Romeo Must Die (film) Soundtrack

Romeo Must Die (film) Soundtrack - Thugz lyrics

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1 - [Comrades]
 This is for my thugs
 Quick to throw slugs
 Never was, push and shove
 Gang bangin' drug dealers
 Hoo-bangin' mug {niggaz}
 Penitentiary love {niggaz}

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 [Mack 10]
 I was raised Q-S'ing, shootin' through your vest and
 Quick to redrum and hit water when I'm stressing
 Was set, and if I don't, they know who done it
 Cuz out of bound {niggaz}, they get killed on the 400
 Killa ki's off blood, no debatin' or contemplatin'
 I got a stock 64 that's waitin' on these Dayton's
 So trip if ya wanna, catch ya slippin', you'se a goner
 And respect the street signs next time you're bankin' corners

 [Comrades]
 Do what I say once, don't make me say it twice
 Just give me what I want and everything'll be alright
 I'm gettin' it while the gettin' is good
 And if you was in my shoes, I know that you would
 I got expensive habits, I'm buyin' bud by the pound
 Since dub S-C D, everybody wanna be down
 We hoo-bangin' on the white and the blue collars
 We rollin' Benz-o's and Lex-o's by the dollars

 Woo woo, blue flag tied on my face
 In a twin turbo Porche with a glock in my waste
 Woo woo, if it's a problem we gon' squeeze 'til empty
 We used to flip it on T, but now we flip it on ?
 Woo woo, ain't no {nigga} harder than me
 Hit the yard harder than me, got the yay harder than me
 Woo woo, thug {niggaz} rule the earth
 We on The Source in Dickies throwin' up the turf

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 [Mack 10]
 I know how to do things one way, and that's illegal
 Pullin' two ? and murders out a primed gray Regal
 I was taught to get in and out, do what I do fast
 Sigh, call up that {bitch} dog, and hit rub on they ass
 Next week I'm in Vegas like Dan Tanna, and I
 Wipe my finger prints off with my bandana
 Make sure it's all clean, then fled the scene
 I keep it cold blooded, mean
 And do it all for the green

 [Comrades]
 ?? system, mine's control
 Pockets on swole and I'm fresh off parole
 It ain't no limit to my mashin'
 I got weed, caviar, and money in my stash
 And laughin', blastin' wit my foot on the gas
 And movin' fast and it's all about the cash
 And havin' cheddar, with that 23rd letter
 Nobody do it better, you know better, you do better {nigga}

 Get around in the penitentiary
 Born in, drinkin' Hennessy (cousin)
 But he no kin to me (cousin)
 But he friend to me
 Down since elementary, with {niggaz} with tattoos
 Kidnapped moves and jack moves, crack rules
 In the urban area, servin' crackers with ready rock
 Bassheads plague in every spot cuz it's very hot
 In the ghetto, we're wetter, we're rockin' Karate like Mister Miaki
 Afford Gionni Versace, and wide bodies with the V's on 'em
 Chromes with G's on 'em, she's on the left cuz he's on 'em
 Some say that I'm loc'd and I'm wild
 Because I made my bread with coke and a smile
 I ain't loc'd in a while
 I'm hittin' corners in heels and caronas
 Squeezin' lime inside of Carona's with Ramona from Arizona
 And I'm smokin' on a ??, paid in the worst way
 Real {niggaz} spill a little liquor to the dirt man

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Language: English

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