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My definition of a thug nigga
I played the cards I was given
Thank God I'm still livin'
Pack my 9 till it's time to go to prison
As I'm bailin' down the block
That I come punk (?)
Still gotta pack a gun
In case some young muthafuckas wanna play dumb
I guess I live life forever jugglin'
But I'll be hustlin' till the early morning
'cause I'm strugglin'
Like drinkin' liquor
Make the money come quicker
Gettin' pages from my bitches
Time to dick her
I ain't in love with her
I just wanna be the one to hit her
Drop off and let the next nigga get her
That's the way it goes
It's time to shake a hoe
Make the doe
Break a hoe when it's time to make some mo'
I keep my finger on the trigga of my Glock Ridin' down the block
Lickin' shots at the punk ass cops
And spittin' game through my mobile phone
The type of shit to get them hoes to bone
My definition of a thug nigga
(Chorus x3)
Tis the season to be servin'
What you doin'?
Mob-Mobbin' like a muthafucka
Well, I roll with a crew of zoo niggas
Quick to pull a 9 when it's time to do niggas
Comin' thru
Like I'm two niggas
A true nigga fuck a zig zag
Roll me a blunt and pass the brew nigga
I'm drivin' drunk on the freeway
So take it easy
Lookin' for a new face to skeez man
Everybody lookin' for a nut
But I'm searching for the big bucks
Give a fuck
Rather die than be stuck
In a one room shack and
Kickin' back daydreaming with the 9 in my lap
So how's that from the mind of a thug nigga
Bought a fo' five cuz I heard that the slug's bigger
Figure the first muthafucka to jump
'll find hisself getting swept off his feet by the pump
I put that on my moms
Word to the muthafuckin' trigga
Before I go broke I'll be a drug dealer
A thug nigga
(Chorus x3)
Tis the season to be servin'
What you doin'?
Mob-Mobbin' like a muthafucka
Short than a muthafucka
Snatched up by one-time
Make a phone call and be back to ball by lunchtime
So here we go
We in the inner city
I keep my hand on my gat and stay cool
My attitude is shitty
Niggas don't like me cuz I'm making ends
Roll in a Benz and I blaze a blunt
'Cause I'm all in
And any nigga trying to take what I got
'll hafta deal with the 16 shot Glock
Huh, so here we go
I can't be faded
Happy than a muthafucka
Finally made it
Got my money in my pocket
Finger on the trigga
And I ain't takin' shit from no niggas
I'm just tryin' to make some money aight
Put some muthafuckin' food in my tummy right
I'm feeling good like I'm s'posed to
Ready to ball
Find a spot and we can serve 'em all
My definition of a thug nigga.
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DJ Tiesto : Beautiful things
Got up early, found something's missing
my only name.
No one else sees but I got stuck,
and soon forever came.
Stopped pushing on for just a second, then nothing's changed.
Who am I this time, where's my name?
I guess it crept away.
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No one's calling for me at the door.
And unpredictable won't bother anymore.
And silently gets harder to ignore.
Look straight ahead, there's nothing left to see.
What's done is done, this life has got it's hold on me.
Just let it go, wha-
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t now can never be.
I forgot that I might see,
So many beautful things.
I forgot that I might need,
to find out what life could bring.
Take this happy ending away, it's all the same.
God won't waste this simplicity on possib....
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