I'm A Thug

Yeah yeah

This is a money-motivated song, man, right?

If you're allergic to paper

You might not fit in when niggaz gon' have do a caper, man

Yeah We ain't allergic to paper, man

So we gon' try to turn you niggaz around, man

Yamean? Yeah

We gon' try to motivate y'all to get your money

Cause we money-motivators [Verse 1: Dubee]

The way I steer up out this here bitch, so detrimental how a

PS real click with that double r [? ] partner 530,

I'm dirty, hate to say it

Represent turf tight and tight with major players

With mo' seasoning, suckers be sneakin in the circle

Urkle niggaz soakin every line, still ain't with the verbals

Get to hoppin hurdles like

Jesse Owens in the fast

Return-type tactics so quick shakin that past

In they entourage bitches be hazy like the samurais

Get the mullah, stay savage and suave

Now is that savage?

Well certainly

Still I keep it global

Multiple skyscraper paper, unknown total

Who we? Who that be?

Dubee, ask your peoples

I leave Sasqwatch footprints and keep it off the heezo

Cizzo please, it ain't no need in hawkin

Ain't no please believe,

I breathe [? ] back - yamean? [Chorus]

The way I feel about loot

Ooh, it ain't no doubt about it

I'm a thug [Verse 2: PSD]

Say how you do, sir?

Well, everything is everything, how 'bout you, brah?

Man, I'm tryin to get my paws on some loot, sir

If it ain't scratch it ain't shit, how 'bout you, sir?

Yeah that's the truth, brah

Say I'm a natural, call me 7-11

Playboy, it's factual,

I stay high as the heaven

I'm like the castle

On the chess boards slide front to backwards

Up and down, side to side, boy, we at this

Me, Dre and

Dubee savages in the masses

They call my type of people roguish-ass bastards

I pull a babe in and tell her flip the matress

And get the cash quick

Now player listen, this ain't no test of your broadcast system

Them niggaz

PSD and them be comin with em

It ain't no puzzle how

I feel about my scrillas

Gotta feed my chil'ens [Chorus] [Verse 3: Mac Dre]

At the building, chilling, living anxious

Waitin for this bitch to deliver some papers

The same routine every day

Get hit then

I split the

Chevrolet

The 4 15's shake the mirror

When the E

B's quake couldn't sound no clearer

Feelin so cool in my old school

Ain't trippin off a bitch,

I need some mo' loot

Oh, you ain't know you better check my file

I get stupid doo-doo dumb, don't sweat the style

Me and my niggaz represent the real

Don't think we kill?

Bet a 100 dollar bill

I'm a leave a body, no leads or clues

Clepto committee, bitch, we some fools

Killas for the scrilla, sucker, can't you tell?

The real motherfuckers representin

Vallejo