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