Although my body's in the u.s my heart's there
And blacks are lazy thugs on crazy drugs and welfare,
Stack up your funds like a million bucks
Great steeple in place to rest thugs
And yo young thugs be actin like tupac,
The beggars can't borrow, the record sales drop
Smashing geeks with passion
Gin makes me sin
Cause in the end girl you’re gonna want another round, another round
The ol' mc's used to be thugs and niggas, who knew what life was all about//
I move rock on the block with my glock and thugs
Amen, they say you only live once
Don't murder me murder me, killa a nigga in his sleep
We beefed as freaks and geeks, needed leashes, beasts unleashed,
Stay gold, stray old, maturing means that your life sucks
Forty mental slugs for these corny gental thugs
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