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letra de he ain’t a thug (50 cent diss) - thug lordz

[intro: c-bo]
yeah, n-ggas get popped up, take a few sh-lls
swear they gangsta

[verse 1: c-bo]
these n-ggas swear they gangsta, since they got shot up
and they spoke of hot bullets every sentence they brought up
but you slip, you get caught, that’s the rules of the game
cruisin’ a lane, get popped up, sn-tched and chopped up
k!llifornia the realest, put guerillas on ya
seattle to san diego, up outta arizona
i’m rushin’ wit a k while patrolling my compound
rushin’, bustin’ you haters with bullеts that weigh a pound
thug lordz bullies with fullies n-ggas don’t play around
drug lord, n-gga i pull thе fullies and lay ya down
the king of the street school, i’m runnin’ this playground
if you was smart you’d be cool, stop frontin’ and lay it down
i ain’t the type to even funk with ya p-ssies, my bodak’s in lock, from a mile’ll make your forehead mushy
i rambo off in this jungle homie, so don’t push me
i go lynch by the inch and put one off in ya b-tch p-ssy
i’m the one the g-ngb-ngers, salute with the blue rags
swooped up in the blue duce, juiced up with the blue rag
it’s gangsta homie, i get it thanks to homie
i’m on hundred block hood with it, i bank you 40’s n-gga

[chorus: yukmouth & silverback guerillaz]
i got shot nine times
that n-gga need a hug
i got beat up at the club
that n-gga need a hug
look at my spinnin’ piece cuzz
that n-gga need a hug
that n-gga ain’t no gangsta (really)
that n-gga ain’t a thug
i really got shot nine times
that n-gga need a hug
i got stabbed in the gut
that n-gga need a hug
but still look at my g-unit cuzz
that n-gga need a hug (yeah)
that n-gga ain’t no gangsta
that n-gga ain’t a thug
[verse 2: yukmouth]
who shot ya?
separate the snitches from the mobsters
who run these streets regime elite
50
b-tch n-gga f-ck that bickerin’ beef
put a in hole in ya chest the size of that spinnin’ piece
when yuk bust in it’s like sasquatch feet
thunder and blaaaat crack the concrete (yea)
slugs spin at dre, teflons for mobb deep
cross me, i c-ck heat and put ya noodles on the pah seat
ayo pac we still ballin’, in the sl on bravos
double xl my dollars like the magazine
n-ggas get shot up then they holla at the magazines
y’all ain’t thuggin’ ’cause he got lit wit a f-ckin’ magazine
and live to talk about it (what)
wrote a cut about it (what)
n-ggas beef, n-ggas get shot don’t gives a f-ck about
this n-gga need a hug (need a hug)
you ain’t no f-ckin’ thug (you ain’t a f-ckin’ thug)
you don’t be sellin’ drugs (drugs)
you don’t be bustin’ slugs (b-tch!)
you surrounded by state troopers
and bulletproof vests and bulletproof jeeps so n-ggas can’t shoot ya
but come to the west that won’t protect ya from the ruger
my goon squad’ll hit ya [?] heart wit techs and dukas
stop whining n-gga or stop rhymin’ (stop rhymin’)
stop snitching on n-ggas and stop crying (stop cryin’)
you n-ggas never gon’ be realer than pac
and i got b-tches from the block better than vivica fox
ugh
[chorus: yukmouth & silverback guerillaz]
i got shot nine times
that n-gga need a hug
i got beat up at the club
that n-gga need a hug
look at my spinnin’ piece cuzz
that n-gga need a hug
that n-gga ain’t no gangsta (really)
that n-gga ain’t a thug
i really got shot nine times
that n-gga need a hug
i got stabbed in the gut
that n-gga need a hug
but still look at my g-unit cuzz
that n-gga need a hug (yeah)
that n-gga ain’t no gangsta
that n-gga ain’t a thug

[verse 3: domination]
you ain’t a gangsta, n-gga ya speakin’ too much
and your name ring bells in the precinct too much
wanted for questioning, how come we never see you in cuffs
you a k!ller? where’s the action? i ain’t seeing enough
look sonny, (50) i don’t respect you or your money
plus them clowns you run with n-gga (banks, buck) they sweeter than honey
i’m g’d up
in the hood with the guns you pose on covers with
hollows’ll tear ya vest to shreds, i bet you f-ckin’ quit
frontin’, ’cause everybody like you wit a vest on
n-gga you need a face mask level four teflon
n-ggas don’t respect you, you gotta be kiddin’
just keep ya mouth shut and be happy you livin’
gettin’ shot don’t make you superman, it make you a victim
[bang em smurf talking]
yea, n-gga, guerilla gang n-gga
ny to cali n-gga
we ridin’ on this c-cksucker, n-gga
guerilla gang west coast mafia
big swing
ride on these b-st-rds

[verse 4: big swing]
get it correctly
i’m talkin’ to 50 directly (yo)
you used to come through my block on a bike to check me
i’ma problem, you tried to forget me huh
and i don’t care ’bout all them times you’ve been shot
you just lettin’ me know your weak spots
and banks could do my adlibs, buck could beat-box
50 know that’s my flow he got
i’m big swing
yo i come through with the pump like reebok
put 21 to your chest like [?]
now i’m in cali and [?] with t-tops
roll with straight hood n-ggas, man you need cops
i’m blowin’ kush, you blowin’ bush, [?] pop
everywhere they go, they say “big swing’s hot”
you hatin’ me, i’m everything that he’s not
i bet them n-ggas go broke when he flop
come on

[outro: ?]
yea, yo, yo what’s up cuzz
i, i mean blood
n-gga this 50 cent man
check out my g-unit piece, n-gga you see how this sh-t spins
n-gga 2004 i’ma come with the spinnin’ earrings n-gga
and the uh
motherf-ckin’ bulletproof new york yankees hat
’cause the n-ggas in queensbridge been on a motherf-cker head man
give a n-gga a break man
you know what i’m sayin’, a n-gga down on bendin’ knee
you know, and i been out in l.a., you know what i’m sayin’
for so long a n-gga gon’ start crip walkin’ around this motherf-cker man
i’m, i’m chillin’ wit the bloods you know what i’m sayin’
the crips n-gga ’cause, i don’t know what the f-ck i wanna do here, you know i’m sayin’
gibe a n-gga a 8 ball or sumthin’ man
yuh, yo, where, where vivca at man, you know i’m sayin’
ah a, let me l!ck your booty baby
you know they say i’m s-xy now
g-g-g, g, g, motherf-cker, aight
i’m out

- thug lordz

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