Menace

Artist: marvaless f/C-bo, luni coleone, ak
Album: Ghetto Blues 2001
Song: Thug Niggaz
Typed by: Seasideplayer@Hotmail.com

[Chorus C-bo]
We thug niggas drug dealers gunning them down
Buck all forever boss running them down
Got to sweep with a thirteen copping a hundred a pound
It's westside niggas running the town running the town

[C-Bo]
So from being a dumper my fo being a jumper
And I dump on anything moving when I'm enemy persuing
You niggas wanna die we ride tonight high as a kite
We frying tonight I watch my back and my front
When my enemies dump I stay strapped with a pump
Cuz I ain't trying to be slump
I poped the trunk on these niggas make them handle they business
Before I'm down thanking five having the
LORD as my witness I strike a rolo and bagget it down
And never to set it down from sac town to stockton
Know for chasing my cheddar down
Khakis chuck tee's hundred fit for hopping
Out a hundred thousand dollar whip
We pulling trains on a fast pace fuck niggas that have thangs
Were doing some of the baddest things
Hanging with the maddest gangs thugs moving caine
Crossing chains that bling bling fuck a body guard we hitting
Them hard like bing bing

[Chorus C-bo 2x]
We thug niggas drug dealers gunning them down
Buck all forever boss running them down
Got to sweep with a thirteen copping a hundred a pound
It's westside niggas running the town running the town

[Luni coleone]
It's mad thug what you in fo kicking bitches in the head
Riding with my pistol it's war time give me mine
Wassup nigga me and bo loc hopping at the low life like ha nigga
I'm self made like my crew I shoot for the loot
Bling bling like the real on my coupe
It's real you niggas wanna fuck with me
Bring an army I wear khakis sleeve fuck armani's

[ak]
See me at the top of my game and pop you to your dame
I dedicate this one to my niggas copping the thangs
Hoppin in planes making them see in the rain
Change cloths when we cop in the range
At the park and in the clubs we don't dance we boogie
I'm a bully with a fully under my jonny blaze
I represent the m.o.b. you just a family man
Watch me hurt muthafuckas like the candy man

This is the season to be on the west is cracking and pimping
Niggas stacking ain't no need to be mad at them
When we tag them having thinking shit was cool fools
Use automatic tools rules never loose just some police
In the back streets be all up in some shit cuz we shooting some heat
Never last these past suckers smashing for mines
With all this gangster shit I know they hate this shit against
The real for real we build houses on the hill fifty blunts
Take what I want from jump regulate faded and fucked smacked
Like the homie dutch smack me on my clutch now my real
Thug niggas down to ride for this
I told you many knock up ways to smoke a blunt side to this
Get hight to this me and my homies engage two thousand and ones
Watch this shit for the funds watch you run