[50 Cent] 

What y'all know about this fab shit, huh? 

TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh 

Look we can shop together mama, his and hers 

Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs 

I ain't tight with the chips girl 

I'm down to splurge 

If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (Ooh) 

VS2 Clarity alright 

I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock 

I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop 

I live life in the fast lane 

I make a grove of hash 

Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass 

It's like she loves me, she loves me not 

Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot 

I gave jewels I imported for her 

Chanel bags I bought from boosters 

To the hood I introduced her 

She feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me 

People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me 

The sick part is all that bullshit excites me 



[Destiny's Child - chorus] 



A thug's what I want 

A thug's what I need 

Even though my friends don't seem to see 

That he lace me with money 

He knows when I want it 

And I'm never gonna leave my baby 

My thugged out no good baby 



[Eminem] 

Ay yo I treat you like you need to be treated like you're special

Tie your hands to the bedpost when I caress you 

When I met you it was Guess and Gap 

Now it's Gucci and Prada 

Took you from being a nine to being a dime 

You complain that we don't spend time 

When I'm OT on the grind going hard for mine 

Yo when shorty say she hate me 

You know she mean she love me 

When she play me close at the bar 

That mean she want some Bubbly 

See my polying with another chick and shit get ugly 

She wanna flip threaten to run keys across my whip 

Try to burn a nigga with some Hominy Briss 

That's how she on it 

When I met her she was lowkey 

Now she wanna OD 

You know me I let her do her thing son 

I say what I'm feeling 

Niggas say that I'm illing 

I sip Cristy so I'm pissy 

Like a staircase in your building 

What? 



[Beyonce] 



A thug is what I want 

And a thug is what I need 

And my friends don't understand 

How my baby laces me 



A thug is what I want 

And a thug is what I need 

And my friends don't understand 

And I think its jealousy