For My Thugs lyrics

Artist  : Lil Flip 
Song : For My Thugs



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 f/ Trick Daddy



Lil Flip, Trick Daddy...



[Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x]

I'm doing this one for the thugs

And them boys down South, much love for the thugs
yes sir

For the thugs, and them boys in the city

Much love for the thugs, yes sir



[Lil Flip]

From city to city, state to state

Me and my niggaz on the road, trying to make this
cake

Cause if you don't work, you don't eat

So right now I'm in the studio, bringing the
heat

And I've been doing this rap thang, for a long
time

I went from flipping them dimes, to kicking them
rhymes

From one tat, to twenty five tats

I went from one sling shot, to twenty five
gats

And all I want, is twenty five placks

And if you want a show, I need twenty five
stacks

Fuck a dat, I got a playback machine

One mic one stage, and a ounce of green

And I'ma show you, how we do it down here

And if you ain't from round here, get the hell
from down here

And just kick off your shoes, and relax your
feet

It's Lil Flip, Trick Daddy and my boy Greg
Street



[Hook: Trick Daddy - 2x]



[Lil Flip]

When I'm thugging like Pac, when I'm hugging my
block

If you run to the cops, I'ma come with my
glock

If you play with my do', I'ma spray at your
hoe

So if the shit ever happen, don't act like you
ain't know

Cause I got niggaz on my team, that'll pop the
steal

And make your body disappear, like David
Copperfield

And I got family in Miami, that'll ride for
me

I got some homies in Atlanta, that'll die for
me

And I'm a pimp, so my hoes never lie to me

They get taped with my cane, and go fly for
me

So bring daddy his cash, so I can re-up quick

Then supply my customers, when I flood the
strip

Fuck a drought I got that work, like a booking
agent

I got bricks in the attic, and pounds in the
basement

And that's how we hustle, around my way

We living like Denzel, on Training Day, cause I'm
a thug



[Hook: Trick Daddy - 4x]



[Lil Flip]

I'm doing this for Houston, Dallas, College
Station

To all my young thugs, who still on probation

For my niggaz locked up, with no parole

And to whoever bought my tape, cause my shit went
gold

And we thugging, rolling on Dubs and

We valet, when we come to the club and

I stay strapped up, cause I got shot this
year

And I'm about to go quadruple, like Pac this
year

That's one million, two million, three million,
fo'

And after that, I'ma put red in the do'

So just kick off your shoes, and relax your
feet

And watch me put these hoes, on the ecstasy



Yeah nigga...