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1982 - thugathon 2010 lyrics
[intro]
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
show off, show off… (ahhhh_!)
yeah, yeah!!
termanolo_gy! s, t!
mo p’s!
[verse 1: lil’ fame]
yeah, f_izzay, m_izzay, block hugger sh_t
that ol’ gutter sh_t, f_ck all that other sh_t
these n_ggas soft with them whack_ass love songs
them and they baby moms cut ’em with, suck a d_ck
who you f_ckin with? y’all ain’t f_ckin with jamal
y’all see how i’m up in this b_tch, and i got my rubber on
if you really wanna thug it, c’mon_!
f_ck it we can thug it let’s turn this b_tch into a thugathon
my street cred is good f_ck goin in my account
i can get your head popped off with no money down
that one_eight_seven is the hometown’s favorite
inhale the gunsmoke that’s the fo’_pound fragrance
{_inhales deeply_} and your lp was upset
shoulda named that sh_t “press eject”
so apologize to your fans for the disrespect
it’s mo p’s, and s_t, n_gga we gets respect
c’mon, it’s the thugathon!
[verse 2: billy danze]
yo, what the f_ck is you n_ggas staring at, yeah i’m back
please give me a target to squeeze and flame these flares at, sh_t
hand full of get back, b_tch yeah (that’s that sh_t)
it’s the thugathon, n_gga (come on)
easy when you slide in, i’m with them live men
on the back block of solitary confinement
have the crack spot on the line with the linesmen
(this is a gangsta’s whip) you g’d up then climb in
when the police roll, it seem like a stray_off
to wall street, filling in for bernie madoff
it’s called deep beyond street, a n_gga played ball
baggy fitteds and sharp crease, a n_gga stayed raw
i’m still vill, y’all know burk
(he don’t know how to do nothing outside of putting in work)
f_ck how y’all feel (the boy real), come up in the dirt
(where they don’t know how to do nothing outside of putting in work)
[verse 3: termanology]
it’s the remix, ’82, that street sh_t
and we stick bottles in b_tches that eat d_ck
mo_p, st, og’s
cocaine, ecstasy and o.c’s
i stick a heroin needle in my arm like it’s legal
roemello in sugar hill, more like ginger in casino
i’m running this sh_t, my way like carlito
it’s that nicario micario, pump poison and diesel
i’m for murder mass, i brought the murder marx boys
so make the wrong move, get murked with mass con
pistol whip, strip, another sad song
we stash ron, and look for haters to mash on
gangs in new york, and goons and goblins
the po’ come around my hood and i’ma rob em
godfather, gooned out, joe pesci
the mo’ guns i got that mean the mo’ messy
blaow_!
[scratches: statik selektah]
“who that?” “m.o.p”
“who that?” “termanology”
“who that?” “statik selektah”
“let ’em know”
“82” “and lil’ fizzy”
“from b.k. pah where we still bang biggie”
“right now bye_bye”
“showoff, showoff” “it’s the world renowned”
[outro: lil fame]
it’s the thugathon!
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