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thug lordz – he ain’t a thug (50 cent diss) كلمات اغاني

[intro: c_bo]
yeah, n_ggas get popped up, take a few sh_lls
swear they gangsta

[verse 1: c_bo]
these n_ggas swear they gangsta, since they got shot up
and they spoke of hot bullets every sentence they brought up
but you slip, you get caught, that’s the rules of the game
cruisin’ a lane, get popped up, sn_tched and chopped up
k!llifornia the realest, put guerillas on ya
seattle to san diego, up outta arizona
i’m rushin’ wit a k while patrolling my compound
rushin’, bustin’ you haters with bullеts that weigh a pound
thug lordz bullies with fullies n_ggas don’t play around
drug lord, n_gga i pull thе fullies and lay ya down
the king of the street school, i’m runnin’ this playground
if you was smart you’d be cool, stop frontin’ and lay it down
i ain’t the type to even funk with ya p_ssies, my bodak’s in lock, from a mile’ll make your forehead mushy
i rambo off in this jungle homie, so don’t push me
i go lynch by the inch and put one off in ya b_tch p_ssy
i’m the one the g_ngb_ngers, salute with the blue rags
swooped up in the blue duce, juiced up with the blue rag
it’s gangsta homie, i get it thanks to homie
i’m on hundred block hood with it, i bank you 40’s n_gga

[chorus: yukmouth & silverback guerillaz]
i got shot nine times
that n_gga need a hug
i got beat up at the club
that n_gga need a hug
look at my spinnin’ piece cuzz
that n_gga need a hug
that n_gga ain’t no gangsta (really)
that n_gga ain’t a thug
i really got shot nine times
that n_gga need a hug
i got stabbed in the gut
that n_gga need a hug
but still look at my g_unit cuzz
that n_gga need a hug (yeah)
that n_gga ain’t no gangsta
that n_gga ain’t a thug
[verse 2: yukmouth]
who shot ya?
separate the snitches from the mobsters
who run these streets regime elite
50
b_tch n_gga f_ck that bickerin’ beef
put a in hole in ya chest the size of that spinnin’ piece
when yuk bust in it’s like sasquatch feet
thunder and blaaaat crack the concrete (yea)
slugs spin at dre, teflons for mobb deep
cross me, i c_ck heat and put ya noodles on the pah seat
ayo pac we still ballin’, in the sl on bravos
double xl my dollars like the magazine
n_ggas get shot up then they holla at the magazines
y’all ain’t thuggin’ ’cause he got lit wit a f_ckin’ magazine
and live to talk about it (what)
wrote a cut about it (what)
n_ggas beef, n_ggas get shot don’t gives a f_ck about
this n_gga need a hug (need a hug)
you ain’t no f_ckin’ thug (you ain’t a f_ckin’ thug)
you don’t be sellin’ drugs (drugs)
you don’t be bustin’ slugs (b_tch!)
you surrounded by state troopers
and bulletproof vests and bulletproof jeeps so n_ggas can’t shoot ya
but come to the west that won’t protect ya from the ruger
my goon squad’ll hit ya [?] heart wit techs and dukas
stop whining n_gga or stop rhymin’ (stop rhymin’)
stop snitching on n_ggas and stop crying (stop cryin’)
you n_ggas never gon’ be realer than pac
and i got b_tches from the block better than vivica fox
ugh
[chorus: yukmouth & silverback guerillaz]
i got shot nine times
that n_gga need a hug
i got beat up at the club
that n_gga need a hug
look at my spinnin’ piece cuzz
that n_gga need a hug
that n_gga ain’t no gangsta (really)
that n_gga ain’t a thug
i really got shot nine times
that n_gga need a hug
i got stabbed in the gut
that n_gga need a hug
but still look at my g_unit cuzz
that n_gga need a hug (yeah)
that n_gga ain’t no gangsta
that n_gga ain’t a thug

[verse 3: domination]
you ain’t a gangsta, n_gga ya speakin’ too much
and your name ring bells in the precinct too much
wanted for questioning, how come we never see you in cuffs
you a k!ller? where’s the action? i ain’t seeing enough
look sonny, (50) i don’t respect you or your money
plus them clowns you run with n_gga (banks, buck) they sweeter than honey
i’m g’d up
in the hood with the guns you pose on covers with
hollows’ll tear ya vest to shreds, i bet you f_ckin’ quit
frontin’, ’cause everybody like you wit a vest on
n_gga you need a face mask level four teflon
n_ggas don’t respect you, you gotta be kiddin’
just keep ya mouth shut and be happy you livin’
gettin’ shot don’t make you superman, it make you a victim
[bang em smurf talking]
yea, n_gga, guerilla gang n_gga
ny to cali n_gga
we ridin’ on this c_cksucker, n_gga
guerilla gang west coast mafia
big swing
ride on these b_st_rds

[verse 4: big swing]
get it correctly
i’m talkin’ to 50 directly (yo)
you used to come through my block on a bike to check me
i’ma problem, you tried to forget me huh
and i don’t care ’bout all them times you’ve been shot
you just lettin’ me know your weak spots
and banks could do my adlibs, buck could beat_box
50 know that’s my flow he got
i’m big swing
yo i come through with the pump like reebok
put 21 to your chest like [?]
now i’m in cali and [?] with t_tops
roll with straight hood n_ggas, man you need cops
i’m blowin’ kush, you blowin’ bush, [?] pop
everywhere they go, they say “big swing’s hot”
you hatin’ me, i’m everything that he’s not
i bet them n_ggas go broke when he flop
come on

[outro: ?]
yea, yo, yo what’s up cuzz
i, i mean blood
n_gga this 50 cent man
check out my g_unit piece, n_gga you see how this sh_t spins
n_gga 2004 i’ma come with the spinnin’ earrings n_gga
and the uh
motherf_ckin’ bulletproof new york yankees hat
’cause the n_ggas in queensbridge been on a motherf_cker head man
give a n_gga a break man
you know what i’m sayin’, a n_gga down on bendin’ knee
you know, and i been out in l.a., you know what i’m sayin’
for so long a n_gga gon’ start crip walkin’ around this motherf_cker man
i’m, i’m chillin’ wit the bloods you know what i’m sayin’
the crips n_gga ’cause, i don’t know what the f_ck i wanna do here, you know i’m sayin’
gibe a n_gga a 8 ball or sumthin’ man
yuh, yo, where, where vivca at man, you know i’m sayin’
ah a, let me l!ck your booty baby
you know they say i’m s_xy now
g_g_g, g, g, motherf_cker, aight
i’m out

- thug lordz

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