Thug Poet

Uh

Uh huh

You know what this is

I'm a let 'em run around one more time

I drop sumpin' on y'all

It's like it's like

What's it like

My microphones and glock nine

Black I'm dipped in that

The beats my mask jam you for the platinum you have

Run it the illest watch me become it

I'm here and took it ebola like straight to the wig

Speak truth like kids tell you what you don't know

Kobe yeah he's real with the flow

Kick in the door wavin' the flow flow

All you heard was stop can't take the hits no more

Ha didn't know I had your block on swat

I'm cia y'all nuttin' but beat cops

I rock like my ma's maiden name is *******

Place you on my a fiend list and pay you cane

Think you can handle not get stripped when you rock

Think again you find you lost your mind and judgement

My confidence springs from watching y'all fall

Aw forced to hustle rap ain't ya'll

I'm a hop in your brain tell you whatchu thinkin'

Yes that's him speakin' but that ain't him writin'

So cold I put the ice in nicest

You too broke to pay attention

My style is priceless

If you say murder that means I'm a thug poet

If I say my mind kills that means I'm a thug poet

If I say that I'm a flock that means I'm a thug poet

And when I lay it down it makes me a thug poet

Thanks and dues for the gank and tanks of booze

Shanks and tools it's the gangstas langston hughes

My poems' about broken homes and jesus peices

**** as the popes in rome

Poetical feel thug overtone it's like what holmes

Bring her home we both go bone

Pre caught thoughts flow in a sober zone

My life style chromosomes frauds hope to clone

The crack lust black dust and the gat bust

The claps the lackluster memoirs of the black hustler

Condos beemers fine hoes coke bags toe tags john does

Fiends skitzin in the plain of day it's plain as day

It's hard to reach this mil god anyway

Money green backdrop painted gray

Maaan rubber gripped on that rainy day

Peep the way I came to play

One aim in the game reign and stay

Abstain or stray from objective insane to say

You just don't know I'm two ticks from blowing a hole through music

But I'm mourning pen's pouring hen for the street wise

Who met their end

Cause I know beneath the **** highs and gin dimmed

Eyes and skin died some of our wisest men

Until the skies ascend

I pray for the day we see you rise again through the

Nas broady

Thug poet street analyst is this the

Thug poet hustlers bang out to

Thug poet flows for your block hip hop

Thug poet

Thug poet

Aiyyo everybody know 50 ain't know how to act

I run up on cats with gats and aluminum bats

Y'all got fat while we starved it's my turn

**** I done felt how a slug burned I still won't learn

****** in the hood a tell ya 50 crazy

I had your moms screamin' they done shot my baby

Son I yap your shine I clap the nine I slap you

I'm that one of them ****** you wanna **** with

I spit the **** that make ya keep listenin'

Keep my wrists glistenin'

I left ****** alone and they still think I'm dissin' 'em

I'm on some new **** s type baby blue ****

****** talk behind my back but don't do ****

I ain't looking for love duke I'm looking for respect

I leave you with options like die or hit the deck

I'm a thug poet you know what I came for the dough

Clap clap y'all ****** get the **** on the floor floor

Thug poet