(Verse 1)
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
you don't deserve this s***
Kids either don't make me make you a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the s***
Got n***** comin home at night like you son of b****
n**** done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
n*****'ll find your b**** to find your bricks
See if you love your b**** or you love your chips
4-4 snub s*** sendin slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug s***
(Chorus)x2
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
(Verse 2)
A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble
While n***** stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
First n**** that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nickel
One black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta s*** and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta s*** and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
(Chorus)x2
(Verse 3)
n***** claim to be thugs you real f***** suckas
Quick a** runnin good f***** duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hide behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight they never fold
And they don't know s*** if anything ever blows
Thugs don't want to talk s*** out
They want to spark s*** out
Till the cops come an chalk s*** out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta
Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla
I'm out for the skrilla
Face it ain't no replacement for this killa
Keep your hands where I can see em
Don't make me nervous
This 4-4 auto mat
you don't deserve this s***
Kids either don't make me make you a believa
I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater
I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig
Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib
And I want everything not just some of the s***
Got n***** comin home at night like you son of b****
n**** done took me off yeah you shook and soft
You can't blink around no crook
One look you lost
n*****'ll find your b**** to find your bricks
See if you love your b**** or you love your chips
4-4 snub s*** sendin slugs to the whip
Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug s***
(Chorus)x2
Yo what you really know what a thug about
Locked up in the bing no grub about
On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about
Tell me what you really know what a thug about
(Verse 2)
A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble
While n***** stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel
I refuse to limit my game to one hustle
I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle
I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo
Ain't no tellin first union or mellan
First n**** that move put two up in his melon
>From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum
And I run through cats
I'm a true gun cat
One nickel
One black
Who want that
I done schooled my youngins
Gave tools to my youngins
Broke food wit my youngins
Broke rules wit my youngins
Spark my way outta s*** and had bad run in's
Talked my way outta s*** and near death come in
Real thugs do what they want say what they feel
They never front they keep it real
(Chorus)x2
(Verse 3)
n***** claim to be thugs you real f***** suckas
Quick a** runnin good f***** duckas
Obey the rules when my glock unloads
Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll
Duck behind cars hide behind poles
Know I live by the code anything goes
Real thugs stand up straight they never fold
And they don't know s*** if anything ever blows
Thugs don't want to talk s*** out
They want to spark s*** out
Till the cops come an chalk s*** out
Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta
Face off like Cage and Travolta
If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya
Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya
Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya
Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta