This is a song about "Thug unit"

Are they gon' pay us and will they make it rain? yup

Out with the homies, cuz shorty wanna be a thug

Like a whole police k-9 unit filled with basset hounds,

To read for seven pounds, you must release several pounds

You no good like a stripper with a "a" cup

Forget it i'm done with being a so called "thug",

But with the thug life comes

Lately been writing poems

Go to college, get a job, marry, have a kid

Now my homie's in the hospital with a breathing unit,

Your not a thug but your a bitch

Man but this ain't no sign language

Treated like dirt, living like a thug

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Ambition, pardon my ambition

Seduced by vision of thug livin'