Kool G Rap

Kool G Rap - Thugs Anthem lyrics

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[Kool G. Rap]
 Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
 For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
 For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
 For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
 Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
 For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
 For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
 For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

 [Kool G. Rap]
 Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula
 Before I have to send these busters, just to warm you up
 Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up
 Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners
 I can roll up all by myself and make a street close
 Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose
 Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow
 You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low
 Free to go, deeper than six feet low
 This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die
 Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize
 we send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs
 Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies
 Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live

 Chorus
 Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
 For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
 For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
 For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

 [Johnny 2 Gunz]
 Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical
 Magnifico, money making myth in Mexico
 You try to fuck me, yo, I'll bust you in your cherry whole
 Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo
 I felt the graces from the highs to the very low
 One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes
 Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals
 Congressionals, street medal, award winners
 Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow?
 What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker
 Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye
 Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why?
 While your souls floating over me, you owing me
 You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me
 Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty
 Another faded memory, that's awful Bee
 Cuz I'm still breathing steadily

 [Pokaface]
 You think that Pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up
 And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up
 You pointedly regret, I'll blaze you and your family up
 You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up
 Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't
 Information's not to be given, making sure you won't
 Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes
 ATF here, but scared to get close, like in WACO
 Nickel plate pros made men who make those
 My red eye don't ? but best believe it shakes those
 Reflex reaction if i hear you disrespect the fashion
 Fuck these niggas, like menage, giving them double action
 Up to no good fellas, making out a faux pas
 Savage niggas, turn your cabbage into cole slaw
 Using my dome, causes to notify your next of kin
 The snitch you looking for, he's in the trunk I left him in

 [Chorus]
 Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
 For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
 For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
 For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
 Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot
 For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?
 For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot
 For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew
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Author: ?

Composer: ?

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Released in: 2003

Language: English

Appearing on: Roots of Evil (1998)

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