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Spice 1

"The Thug In Me (Dedicated to Tupac Shakur: R.I.P.)"

Artist: Spice 1
Album: The Black Bossalini
Song: Tha Thug in Me

Intro:

Yeah, I heard n*ggas out here talking major sh*t you dig
But ain't no motherf*cker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"
Cause you know I whup his motherf*ckin ass

Chorus:

n*ggas be muggin me, Don't show no love for me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me
Now when I walk on by, n*ggas be muggin me
Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me

Now if your ho come knockin at my door, she
Must want a thug ass n*gga for sure
Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper
24 motherf*ckin 7, a n*gga havin it major
Now we can do this like playas
Or we can hop into some gangsta sh*t
n*ggas be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your b*tch
I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see
I had to pistol whip the n*gga because he knows who we are
We the n*ggas with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds
Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller
She f*cked with the shot caller now
Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug n*gga
Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars
Real as they come I got soldiers ready to ride tonight
And when a n*gga goes to your jaw you don't attempt to fight
You playa hate daily, talkin the sh*t on the ace
But you a b*tch cause you never talk the sh*t to my face

Chorus 2X

I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy
Heavy in the game
But about four five different ghetto names
I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart
I can't be changed I've been breaking these n*ggas down from the start
I'm hearing sh*t up in the streets man, n*ggas is crazy
I've been serving them dope fiends on that block
Since you was babies
And the world is yours, n*gga you can have it all
But if you talk bad on this G ass n*gga you'll take a fall, blaaaow
How many hoes want a n*gga that get his ass kicked
Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back
I ain't the type to let no n*gga jack me
Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy

Chorus 2X

I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin right back
I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack
I'm strapped with two blacks, cuz I ain't the baller
Who be out there slippin
She understands n*ggas be playa hatin so she ain't trippin
Saggy pants G-braids but n*gga still out to get paid
I'm keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made
Shadetree n*ggas be tryin to get in my mix
Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when I be burying tricks
She seen me knock n*ggas out No I do walkbys
No I put faulty ass n*ggas between them chalk lines
See everybody be lookin when I be bailin, trailin indo smoke
See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin
And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day
But sucka ass n*ggas be all up in my way
You're secure don't you worry bout a thang
I got these two twin Glocks and when they c*cked this is what they say

Chorus 2X

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