Thug Stories

Thug stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard

This nigga was ballin' y'all, big house driveway full of cars

This nigga would pull up in brand new

Caddies, packed-up full of broads

Bossin', flossin', all his ghetto superstar

Until some young niggaz decided they was gon' pull his card

And one night when he came home, they was in the bushes in his yard

As soon as he pulled up, they jumped out the bushes

And let out off they ammunition, but they didn't hit him, they missed him

So homie ducked and rose backed up buckin' off his shit

And hit one of them niggaz back off in the skillet

Left him with his wig-split and one of the niggaz

He dropped his gun and started to run

As soon as he took one step, that nigga was done, done, he was done

He took a shot to the abdomen as he blasted the last one

He'll survive it, but they won't be alive to tell that

Thug story livin' in the city is really no nuts, no glory

No nuts, no glory

Thug stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

We come with the ones, we come with the guns

We come with the heat that go bang!

Backin' them brains, deep in the hood

It still is an everyday thang, shit

Just last week, a nigga was comin' from work

To feed his kids

Got caught in the crossfire

We couldn't take the shit he did

Always the innocent feelin' the losses in the ghetto

And if you're from here, you probably is a rebel

That been through some shit, seen some shit you couldn't bear

Only a few make it out, niggaz dead or in jail

I figured that

I would just give you my story

Forever I'm thuggin', it's the only thang for me

Been shot, stabbed, kicked, punched, every night, gettin' drunk

Prove I'm not a punk, sellin' my llell on the first of the month

Smokin' sherm, sticks and blunts, known for layin' niggaz down

Anything you want,

I'll get it,

I'ma claim the whole town

I'm a nigga, you's a nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggaz

Wouldn't you like to be a nigga too?

We got some, we got some

Thug stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

I remember hustlin' down on the corner, that's what thugstas do

Then it got too hectic, wanted my money got all my own crew

Why work so hard, let these other niggaz stack mine up

And snatch shit?

Everything was good at the few licks

But niggaz got greedy, aw shit

Recruited the law, that's when, thangs went downhill

All she had to do was swipe his keys

Dump 'em and put 'em right back there

But I guess he seen her, 'cause we got that heat

He was waiting right there, there, waitin' right there

Shots went out, everybody runs except baby girl

I, turn around to see your boy get one in baby girl

And we can't leave her, not like that, not like that

But damn,

I think she gone, here come the po-pos and we scrap

So we made our getaway, and had to lay low

But it ain't over, till one of us sees that crossroads

But damn,

Carmern comes right back, comes right back

Same old niggaz shot dead over six eight and craps, damn

Thug stories, you wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories

You wanna hear some thug stories?

We got some real thug stories