We Thuggin' - Boyz N Da Hood

The whole click tote pistols

buck ya lucky charms

niggas got tats on they necks and they arms

so when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin

flyin in the bucket, holarin fuck it cuz we thuggin

(times 2)

yeah

back in the lab, back on the block

back with them slabs, back with them glocks

run in ya drop, yeah nigga, we’ll run in ya spot

take ya little chains and ya colorful watch (heh)

stackin my greens, money get locked

still on the corner i stand, trafficin on blocks

we’ll pull a nigga card for real, yeah

my boys in da hood hard for real

and niggas say they ball, but what they talkin is lame

my whole clique strapped, and we off of the chain

plus alotta niggas fake, so ima say it out loud

cuz alot of niggas hate, but they dont say it out loud

i come from the a-town, we come from the playground

where niggas don’t play 'round, stand and we spray rounds

still thinkin', we run from the k-9s,

got the trap bumpin like the beat in the bassline

the whole click tote pistols

buck ya lucky charms

niggas got tats on they necks and they arms

so when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin

flyin in the bucket, holarin fuck it cuz we thuggin

(times 2)

now, i roll wit the big dawgs.

certified street hawgs

niggas run the mess hall, all day with shit, yall

niggas lined up waitin on the whistle like a kick off

then form a circle round your ass like a tip off

all of this was up to you, feelin need to lip off

you done got me pissed off, now you gettin shipped off

plus i got a charge, so it’s guaranteed to jump off

got the pistol grip pumpers gaurenteed to dump off

we some real street cats, so we forever ballin

makin more than the government off these project housins

dawg, i stay thowed and blowed, i be wildin

on the set of photos with 2 hoes, im stylin

always on the scene, but rarely seen smilin

there aint a baddest pro from dallas to rhode island

boy before you do some dumb shit, boy you better think long

listen to these words close, this just aint no rap song

the whole click tote pistols

buck ya lucky charms

niggas got tats on they necks and they arms

so when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin

flyin in the bucket, holarin fuck it cuz we thuggin

(times 2)

aye, nowadays i just moan and groan.

i had a deal for year but still my lights aint on

feel pain, deep in my bones

and keep one eye open cuz you here then you gone

walk up on these suckas like «whats up with that»

movin like a centipede, jukin like a quarterback

poppin off up in the streets, specially where my partners at

mosta dem got 10 a piece, but fuck it we some lumberjacks

take it there (take it there), yeah we can take it there

say you got a 'k' up in da trunk, lets see you make it there

i got my mindframe focused on this paper now

tryna buy a 100 acres, fillin up my bank account

tryna shake these haters off, thats what i been about

send a prayer for every slug rap before i send them out

i got dreams on that yacht drinkin guiness stout

but now im in the hood stickin to the shit i been about (edgehanger)

what the fuck is you sayin?!

bitch good as your talk, nigga die in this bitch