Thugs & hustlers lyrics

Artist  : Naughty by nature 
Song : Thugs & hustlers
 
featuring  Krayzie Bone, Mag

[Intro: (Mag)]
Aw shit! Here we go!
Aw there go my niggas over there!
Yeah there go my thugs over there!
There go them bitches over there!
Look out for shots for my real niggas!

[Chorus:]
Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?
Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what?
Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?
Where my thuss, where my hustlers at? Say what?
The Henny's in me, you can't change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my
thugs at?
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
The Henny's in me, you can't change that
Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my
thugs at?
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

[Mag]
Now why should locs give a fuck?
What? Nigga my mental's stuck
I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped
the fuck up
Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the
fuck up
When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up,
punk
Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me
Real ass niggas they get it done with me
Because they want with me
Ha, it's just the low life I live
Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
My head stays busted
All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with
Alhezay
Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die
nigga
Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind

[Treach]
See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin
and stealin
While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin
for millions
My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and
illin
My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin
realin
See, some motherfuckers got loot to get
It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit
So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for
the hit
And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like
a six
Came from east to the west playin steelo with
Beelow
 
Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the
kilos
So we took every jewel that he just bought from
Tito
Then Beelow rolled him through the desert
Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note
A section or a solid to sell it
Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for
rabbits
Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know
You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's
the hoe, woah

[Chorus]

[Krayzie Bone]
You see them packin niggas goin in the club,
token, smokin bud
Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even
get touched
Now they better tear this motherfucker up
If you one of them niggas, us
Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what
We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and
boots
Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they
cheese and jewels
Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin
nigga we hungry
And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you
show me the money
Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a
thug and a hustler
And you gotta have the nuts to be both
And I gotta roll with the raws
And get with the steady regardless
Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you
with
See we the ones that like to crash the party
Drink all the forties up and disrespect every
nigga in there
Cuz we don't give a fuck (we don't)
Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went
platinum
Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug
Mentality
But I know some niggas be fakin themselves
That's cuz they hoes
And when they get caught up in confrontations
they be scared as hell
Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all
got to keep it real
So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies
about how you live
Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers
Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya
And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers
Hustlers, hustlers