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
 U don't deserve this shit
 Kids either don't make me make u 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 shit
 Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch
 Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft
 You can't blink around no crook
 One look you lost
 Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks
 See if you love your bitch or you love your chips
 4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip
 Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit

 (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 niggas 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 nigga 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 shit and had bad run in's
 Talked my way outta shit 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)
 Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas
 Quick ass runnin good fuckin 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 shit if anything ever blows
 Thugs don't wanna talk shit out
 They wanna spark shit out
 Till the cops come an chalk shit 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