Gotta Be A Thug Lyrics - Singles - Fabolous

Come on 

Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it 

Niggas can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted 

For Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it 

I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard 

Got enough chips to bribe you wit' it 

Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted 

I'm the type that gets tried and acquitted 

If my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the four five and spit it 

Then niggas run to the precinct and describe who did it 

Come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted 

I got niggas on my side committed 

To leave you and the driver splitted 

With your brain inside your fitted 

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Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a five BM 

Puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim 

Operate with more chips than IBM 

Fuck with me, you make the news at five PM 

If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs 

If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs 

If I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs 

If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug 

No info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood 

If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs 

If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love 

If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug 

Niggas don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things 

Swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames 

Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussein 

Catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain 

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I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name 

Niggas want it, when you wave firearms their views change 

End up havin' to move they moms to Ukraine 

Get ADT alarms and new names 

What's come in the club, under each arm is two dames 

Buyin' bottles of Dom with his loose change 

Niggas hate me now 'cause I catch the eyes of dimes 

Flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes 

Ride through windows low, rims pokin' off the wheels 

I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils 

Shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel 

Niggas love the band, but the bitches open off the grill 

If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs 

If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs 

If I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs 

If it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug 

No info, if I'm leakin' it gotta be blood 

If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs 

If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love 

If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug 

I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters 

Hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators 

Hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators 

Bed ridden talkin' to investigators 

Now these ladies will do anything just to date us 

'Cause we skate around on ice like escapaders 

Dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters 

When police come for me, fly West to Vegas 

Ridin' or dyin', niggas know I'm ridin' with iron 

Smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in 

My pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast 

I'm twenty, with twenty's on a M-Class 

Just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out 

We ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out 

Make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out 

'Bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out 

What nigga 

If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs 

If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs 

If I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs 

If it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug 

No info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood 

If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs 

If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love 

If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug