paroles de chanson The Thug In Me - Spice 1
Intro:
Yeah,
I
heard
niggaz
out
here
talking
major
shit
you
dig
But
ain't
no
motherfucker
step
to
me
and
said
"Spice
you
a
punk"
Cause
you
know
I
whup
his
motherfuckin
ass
Chorus:
Niggas
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,
niggaz
be
muggin
me
Don't
playa
hate
me
love
tha
thug
in
me
Now
if
your
hoe
come
knockin
at
my
door,
she
Must
want
a
thug
ass
nigga
for
sure
Cause
it's
the
young
playa
Spiz-ice
and
I
be
stacking
my
paper
24
motherfuckin
7,
a
nigga
havin
it
major
Now
we
can
do
this
like
playas
Or
we
can
hop
into
some
gangsta
shit
Niggas
be
tryin
to
clown,
when
your
bailin
with
your
bitch
I
almost
fell,
gettin
up
out
the
car
but
see
I
had
to
pistol
whip
the
nigga
because
he
knows
who
we
are
We
the
niggas
with
the
Lex's,
Rolexes
laced
up
with
diamonds
Timer,
Timer,
Baller,
Baller
She
fucked
with
the
shot
caller
now
Didn't
need
no
scrilla
to
get
her,
she
want
a
thug
nigga
Poppin
collars,
and
at
the
same
time
clockin
dollars
Real
as
they
come
I
got
soldiers
ready
to
rob
at
night
And
when
a
nigga
goes
to
your
jar
you
don't
attempt
to
fight
You
playa
hate
daily,
talkin
the
shit
on
the
ace
But
you
a
bitch
cause
you
never
talk
the
shit
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
niggaz
down
from
the
start
I'm
hearing
shit
up
in
the
streets
man,
niggaz
is
crazy
I've
been
serving
them
dope
fiends
on
that
block
Since
you
was
babies
And
the
world
is
yours,
nigga
you
can
have
it
all
But
if
you
talk
bad
on
this
G
ass
nigga
you'll
take
a
fall,
blaaaow
How
many
hoes
want
a
nigga
that
get
his
ass
kicked
Car
took,
whupped
and
jacked
ain't
got
no
get
back
I
ain't
the
type
to
let
no
nigga
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
niggaz
be
playa
hatin
so
she
ain't
trippin
Saggy
pants
G-braids
but
nigga
still
out
to
get
paid
I'm
keepin
my
mind
up
on
my
money
and
all
my
money
is
made
Shadetree
niggaz
be
tryin
to
get
in
my
mix
Conflicts,
40
caliber
cliques
when
I
be
burying
tricks
She
seen
me
knock
niggaz
out
now
I
do
walkbys
Now
I
put
faulty
ass
niggas
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
niggaz
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
cocked
this
is
what
they
say
Chorus
2X
1 Welcome To The Ghetto
2 Trigga Gots No Heart
3 The Murda Show
4 The Murda Show
5 Balls 'N Brains
6 Dirty Bay
7 187 Proof
8 In My Neighborhood
9 Jealous Got Me Strapped
10 Jealous Got Me Strapped
11 Trigga Happy
12 The Thug In Me
13 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)
14 1990-Sick (Kill 'Em All)
15 Sucka Ass Niggas
16 Young Nigga
17 Dumpin' 'Em In Ditches
18 Nobody Want Work
19 Hard To Kill
20 Hard to Kill
21 187 Pure
22 Wanna Be A G
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