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    Thug In The Street

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    {Drag-On}
    I be the D-R-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim
    cuz bullets make your feet fast
    we throw babies in the trash
    Drag don't play with little gats
    crib like McDonalds nuttin but Big Macs
    and quarter pounds
    bitch place your order now stay in line
    I only fuck with broke niggas
    that stright depend on crime
    you straight pussy so fuck your ass cap
    cuz in jail they'll put your cap where
    your ass at you ass black
    projects thats where Drag at
    yea ya got heart
    but if I don't got my gun
    thats where ya gonna get stabbed at
    boy as a young I never grabbed that toy
    Drag was taught to grab that and ask
    where the cash at
    {Sheek}
    you think we shoot his pocket sides
    deuce decuce and 25's
    you ain't takin' em' nigga
    you threatenin' lives
    I ain't frontin motherfucker
    I don't shoot no legs
    I'm tryna see if your brains
    really look like eggs
    or is it just that commercial
    your brain on drugs
    now it's a total different look
    from these shotgun slugs
    to get rich it could take less than two days
    I'm like them little beepers
    halfs and bullets two-ways
    fuck vests my shit go throught toups
    I'ma thug in New York
    and when I'm on your set
    we the apartment where they filmed
    good times at
    bitch what the fuck I'ma thug nigga
    Chrous:(2X)
    I'ma thug in da streetz and I know what to do
    if you fuckin with me I'ma fuck with you
    I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing
    like a motherfucking dog I'm doing my thang
    {Styles}
    weight on my back
    hate in my heart
    blood in my eye
    foot on the gas
    blunt in my mouth
    lovin the ride
    hand on the gun
    ear to the street
    back to the wall
    mind on my money while I'm clappin at ya'll
    {Jadakiss}
    I got niggas in jail
    crack in the hood
    hustle in south
    fiends and customers
    that run in your house
    I got family ties
    I'm handy with knives
    I live my life in the ghetto
    nose candy and nines
    I'm deeper than most
    sleep wit it close
    wake wit a demon
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