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Spice 1 - Thug Poetry Lyrics



Spice 1 - Thug Poetry Lyrics
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Yeah, nigga
Game from the mind of some real motherf*ckin' thugs (thugs)
Fetty Chico up in this biatch (biatch)
Blow! (blow!)

You wouldn't believe all the shit I see
(Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug)
That's why I spit this thug poetry
(Walks like a thug, talks like a thug)
Clown like a thug, put it down like a thug
You wouldn't believe all the shit I see
(Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug)
That's why I spit this thug poetry
(Walks like a thug, talks like a thug)
Clown like a thug, put it down like a thug

Release me to the belly of the beast
The jungle made of concrete
Real niggas die in they sleep
The strong prey on the weak
We gets down from dusk till dawn
Like Quentin Tarantino, shakin' niggas up
In the neck like (Joe) Pesci in "Casino"
Fetty Chico bailin' in buckets with bullet holes
Caught up in drug wars
Use current from cargos
Too much drama in my past time (past time)
I swore when I got outta jail it was my last time (last time)
F*ck one time (ha ha ha ha)
Pants saggin', twisted up with the braids
Leave the house three in the mornin 'fore the drug unit raid
Get out the cemetery, visit my soldiers up in the grave
Tell 'em I miss the times when we used to get paid
Though I'm thugging without ya
Nigga, I ain't forgot about ya
Daily weapin' on some mob-style shit
And when survival is goin' around
Called the "thug disease"
Gettin' niggas like rats trapped in murder for cheese
It's thug poetry

[x2]
I'm just a thug (thug)
Yes, I'm only a thug (thug)
Walks like a thug (thug)
Talks like a thug (thug)
You wouldn't believe all the drama I see
That's why I spit the thug poetry (spit the thug poetry)

Ay, whats up
This is Saafir, mayn, check this out
I'm a tell you like this here, mayn
These thug niggas, mayn
Look, let me lace you with like thug poetry
But now, I'm a rider though
So I'm a keep it mackish just lead me to it
'Cause it's easy to do it, but it gotta be fluent
Oh shit, this is bangin'
Hangin' niggas with the microphone cord
That's my job without a rope (no)
Without a motherf*ckin' joke (don't laugh)
Nigga, I'm clean as f*ck without soap
Keep my poetry like get out ho (get out hoe)
Bustin' like a forty-four
Mr. motherf*ckin' no-no from that hobo
Junction is the westbound campaign
When I'm away from the camp, mayn
Rollin' solo, but stay loaded with slugs
'Cause ain't no love, ho, don't wear no diamond-studded glove
That superstar shit will get your ass put underground
Super-far trick (quick)
Like you fake ass niggas on some super hard shit
But never murdered
I'm a player that get braided up from the pussy
And never squirted (never)
That's game, I hope you heard it
'Cause I'm on a mad point, nigga
Spice Weezy serve it with some thug poetry

[x2]

I smash on niggas pullin' triggers
We leave 'em stressed
Never leavin' home without the medal plate in my vest
This is westside livin' (livin')
Hangin' out with the unforgiven
Different murders under they belt
But ain't nobody here trippin'
We're all felons in this motherf*cker
Dodgin' three strikes (strikes)
Niggas smokin' on that chronic weed leaf
Northern lights
Reminisce of the dead (dead)
Pourin' out a little liquor (liquor)
Got me drunk and passed out
With my fingers still on the trigger (trigger)
Havin' nightmares of killers tryin' to take off my dome (dome)
Wake up shookin' at bad dreams
Is my sanity gone? (gone)
I'm looking for a piece of my mind that was torn
When my homie stopped breathin' and died up in my arms
Thug poetry

I'm a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Walks like a thug, talks like a thug
I'm just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Bust like a thug, cuss like a thug
Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Smoke like a thug, chokes like a thug
I'm just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Ride like a thug, slide like a thug
Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Blast like a thug, smash like a thug
Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Drink like a thug, f*ck like a thug

Fetty Chico Shiznilty
Ebonic Sleezie
You know you kneezie
Rick Reezie
Bi-ay-itch (bi-ay-itch)
Bloow! (bloow!)
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Yeah, nigga
Game from the mind of some real motherf*ckin' thugs (thugs)
Fetty Chico up in this biatch (biatch)
Blow! (blow!)

You wouldn't believe all the shit I see
(Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug)
That's why I spit this thug poetry
(Walks like a thug, talks like a thug)
Clown like a thug, put it down like a thug
You wouldn't believe all the shit I see
(Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug)
That's why I spit this thug poetry
(Walks like a thug, talks like a thug)
Clown like a thug, put it down like a thug

Release me to the belly of the beast
The jungle made of concrete
Real niggas die in they sleep
The strong prey on the weak
We gets down from dusk till dawn
Like Quentin Tarantino, shakin' niggas up
In the neck like (Joe) Pesci in "Casino"
Fetty Chico bailin' in buckets with bullet holes
Caught up in drug wars
Use current from cargos
Too much drama in my past time (past time)
I swore when I got outta jail it was my last time (last time)
F*ck one time (ha ha ha ha)
Pants saggin', twisted up with the braids
Leave the house three in the mornin 'fore the drug unit raid
Get out the cemetery, visit my soldiers up in the grave
Tell 'em I miss the times when we used to get paid
Though I'm thugging without ya
Nigga, I ain't forgot about ya
Daily weapin' on some mob-style shit
And when survival is goin' around
Called the "thug disease"
Gettin' niggas like rats trapped in murder for cheese
It's thug poetry

[x2]
I'm just a thug (thug)
Yes, I'm only a thug (thug)
Walks like a thug (thug)
Talks like a thug (thug)
You wouldn't believe all the drama I see
That's why I spit the thug poetry (spit the thug poetry)

Ay, whats up
This is Saafir, mayn, check this out
I'm a tell you like this here, mayn
These thug niggas, mayn
Look, let me lace you with like thug poetry
But now, I'm a rider though
So I'm a keep it mackish just lead me to it
'Cause it's easy to do it, but it gotta be fluent
Oh shit, this is bangin'
Hangin' niggas with the microphone cord
That's my job without a rope (no)
Without a motherf*ckin' joke (don't laugh)
Nigga, I'm clean as f*ck without soap
Keep my poetry like get out ho (get out hoe)
Bustin' like a forty-four
Mr. motherf*ckin' no-no from that hobo
Junction is the westbound campaign
When I'm away from the camp, mayn
Rollin' solo, but stay loaded with slugs
'Cause ain't no love, ho, don't wear no diamond-studded glove
That superstar shit will get your ass put underground
Super-far trick (quick)
Like you fake ass niggas on some super hard shit
But never murdered
I'm a player that get braided up from the pussy
And never squirted (never)
That's game, I hope you heard it
'Cause I'm on a mad point, nigga
Spice Weezy serve it with some thug poetry

[x2]

I smash on niggas pullin' triggers
We leave 'em stressed
Never leavin' home without the medal plate in my vest
This is westside livin' (livin')
Hangin' out with the unforgiven
Different murders under they belt
But ain't nobody here trippin'
We're all felons in this motherf*cker
Dodgin' three strikes (strikes)
Niggas smokin' on that chronic weed leaf
Northern lights
Reminisce of the dead (dead)
Pourin' out a little liquor (liquor)
Got me drunk and passed out
With my fingers still on the trigger (trigger)
Havin' nightmares of killers tryin' to take off my dome (dome)
Wake up shookin' at bad dreams
Is my sanity gone? (gone)
I'm looking for a piece of my mind that was torn
When my homie stopped breathin' and died up in my arms
Thug poetry

I'm a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Walks like a thug, talks like a thug
I'm just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Bust like a thug, cuss like a thug
Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Smoke like a thug, chokes like a thug
I'm just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Ride like a thug, slide like a thug
Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Blast like a thug, smash like a thug
Just a thug, yes, I'm only a thug
Drink like a thug, f*ck like a thug

Fetty Chico Shiznilty
Ebonic Sleezie
You know you kneezie
Rick Reezie
Bi-ay-itch (bi-ay-itch)
Bloow! (bloow!)
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Writer: VICTOR SANTIAGO, MICHAEL ALLEN, EDWIN ALMONTE, ANTONIO BROWN, CHARLES E. DANIELS, JOHN THOMAS CRAIN, WILLIAM JOEL DI GREGORIO, FRED LAROY EDWARDS, CHARLES FRED HAYWARD, JAMES W. MARSHALL
Copyright: Lyrics © Sony/ATV Music Publishing LLC, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc., Universal Music Publishing Group

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