Thug Commandments Lyrics - Bed - J. Holiday

Don't choke on that, homeboy, blow it out 

Don't sip on that drink, pour a little out 

Let your life reflect what comes outta your mouth 

And never pull out your piece unless you dumpin' out 

Never fear no man but know when to run 

Leave no man standin' till the battle is won 

And when it's gettin' real good, better pull it out 

When niggas front, don't give up, my brother, sweat it out 

And don't smoke what you don't roll up 

And act right if you know you can't fight 

Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours 

There's a one percent chance that it might be another man's 

And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall 

And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall 

And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all 

Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments 

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Stop cuffin' that young girl, let her breathe 

Be a father to your kids, not hell disease 

No doo-rags in the Lord's house 

Trust in the Lord, but keep a glock in your house 

When you talkin' to a man, look him dead in his eye 

Never get high, come on on your own supply 

Gotta think fast, stash your little cash 

Watch them snake niggas, they slither in the grass 

And don't smoke what you don't roll up 

And act right if you know you can't fight 

Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours 

There's a one percent chance because it might be another man's 

And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall 

And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall 

And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all 

Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments 

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We fall down but we get up 

We sell out and we reap up 

And we keep watch from the roof tops for the cops 

Hive snitches, tap telephone switches 

And we get paid but we won't sell 

Right back slang, new story to tell 

Goes around and 'round like [Incomprehensible] 

And never changes, that's all the game is 

And we know the life we been livin', that one day we might fall 

And the only choices we give is got our backs against the wall 

And I know we're all God's children, He's got love for us all 

Still we're livin' these thug, these thug commandments 

We fall down but we get up 

We sell out and we reap up 

And we keep watch from the roof tops for the cops 

Hive snitches, tap telephone switches 

And we get paid but we won't sell 

Right back slang, new story to tell 

Goes around and 'round like [Incomprehensible] 

And never changes that's how the game, kid