Kool G. Rap Lyrics: Thugs Anthem Lyrics

Kool G. Rap - Thugs Anthem

featuring Johnny 2 Gunz Pokaface

[Kool G. Rap]

Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot

For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?

For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot

For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot

For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?

For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot

For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

[Kool G. Rap]

Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula

Before I have to send these busters, just to warm you up

Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up

Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners

I can roll up all by myself and make a street close

Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose

Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow

You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low

Free to go, deeper than six feet low

This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die

Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize

we send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs

Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies

Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live

Chorus

Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot

For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?

For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot

For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew

[Johnny 2 Gunz]

Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical

Magnifico, money making myth in Mexico

You try to fuck me, yo, I'll bust you in your cherry whole

Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo

I felt the graces from the highs to the very low

One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes

Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals

Congressionals, street medal, award winners

Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow?

What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker

Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye

Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why?

While your souls floating over me, you owing me

You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me

Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty

Another faded memory, that's awful Bee

Cuz I'm still breathing steadily

[Pokaface]

You think that Pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up

And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up

You pointedly regret, I'll blaze you and your family up

You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up

Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't

Information's not to be given, making sure you won't

Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes
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