Naughty By Nature Lyrics

Album: Nineteen Naughty Nine-Nature's Fury

Thugs & Hustlers Lyrics

f/ Krayzie Bone, Mag

 

 rtist: Naughty by Nature f/ Krayzie Bone, Mag

 Album: Nineteen Naughty Nine * Nature's Fury

 Song: Thugs & Hustlers

 Typed by: cdw05@gnofn.net

 

 [Intro: (Mag)]

 Aw shit! Here we go!

 Aw there go my niggas over there!

 Yeah there go my thugs over there!

 There go them bitches over there!

 Look out for shots for my real niggas!

 

 [Chorus:]

 Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?

 Where my thugs, where my hustlers at? Say what?

 Where my thugs, where my hustlers at?

 Where my thuss, where my hustlers at? Say what?

 The Henny's in me, you can't change that

 Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?

 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

 The Henny's in me, you can't change that

 Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?

 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

 

 [Mag]

 Now why should locs give a fuck?

 What? Nigga my mental's stuck

 I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up

 Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up

 When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk

 Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me

 Real ass niggas they get it done with me

 Because they want with me

 Ha, it's just the low life I live

 Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died

 My head stays busted

 All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay

 Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga

 Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind

 

 [Treach]

 See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin

 While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions

 My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin

 My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin

 See, some motherfuckers got loot to get

 It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit

 So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit

 And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six

 Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow

 Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos

 So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito

 Then Beelow rolled him through the desert

 Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note

 A section or a solid to sell it

 Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits

 Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know

 You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah

 

 [Chorus]

 

 [Krayzie Bone]

 You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud

 Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched

 Now they better tear this motherfucker up

 If you one of them niggas, us

 Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what

 We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots

 Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels

 Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry

 And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money

 Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler

 And you gotta have the nuts to be both

 And I gotta roll with the raws

 And get with the steady regardless

 Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with

 See we the ones that like to crash the party

 Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there

 Cuz we don't give a fuck (we don't)

 Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum

 Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality

 But I know some niggas be fakin themselves

 That's cuz they hoes

 And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell

 Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real

 So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live

 Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers

 Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya

 And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers

 Hustlers, hustlers