This piece was a divsion-clssification piece. Basically i had to write about many sides of one type of person wheter it be a judge, a basebal star or BO jAckson himself (Bo knows all sides of Bo) Enjoy!-----------~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~The Life of a Thug Or If Only I Were a Real Thug -------------------------------------------------------------- ------------------------------- ------------------------------- Living da thug-life ain’t as easy as it seems. You think thugz are hardcore an’ don’t have a care in da world, but ya’ll are wrong. There’s more to being a thug than meets da eye. There are many different sides to a thug, each one developed for one main reason but adapted to other reasoning’s. Like a quiet caring thug at a funeral or da same kinda thug comforting one of his bitches. Or da gangsta thug, who is quick to draw his nine-milli when he needs to, or to stick up fo’ one of his dawgz. As you can see I have plenty to explain to ya’ll so grab a forty, crank up a funky baseline and learn da basics of being a thug. First off, da best part of being a thug is the flashy side. If you’s a thug, ya’ll gotta have the bling. Da bling is anything from a platinum chain to da pimp hat. You see dis in most music videos on MTV. For example, Snoop Doggy Dizz-og has his pimp-wear, P-Diddy has his platinum rings, and Eminem wit his wide array of headbands an’ chains. Ya gotsta represent your crew or gang, so many thugz tend to wear their “stripes” or gang symbol wherever they go. Sometimes the nine-milli is all a thug needs. If you ain’t flashy, ya’ll ain’t a thug. Secondly, a thug has his hard side. Ya gotta show up for your boyz if someone is spitting on your flag, or frontin’ on ya grill. If ya’ll act all mushy an’ all no one will take ya seriously. Ya gotta show a hard side so ya’ll can be taken seriously. It’s even better if ya’ll have killed other thugz, cuz a thug killer is a hard-ass mothaf****er. That’s why I keep mentionin’ da nine-milli, cuz it’s a sign of greatness. Some punk could get up in yo’ grill and talk s*** on ya’ll all he wanted, but if ya have a nine, ain’t no-one standing in yo’ face. A thug without a hard side is like a frog wit’ no gills…yo’ need it to survive. Now a third side of a thug, like I mentioned above, is the soft side, or as I like to call it, da R. Kelly side. You need to turn on yo’ R. Kelly when ya being sexual wit’ yo’ bitch cuz yo’ bitch don’t want ya being all hard-ass on her. It just ain’t thug common sense. Ya’ll gotta know when to be serious. Also when one of yo’ thirteen kids is in the hospital, ya’ll gotta act like ya care, cuz whoever tha mom is, she ain’t gonna like yo’ bustin’ in the hospital with a nine acting like Denzel Washington in “John Q.”. An’ if yo visitin’ yo’ grandma, she don’t want ya being up on her grill just like ya’ll don’t want no punk on yours. Ya see, ya gotta think like everyone else is a thug. There is one side of a thug ya’ll don’t ever see, and when I say ever I mean EVER. That’s the childish/giggly side where you drop the hard-core badass walk and talk and start laughing a jokes Bob Sagat tells the crowd on “America’s Funniest Home Videos”. This side you save fo’ when you’s livin on yo’ an’ no-one is around. It’s against the thug code of common sense. Then there’s a side that is more common with Caucasian thugz than African-American Thugz, which I like ta’ call da “wannabe thug hiding act”. This is where a thug, or shall I say wannabe thug, turns on their normal side and talks, walks and acts according to their parents. I know my pops wouldn’t want me talking thug in da house. In fact, if I were a real thug I’d pop a cap in his ass, tell him to shut the hell up and take over supreme rule of the house, but that ain’t how it goes with a thug straight out the streets of Telford. It just ain’t like that yo. All hell breaks loose ever time I pop in a Dre album. Some parents just don’t understand thugz. Finally there is the talk of thug. Most of this paper is intentionally written in thug to get ya’ll familiar wit’ thug talk. First off, you is not a word in the thug language. Take notice of da “ya’s”, da “yo’s” an’ da “ya’ll’s”. Second of all words yo’ words must be compact and condensed so you can spit out crazy rhymes in da studio, or wherever. Third, ever other sentence must contain mothaf***er or some form of da word f***. It adds to the “hard-side” of a thug. Although this is a short description of da life of a thug, hopefully you have gathered enough to survive on da streets of this thug world. Hopefully I have inspired some of ya’ll to go and spit some lines to a beat and create a career of it. If I did, please send fifteen percent of all your total income to Just’n Wagna , 123 Thug Mansion Ct, Compton/Telford, Pa 18889. Peace ya’ll.