friends Thug girl (You need a thug in your life) I need a thug girl (You need a thug in your life) [C-Murder] You said you lookin for a thug to show
then No relationships we just friends Thug girl (You need a thug in your life) I need a thug girl (You need a thug in your life) [C-Murder] You said
Vertaling: C-Moord. Thug In Yo Life.
Thanks to dalyricalmaster@tupac.com for these lyrics. (Intro: WC) Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C from the Westside Connect Gang Dub-C
[Krayzie] Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga! Yo, y'all muthafucka's that didn't think we was comin' out Check this shit out: I got
to? Or do you like the things that life is showin' you? Fuck around and trust yo' under-folks Like dope fiends, you leave yo' cream with Post, you come back and yo
got guns, money, liquor, drugs We right here until they come get me C'mon, yeah, ah, hah, nobody, c'mon Yeah, c'mon, yeah, c'mon, yeah, yeah, uhh, yo Yo
Huh, huh, huh, huh, huh, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah, hah Yeah, yeah, y'know, tranquilise, tranqulise Yeah, yeah, yo, Ghostface (C'mon) Raekwon, Meth See
to the Camay Island We thugs like, life is the same challenge Do the knowledge, recognize your talent And if you live the streets, you better stay silent Yo
eye's the guiding light Invite the fight, we all die tonight The life I lived, a twenty five to life bid Parole reneged, I stroll the globe fugitive Cream is short, C
) Wild out (What?) Wild out (C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, I can't hear you, c'mon) Wild out (If ya find ya nigga cheatin', let's go girls, c'mon now) Wild out
a nigga nuts hang Hey yo, get that motherfucker right there Hey yo, K, pull out, man, that motherfucker and blast Yo Mo, get over there, get over there Hey yo
Nas: Yo Yo Puffy: Gansta Gansta Nas: Gansta Yo Puffy: That's Right Nas: Journey Through the life of some real niggas Puffy: Some real niggas You'
work he got a beeper The word death, stamped that, it's on your chest Yo, you bullshit, my click thick, kid, we pull shit Grip tight, illegal life, aerolight Thug
Uh, T.S.! None better Life of a hustler Yo, yo, yo Yo the mind of a hustler be trained to count money and lies Supplyin' customers and keep it free,
know, you never know that Know that, know that One murder comin' right up, who got beef for the daddy dollars And wearin' wires around they collars Yo
