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Street-life, overated gangs and killings
heavily sedated bitches, left wit no feelings
druged up, fucked up, and thugged out
tha wars we seen, tha scars we healed
think were mean, but then we flip ya beam
my lips is sealed, i don't snitch, fuck a bitch
an bounce all quick, E's da name, no my game
i rein to slane, ya ass was born to shame
me? i was made for fame, tables wont turn
hear my fire, you'll no that i came...


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me and my team we make faggot niggaz duck down.
leave the nines unda tha bed i leave home wit pumps now.
Oh you fucked now
your spot gettin hit up.
thought you was a hard nigga,
bitch get up.
To youre imige you didn't live up.
You wasnt hard enough to stop metal now your heart just give up
This venom aint curable.
i let my mans pop you, ima shoot up yo funeral.
Straight spray up your barial.
make a song about it and get it played in tha radio... what!

Thuggs dont cypher
Nigguz like me, we make moves
Shake fools to the pavement while we rape'n and take juelz
Make crews swallow cum from their shorties' mouths as we break fool
Crazy killa niggaz aim their gunz and ace you
So wut now, rival crews know to duck down
Cuz when we poppin we lockin the whole muthafukkin block down
Puttin the smackdown with a Rock, clown
Smash the side of ur face in when we blazin the 4-pound

Get ready...

get ready? ........ WE READY! yall niggaz know the ATL/// straight up thug niggaz gangstaz and fine females//always packin heat,....... gettin ready for battle// bitches climbin up jumpin on the saddle, when them trojan horses be ready to rattle//we brand niggas like cattle....................... from thug to street niggas to bitch hos//steady runnin game,............. and keep throwin dem bows..............

thugs, do u even know where they began,
from a tribe in africa, if u read your books u'd understand,
the word is a root to survivas and protectas,
a few bad seads, now noone respects us,
this is the life we live, u either love us or hate us...

so many thugged out niggaz, so where is all the crime
They must keep the nine cocked while writing they rhymes
all these world class hustlers droppin words like dimes
commercial raps kill niggaz, who dont know meaning of grime

so where the true hoodlems at, point em out i dare ya
to hold beef in streets is different than sayin im a kill ya
ya need the mind of a merk, swiftness of a murderer
keep ya mouth shut cuz crime needs to be unheard of
lay low in the corners and slang drugs to only family
niggaz look to drop you when you got money luxuries
in miami we teach new york niggaz about the real keys
importin tons of white powder that makes us 100 G's
Bentleys, and lambos, you bitches only see it in videos
we see that shit everday and plus we got the pretty hoes
yall still stuck on yukmouth when we only hitting them dimes
like i said before you mufuckas keep hoods only in rhymes