Gotta Be A Thug lyrics

Artist  : Dj Clue 
Song : Gotta Be A Thug



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 Uh huh, Uh huh 

Fabulous 

Get it right 

Uh, yeah 

Uh, Brooklyn, it won't stop 

Uh huh 

Get it right 

Uh, yeah 

Uh huh, c'mon 


[Verse 1] 

Fabulous strives for digits, even connives to get
it 

Niggas can't tell me nothing dunn the five is
kitted 

>From Dead Presidents, any cat alive can get it 

I walk around covered in ice like I survived a
blizzard 

Got enough chips to bribe you wit it 

Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and nines
admitted 

I'm the type that get tried and acquitted 

If my bombs aint wit it, blast you with a 4/5 and
spit it 

Y'all niggas run to the police and then describe
who did it 

Come home, findin necks homie wives is slitted 

I got niggas on my side committed 

You niggas drive or split it, with your brain
inside your fitting 

Fabulous, the only way to I D him, is in a 5 B M 

Puffin sticky green til my eyes get slim 

Operate with more chips than I B M 

f**k with me you make the news, at 5 P M,
motherf**ker 


CHORUS: 

If y'all see me gettin locked, it gotta be drugs 

If y'all see chrome on a truck, it gotta be dubs 

If I'm givin somethin to haters, it gotta be
slugs 

If it's one thing it gotta be, it gotta be thugs 

No info, if I'm leaking, it gotta be blood 

If my earlobes is hanging, it gotta be studs 

If the bit*h on her knees, it gotta be love 

If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be
thugs 


[Verse 2] 

Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm
I do things 

Swan in a blue Range, armed with two things 

Flex pay my joints, drop bombs like Hussein 
 

Catchin cataracts, glance at the charm and new
chain 

I got coke in every part of Brooknon a true name 

Niggas want it when you wave a firearm, they
views change 

End up having to move they mom to Ukraine 

Yeah ADT, alarms and new names 

Who else comin to club, under each arm is two
dames 

Buying bottles of Dom, with his loose change 

Niggas *Hate Me Now*, cuz I catch the eyes of
dimes 

Flooded the hood, with trays the size of dimes 

Y'all do windows low, rims pokin off the wheels 

I'm in the game, tryin to get broken off a mil 

Shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin off
the steel 

Niggas love to bam, but the bit*hes open off the
grill 


CHORUS 


[Verse 3] 

Yo I'm ready to address the haters, and
underestimaters 

Hop in the truck, ride up on y'all like
escalators 

Hit your chest up, leave y'all hooked to
respirators 

Bed ridden, talkin to investigators 

Now these ladies'll do anything, just to date us 

Cuz we skate around on ice, like Escapaders 

Dressed in gators, In Peace I'm Resting traitors 

When police come for me, peel out west in Vegas 

Riding or dying, niggas know I'm ridin wit iron 

Smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin and
eyein 

My pockets is fat, y'all accounts is on Slim Fast


I'm 20, with 20s on the M Class 

Just gimme head, it won't switch your hairdo out 

We aint tryin to hear you out, we tryin to air
you out 

Make y'all rush into stores, and clear Clue out 

Bout to put cameras in the truck, take them
rearviews out, what nigga 


CHORUS