Thug In the Street - Eve F/ Drag-On, The Lox
Artist : “Eve F/ Drag-On, The Lox”
Song title : “Thug In the Street”
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I be the d-r-a-g dash ya niggas foot slim
Cuz bullets make your feet fast
We throw babies in the trash
Drag dont play with little gats
Crib like mcdonalds nuttin but big macs
And quarter pounds
Bitch place your order now stay in line
I only fuck with broke niggas
That stright depend on crime
You straight pussy so fuck your ass cap
Cuz in jail theyll put your cap where
Your ass at you ass black
Projects thats where drag at
Yea ya got heart
But if i dont got my gun
Thats where ya gonna get stabbed at
Boy as a young i never grabbed that toy
Drag was taught to grab that and ask
"where the cash at"
You think we shoot his pocket sides
Deuce decuce and 25s
You aint takin em nigga
You threatenin lives
I aint frontin motherfucker
I dont shoot no legs
Im tryna see if your brains
Really look like eggs
Or is it just that commercial
Your brain on drugs
Now its a total different look
from these shotgun slugs
To get rich it could take less than two days
Im like them little beepers
Halfs and bullets two-ways
fuck vests my shit go throught toupèès
Ima thug in new york
And when im on your set
We the apartment where they filmed
Good times at
Bitch what the fuck ima thug nigga
Chrous 2x
Ima thug in da streetz and i know what to do
If you fuckin with me ima fuck with you
I dont give a fuck now im doing my thing
Like a motherfucking dog im doing my thang
Weight on my back
Hate in my heart
Blood in my eye
foot on the gas
Blunt in my mouth
Lovin the ride
Hand on the gun
Ear to the street
Back to the wall
Mind on my money while im clappin at yall
I got niggas in jail
Crack in the hood
Hustle in south
fiends and customers
That run in your house
I got family ties
Im handy with knives
I live my life in the ghetto
Nose candy and nines
Im deeper than most
Sleep wit it close
Wake wit a demon
Have visions of the whole
World shaking and screaming
I was born to be a leader
But if the game was dirty
I was born to be a cheater
You talking to me greasy
I was going to get the heater
You tell me what you know about blow
Gettin dough and straight warrin with a meaner
frontin in a benz or i was soarin in a bima
Lyin in the cut
The gun is straight running
Like a tire on the trucks
If he is real or a liar
Put the plyer to his nuts
Or the fire to his guts
Cuz niggas is too soft
That heat make niggas cool off
fuck ice im tryna cop the crew lofts
So we can be back in effect
I throw the barrel to the back of your neck
And hop back in the vette corvette
Cuz everybody is a felon with loot
Cuz they say rap is like dust
And we the only ones sellin the juice
Chrous 2x
Ima thug in da streetz and i know what to do
If you fuckin with me ima fuck with you
I dont give a fuck now im doing my thing
Like a motherfucking dog im doing my thang
Bitches is so sick
They throw up
So scared they dont even
Come around in places that i show up
Go ahead nigga put your dough up
Me against who nigga grow up
Bitches choke cant even get their flow up
I aint got no fear bout you bitches in da industry
Actin all confused dont know who you supposed to be
Chickens lost steady worryin bout
Whos dick is tossed
Stop stallin betta get this thing before its gone
But i aint mad
Cuz i aint gon pass it on
Callin askin can you get on my shit
Cuz your cash is gone
You wont get no sales off of me
Bitch please
Pitbull run with dogs
I dont like fleas
Chrous 2x
Ima thug in da streetz and i know what to do
If you fuckin with me ima fuck with you
I dont give a fuck now im doing my thing
Like a motherfucking dog im doing my thang