Thug Boyz (feat. Eearz & Cory Gunz)

作曲：Project Pat

作词：Project Pat

This baby

**

Please you ain't got you no business in these streets

Out here is a grown man business and we play for

Keeps your respect

To get the ** kids up out the streets

Bullets got no name don't make my young ** unlock

All you rats claiming shooters man really need to stop

Smart ** play with mine gone get his ** shot

Bad cost got with his girl ** got popped

When I pulled out then you know I got the sloppy top

I'm the preacher to the choir the ones in the trenches

You motherfucking lames don't understand

Stay on the benches

A thirsty broke man looking at my ice

The wrist

** around ain't gon' get shot off in this **

I keeps a revolver for a sticky situation

No shells ** up the police investigation

My little ** gang bang tats on they faces

But you'll never see him

Cause they got mask on they faces

Patta ** ** I'm tryna make a flip

A plot up on a ** bag

Looking for a lick the bang

All you stupid ** ** talk a lot of **

Aye but a ** like me I'm getting to the

I was

Heading on

Corner with them thug boys

I can't hold my own weight like a ** lord

Ain't no shooter what you gotta break the pump for

Don't make dollars

Don't make sense so what you come for

** please

You ain't got you no business in these streets

Obvious of gloom and business and we play for

Keeps your respect

To get the ** kids up off the streets

Bullets got no name

Don't make my young ** unleash

** think it's sweet

My youngest play for keeps

They running dimming with the sweeps

Fronting with you speak

All the mum and tongue and cheek

The thunder drumming till it's squeak

I've been on the road time

Me running for the butter line

Me humming till it's stutter

Try me if you wanna suffer

I glitch a homie feel the buffer

Don't get hung over the five place

I'm popping one of your cabin

That's a stock and stuff a drama I can

Part of me

You split up head up rip them zip up on the street

And get this ** up for the clip up

Clip up on repeat

That mommy screaming praying lord why they took my boy

I ain't hard to find every time they spotted cory

I was hanging on the corner with them thug boys

I can't hold my own weight like a ** lord

Ain't no shooter what you gotta fake the pump for

Don't make dollars don't make sense

So what you come for

** please you

Ain't got you no business in these streets

Out here it's a groom and business and we play

If it keeps you'll be spent

To get the ** kids up out the streets

When it's got no name

Don't make my young ** unleash