Thuggin' Forreal Video (MV)

(Lil Kel on the beat nigga)

I just got a drop on the opps, his bitch told me where he sleep at
And told me where the shootas' creep at
He keep playin' with my top, waitin' on me for to drop
But that ain't never finna happen because my .45 ain't never on lock
Told cuh' out his gloves on, we going in
Deuce-Deuce in my shoe, .45 on my waist
F*ck nigga, who wan' play?
I'm tryna kill that nigga today
Dressin' in all black like I'm in a school play, but that ain't what it is
I'm finna shoot up a club today
And I feel like Sarah a snake, but I still love her so I can't kick her out the way

My gun got the key to my heart
I just wanna see it spark
Bitch, we'll kick yo' door, rob the store
Y'all niggas already know
We thuggin' forreal, bitch we don't know chill
Dig up yo' grave, and pay yo' bill

Young nigga smokin' black and milds been stressin'
Bitch I been pressin'
So don't be dumb!
'Cause if you f*ck with me, ima leave you slum
All this thuggin' got me offin'
All this smokin' got me coughin'
I just freestyle, I ain't even gotta write
This shit right on my brain, that's what you get when you live through a whole lotta' pain
I know you can see this pain in my eyes, I know you can hear this pain in my voice
F*ck, I don't got no rejoice
In the studio by myself, I don't need no friends
Everybody fake
I just wanna cruise around in a Benz
And my niggas some convicted felons, steady grippin' they weapons
On probation, and still steppin'
We don't play by the rules, we just play with our tools
But if the opps pull first, we ain't got shit to lose
We get it straight out the mud, we ain't no scrub
We just from the hood, tryna get goods
Tryna get dummy rich, and f*ck on yo' bitch
I fell in love with Sofi, but she ain't really know me
When she got to know me, she left me and it really broke me
But I gotta stand tall
Keep thuggin' and won't never fall
Like KD, ima get money and ball
And when that bitch want me back, I ain't gone answer her call
Because I'm too raw
If she loud with me ima slap her
If she tryna f*ck ima clap her
I don't give a f*ck 'bout no dog ass hoe, like Oliver Queen ima wrap my bow
This street shit all I really know
Gun up on my waist, vest up on my chest
Waitin' on the next victim to take the test
I pray to God that I put that nigga to rest
Like ima vet at rappin' ima ride the beat, and bring straight heat
And that one nigga pussy
He tried me, but he ain't wan' fight me
So I started talkin' to his sister
She even called me her mister
And I'm thuggin' forreal, you can't try me like ima Bil' Bil' Bil'
Or I'll punch you in yo' shit and send you flying down the hill
And send the Russian for to get the kill

That's it?
Mane y'all got me f*cked up
I ain't even know the beat was over
Jhit keep playin' with my top