Текст песни Thug in the Street - Eve , Drag-On , The Lox

I be the D-are-A-G dash ya niggas foot slim
Cause bullets make your feet fast
We throw babies in the trash
Drag don′t play with little gats
Crib like McDonald's nothing but Big Macs
And quarter pounds
Bitch place your order now stay in line
I only fuck with broke niggas
That straight depend on crime
You straight pussy so fuck your ass cap
Cause in jail they′ll put your cap where
Your ass at you ass black
Projects that's where Drag at
Yea ya got heart
But if I don't got my gun
That′s 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 deuce and 25′s
You ain't takin′ em' nigga
You threatenin′ lives
I ain't frontin motherfucker
I don′t shoot no legs
I'm tryin' to see if your brains
Really look like eggs
Or is it just that commercial
Your brain on drugs
Now it′s a total different look
From these shotgun slugs
To get rich it could take less than two days
I′m like them little beepers
Half's and bullets two-ways
Fuck vests my shit go through toupees
I′ma thug in New York
And when I'm on your set
We the apartment where they filmed
Good times at
Bitch what the fuck I′ma thug nigga

I'ma thug in the streets and I know what to do
If you fucking with me I′ma fuck with you
I don't give a fuck now I'm doing my thing
Like a motherfucking dog I′m doing my thing

Weight on my back
Hate in my heart
Blood in my eye
Foot on the gas
Blunt in my mouth
Loving the ride
Hand on the gun
Ear to the street
Back to the wall
Mind on my money while I′m clapping at y'all

I got niggas in jail
Crack in the hood
Hustle in south
Fiends and customers
That run in your house
I got family ties
I′m handy with knives
I live my life in the ghetto
Nose candy and nines
I'm 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
Getting dough and straight warrin′ with a meaner
Fronting 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 player to his nuts
Or the fire to his guts

Cause niggas is too soft
That heat make niggas cool off
Fuck ice I′m tryin' to 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)

Cause everybody is a felon with loot
Cause they say rap is like dust

And we the only ones sellin' the juice

Bitches is so sick
They throw up
So scared they don′t even
Come around in places that I show up
Go ahead nigga put your dough up
Me against who nigga grow up
Bitches choke can′t even get their flow up
I ain't got no fear bout you bitches in the industry
Acting all confused don′t know who you supposed to be
Chickens lost steady worrying bout
Who's dick is tossed
Stop stallin′ better get this thing before it's gone
But I ain′t mad
Cause I ain't gon' pass it on
Callin′ askin can you get on my shit
Cause your cash is gone
You won′t get no sales off of me
Bitch please
Pitbull run with dogs
I don't like fleas