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Yukmouth - Thugged Out lyrics
Welcome little boys and girls Makaveli... for the luv of Makaveli it's forever... and ever Come on... yo (Yukmouth) Hey yo 'Pac we still ballin Dodgin all these haters and task wit Lil J up in jag...makin legal papes and cash No mo pullin capers in mask...nothin can save you from that Tear up yo place wit the slapz and hit ya safe for the snaps No longer waitin in back..I'm jus facin the facts Cats fakin ya mak...waitin to jack..soon as the day it will past Word..turn thru new jersey,swerve..on the wrong side of town you serve This for my nicca on the third...for my homeboyz yok (khadifi) and 'Pac You got 'em jockin 'Pac, I know ya watchin 'Pac Like shots at cops I ride on my set and I'm bangin Makaveli 5, people think you never really died they try to tell me why and say Makaveli was that guy who faked his on death Come on champ.. would you fake yo' own death wit two to the head, ya jus a stank head Now bounce like the bankhead, thuggin aint dead It's sacred, we still ballin... Chorus: Don't cry, dry ya eyes and say 'Pac we still ballin ballin Jus look up in the sky and say 'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin Poor some liqour on the ground and say 'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin to think, if he could see us now (Yukmouth) Hey 'Pac we still ballin, congregate the bloodz and cuz Vice Lords and Disciples, I got luv for thugs Even the hoodrats and scrugs that we duck in the club Sucka for luv, I introduce bustin dem slugs Hustlas and drugs, we all lust for money and fast cars The life of a rap star, floatin in jaguars Ball with a rappa,learn how to stack tall money longer then Shaq y'all (weeeeesssstttttsiiiiiiidddddeeeeeee) I look back y'all, I smoked out wit redman Aim an infared at the head of a rapper tryin to make a livin off a dead man Descend a dead man, I know the drama is thrillin They stole every song you made and owe yo mama sum millons We got children pleadin stop wit cha (I can be like 'Pac) Raps and rocks wit gats and glocks ya act like 'Pac Wit all them songz you stole from D.U. If Makaveli was alive, he would've rolled on you fools and that's for real Chorus: dey can bite all they want say 'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin west side..south side say 'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin we gonna keep the thuggin alive say 'Pac we still ballin ballin ballin rap-a-lot mafia life say 'Pac we still ballin (Yukmouth) Young nob, Kastro, Edi and Bo signed to rap-a-lot get the cash flow its easy to do I know its easy in you The homies seen Biggie Smallz jockin yo rap and rhymes Watch us all become outlaws Doggy Dogg signed to no limit It's coo' cause before that doggy dogg was gettin no spinach And thats no old gimmick You know whut a real thug iz...wit the swears and cusses it's like comparin a bentley to a cutlass.. you roll old ass buckets, we roll dutchez... ya roll wusses and I'm burnin out dodge viper clutches you gotta luv it, how we take this thuggin to the next 20 geez on my wrist, 90 hundred on my neck Jubilees and baguettes, spell tattoees on my belly cuz we do this for the luv of my nicca Makaveli if i die pour sum brew on the ground dont boo-hoo and frown just like up in the sky and smile for me now (echoin) to the day that i die say 'Pac we still ballin wave ya hands in the sky say 'Pac we still ballin west side south side say 'Pac we still ballin east side north side say 'Pac we still ballin the regime outlawz and yuk we still ballin rap a lot lil j and face we still ballin diggity daz and kurupt say 'Pac we still ballin e 40 fonz and b-leigeezi say 'Pac we still ballin all my dogz everywhere say 'Pac we still ballin and all my real ass thugs say 'Pac we still ballin (Yuk) a dedication to the legendary Makaveli god bless his soul time to ride for my patna on these bitin ass characters in the industry ride or die (10x) still ballin (20x |
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