This is a song about "Being aginst thugs"

I hate when thugs die, so i let out a smug cry,

Tried to warn the little nigga either stop or die

And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,

This nigga, look at this fuckin' nigga lips, dog

Thugs slingin ice, rollin dice, whores with lice

Destined to win, get respect where i live

Ho, slut, no love, turn beef to cold cuts

Great steeple in place to rest thugs

Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks

I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs

Misled by mtv and bet, turning to thugs,

But most times darling the sequel sucks

Cause lord knows, for years i triedand all the other people on my block hate your guts

Addicted, no the fuck way not to drugs, but adapting to these rhyming thugs