The Thug In Me (Dedicated to Tupac Shakur: R.I.P.)

Artist: Spice 1 Album: The Black Bossalini Song: Tha Thug in Me Intro: Yeah, I heard niggas out here talking major shit you dig But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk" Cause you know I whup his motherfuckin ass Chorus: Niggas be muggin me, Don't show no love for me Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me Now when I walk on by, niggas be muggin me Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me Now if your ho come knockin at my door, she Must want a thug ass nigga for sure Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper 24 motherfuckin 7, a nigga havin it major Now we can do this like playas Or we can hop into some gangsta shit Niggas be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your bitch I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see I had to pistol whip the nigga because he knows who we are We the niggas with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller She fucked with the shot caller now Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigga Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night And when a nigga goes to your jaw you don't attempt to fight You playa hate daily, talkin the shit on the ace But you a bitch cause you never talk the shit to my face Chorus 2X I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy Heavy in the game But about four five different ghetto names I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart I can't be changed I've been breaking these niggas down from the start I'm hearing shit up in the streets man, niggas is crazy I've been serving them dope fiends on that block Since you was babies And the world is yours, nigga you can have it all But if you talk bad on this G ass nigga you'll take a fall, blaaaow How many hoes want a nigga that get his ass kicked Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back I ain't the type to let no nigga jack me Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy Chorus 2X I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin right back I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack I'm strapped with two blacks, cuz I ain't the baller Who be out there slippin She understands niggas be playa hatin so she ain't trippin Saggy pants G-braids but nigga still out to get paid I'm keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made Shadetree niggas be tryin to get in my mix Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when I be burying tricks She seen me knock niggas out No I do walkbys No I put faulty ass niggas between them chalk lines See everybody be lookin when I be bailin, trailin indo smoke See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day But sucka ass niggas be all up in my way You're secure don't you worry bout a thang I got these two twin Glocks and when they cocked this is what they say Chorus 2X