What A Thug About Lyrics - The Truth - Beanie Sigel

(Verse 1) 

Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla 

I'm out for the skrilla 

Face it ain't no replacement for this killa 

Keep your hands where I can see em 

Don't make me nervous 

This 4-4 auto mat 

U don't deserve this shit 

Kids either don't make me make u a believa 

I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater 

I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig 

Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib 

And I want everything not just some of the shit 

Got niggas comin home at night like you son of bitch 

Nigga done took me off yeah you shook and soft 

You can't blink around no crook 

One look you lost 

Niggas'll find your bitch to find your bricks 

See if you love your bitch or you love your chips 

4-4 snub shit sendin slugs to the whip 

Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug shit 

(Chorus)x2 

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Yo what you really know what a thug about 

Locked up in the bing no grub about 

On the block doin your thing slingin drugs about 

Tell me what you really know what a thug about 

(Verse 2) 

A true thugs speads his game linked up in bubble 

While niggas stay in one lane like the lincoln tunnel 

I refuse to limit my game to one hustle 

I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle 

I know how to play cee-lo set it off like cleo 

Ain't no tellin first union or mellan 

First nigga that move put two up in his melon 

>From the 9-2 emberetem parabellum 

And I run through cats 

I'm a true gun cat 

One nickel 

One black 

Who want that 

I done schooled my youngins 

Gave tools to my youngins 

Broke food wit my youngins 

Broke rules wit my youngins 

Spark my way outta shit and had bad run in's 

Talked my way outta shit and near death come in 

Real thugs do what they want say what they feel 

They never front they keep it real 

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(Verse 3) 

Niggas claim to be thugs you real fuckin suckas 

Quick ass runnin good fuckin duckas 

Obey the rules when my glock unloads 

Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll 

Duck behind cars hide behind poles 

Know I live by the code anything goes 

Real thugs stand up straight they never fold 

And they don't know shit if anything ever blows 

Thugs don't wanna talk shit out 

They wanna spark shit out 

Till the cops come an chalk shit out 

Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta 

Face off like Cage and Travolta 

If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya 

Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya 

Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya 

Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta