them dogs is ridin'

'Cause I'm a cheap fucker, block usher

Eat supper wit

Pack of wolves that act a fool

Blood on they upper lip

Need a nigga? I'm that nigga to call

Nigga to draw chainsaws

To the brawl

Cuttin' ya ligaments off (Yo)

[Chorus - Icadon]

'Ey yo we future future thugs

Nigga we bear the minerals

Two tares subliminal

These here is criminal

Don't be starin' at generals (future future thugs)

We swear at interviews

Switch gears up in the coupe

We future thugs!

'Ey yo we future future thugs

Nigga we bear the minerals

Two tares subliminal

These here is criminal

Don't be starin' at generals (future future thugs)

We swear at interviews (Where dem horns at?)

Switch gears up in the coupe (Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn!)

We future thugs!

[Verse 2 - Ghostface Killah]

('Ey yo what up, yo?)

Y'all bitch niggas playin' me real close

Steppin' on my Wally's but Iron Man walk wit steel toes

We used to rush arenas but now we just steal shows

My eagle attracting people

Look, it's made out of pure gold

Versace rose colorful lens

Matchin' my Timbs

Blacked out Benz

Stop frontin' 'cause we back out twins

It's Doc and Deini

NIgga go and cock the semi

Put a million in the hood

'Cause our blocks is needy

Jean jackets with graffiti

Rope chains with the Nefertiti charms

Sealin' the packages up with them greasy palms

The only way y'all can see me

Is if the TV's on

My reign unanimous

I got the belt and I'ma handle it

Blow you out like candlesticks

Microphone vandalist

Evangelist

Analyst and my style is not to be tampered with

Flows on some cancer sick

Horns I don't answer it

Them phone suits don't have all my money

Bet I will cancel it

[Chorus - Icadon]

'Ey yo we future future thugs

Nigga we bear the minerals

Two tares subliminal

These here is criminal

Don't be starin' at generals (future future thugs)

We swear at interviews

Switch gears up in the coupe

We future thugs!

'Ey yo we future future thugs

Nigga we bear the minerals

Two tares subliminal

These here is criminal

Don't be starin' at generals (future future thugs)

We swear at interviews (Where dem horns at?)

Switch gears up in the coupe (Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn!)

We future thugs!

[Verse 3 - Ludacris]

Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Whoa! Wait up! Hold up! Hold up!

Without

Further ado let me get this show on the road

Future thug

Even my Kool-Aid jug's plated in gold

I'm faded and blowed

My life savings, made it in shows

And lost it on my way to Jerz, 'cause I paid it in tolls

So you can kiss my hairy bean bag

FUCK the nation

Just twist ya favorite *titty* nipples to my radio station

Because I say what I mean and do what I say

I had a mind of my own but weed blew it away

And now my lyrics got the parents all disgusted and heated

Because I'm nastier than airplane food and those that eat it

I'm never forgotten (Unh!)

Just rotten straight to the core

Up in ya telly with that wet towel up under the door

So need I say more?

I'm just your neighborhood whore

Wit Coronas and blunts

The size of some 4x4s

People claimin' that they comin' to my side of the South

But they ventriloquists and talkin' out the side of they mouth

So the bullets I'm slidin' 'em out

And the criminals hidin' em out

And they all wanna come in the hood and try to make good but a nigga's guidin' 'em out

So all these other phony rappers keep your heads to the sky

Because I'm ruining it for everyone

They wish I'd just diiiieee (Where them horns at?)

(Dun dun dun dun da-dunnn!)