Thug Thang [Little Bruce] Lyrics

By Admin on January 3rd, 2008

Track: Thug Thang
Artist: Little Bruce (Feat. Big Syke, Mopreme, Kastro)
Album: [?]

Thug Thang [Little Bruce] Lyrics

Your, your head
[Little Bruce]
Yea, uh, Outlaw on the grind (West coast)
My nigga Shorty B (West coast)
Keep it bangin baby (West side)
Little Bruce (Thug life)
That nigga Big Syke gangsta (West side)
Mopreme gangsta
Young, Kastro ain’t gona stop baby
Listen to me
Yeah
[Big Syke]
From the cradle to the grave
There’s not a womb to the tomb
Too many assume that we was gone, carry on players
Dreams burning, nightmares prepare for thug invasions
Split the nation 95 thug life we’ll survive
You know why, we ain’t no rap group
Tired of these tricks in their slicky suits
Born a thug in a coup
Get the loot regroup the troops
Cause I got five, I got hit
Thought shit might stop
When my casket drop, mother fucker
Outlaw thug life, still breathing
Weaving in and out of traffic
Steady still clinging
So what can I do but load the glock and hit the block
Whistle .. no death threats non-stop
It’s hotter than fish grease with no peace, what I see
Murder and mayhem in a city, no pity
Grimy and gritty, if you find me, police behind me
It’s a thug thang
[Kastro]
It’s a thug thang, It’s a thug thang nigga
It’s like nothing but bad days
They can’t get worse
Without shit to spare
We nag her
We all hustle hard, dig dig in the dirt
Dirty as all hell
Hit your strip with a smirk
Who could have taught me better
Than what the struggle did
Now I’m a grown man
Still real, mama care
And I don’t seem to get, a single fuck it all
Drink till I’m stinkin purple
Them I’m screaming fuck em all
This game cool as fuck
But ain’t cool enough
To turn this stolen truck
Into some legal luck
And if it is, I’m the first to holla at that
Catch em back before the crack and yo’ as get capped
This ain’t the run of the mill
Nigga talk for a mil’
This here …. … to it
Keep it really real
So if you see me feel
Or let your gats rang
Cause I’m a thug for life doin this thug thang
[Chorus - Big Syke]
So let the bangers bang and slangers slang (bangers bang, slangers slang)
We doin our thug thang nigga (we doin our thug thang nigga)
We livin by the trigger ’til we gone (let the thugs carry on)
Let the thugs carry on yelling out fuck you nigga (fuck you niggaz)
So let the bangers bang and slangers slang (bangers bang, slangers slang)
We doin our thug thang nigga (we doin our thug thang nigga)
We livin by the trigger ’til we gone (let the thugs carry on)
Let the thugs carry on yelling out fuck you nigga (fuck you nigga)
[Verse]
See we blazing trails
Niggaz tuggin their tails
Execution of all plans to the smallest detail
All precisely with precision
and know a nigga not missing
We should be disappointed than giving a fuck
You see I make my moves and leave these haters stuck
Like the feeling that you get when you know you’ve fucked up
and your enemy came up
Hmm, now you get the picture
I keep my shit flowin like the mighty Nile River
Imitators make me chuggle, I laugh, then it hurts
Cause they know they seen a mother fucker putting in work
My privates please, seen more than my share of casualties
Yet it still a dynasty of niggaz headin to war
and it don’t appeal to you niggaz who don’t wana fight no more
Still roll with that thug thang nigga, for life
I’m screaming thug life in the name of Pac
On my block we slang rocks
and thug over knocks
Claiming .. city block
Turn it into a spot now its flaming hot with cash and swat
I need my cash and nots my niggaz flashing glots
Smash ‘n drops, slanging that ass ‘n hop
Fuck a cop, watch him drop like my top
and I’m sideways on the purple haze nigga blaze that
Chocolate tie got me high
mixed with a ..
Fuck being layed back
Nigga we gonna raid that
and we sprayed that
Left them niggas confused, traumatised, victims of a homicide
.. slippin on the West side ..
Gotta rest high as we glide and slide on the way to the penitentiary
Platinum murderer of the century
OG’s mention me where the tension be
Ain’t no pension for a G
Just .. and a casket
Hopefully the memory of how a nigga was blasted
So tell them busters fuck em
Write my name on the wall
Break my son about the hall
and teach em how to ball
Pounds and ki’s putting down with G’s
[Chorus - Big Syke]
So let the bangers bang and slangers slang (let my thugs slang)
We doin our thug thang nigga (we doin our thug thang nigga)
We livin by the trigger ’til we gone (let the thugs carry on)
Let the thugs carry on yelling out fuck you nigga (fuck you niggaz)
So let the bangers bang and slangers slang (we don’t give a fuck)
We doin our thug thang nigga (don’t give a fuck nigga)
We livin by the trigger ’til we gone (let the thugs carry on)
Let the thugs carry on yelling out fuck you nigga (fuck you nigga)
So let the bangers bang and slangers slang (this West side)
We doin our thug thang nigga (we doin our thug thang nigga)
We livin by the trigger ’til we gone (let the thugs carry on)
Let the thugs carry on yelling out fuck you nigga (fuck you niggaz)