Hey young thugs, the world is yours The world, the world, the world is yours Young thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y'all near the end)...
Hey young thugs, the world is yours The world, the world, the world is yours Young thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y'all near the end) Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down) Young thugs, my young thugs Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down) Young thugs, my young thugs (buck 'em on down, y'all near the end) Young thugs, my young thugs (when I bust 'em on down) Young thugs, my young thugs Young thugs, my young thugs (y'all near the end, y'all near the end) Standin outside is a broken thug (that's me) Who don't wanna go home (no) Rather stand here frozen up Hangin out in the cold, zero below Tryin to find a soul Before the mind is gone Tryin to find that God and roll And keep rollin on On, on, on, rollin on You better keep rollin on On, on, on, rollin on You better keep rollin on Every time I look into the mirror get to thinkin I'm wrong Cause I thug, I thug All I see lookin back is a thug and I know I did wrong Young thug, young thug (uh) It's amazin how we get them second chances and he let us live on All thugs, all thugs T-H-you-G, is all I wanna be All my little thugs is really thuggin with me I really don't get it straight from poverty, they broken no more! You really need to stop because you know them Thugs is gonna live on! See baby got it goin on But she was born in a f**ked up home And ain't nobody feelin her, momma seem to be stuck on n***az That'll beat us every time she's gone And ain't nobody real as her, here we go again There he go again, I don't wanna be here no more Now I'm havin a baby, only n***a that held me You don't have to tell me - he went crazy and he left ya Yeah that n***a went crazy, but I thank him for the love That's all I've got (what) Baby got it goin on, 19, nail shop Bail drop, bling watch, talent fulfilled Hoops in with the hair all prepped and propped Don't give a f**k about a n***a now (I don't care) And the shit don't stop, yeah 'Til the casket drops, yeah I'm all that I got, got, got Once upon a time there was a little young n***a runnin wild and smokin weed And if you was lookin for whatever, he can get you what you need Down Thuggsta with some problems, nobody never seem to spot him One day somebody shot him, and the drama got started Now his momma's on the pipe and bigger brother's in jail N***a go on and cop a seat, I got a story to tell See, first he was just chillin then his belly got hungry Everybody in the family out for self, ain't got no money So what's a young thug to do now? (and do now) Ain't nothin to do but hit the streets And get some heat and put the rules down That's what he get, lil' hustler off to the races Tryin to win it while he in it, actin bad and catchin cases Before he knew it he was in too deep Nowhere to run and nowhere to hide, he was in too deep He coulda, changed his life, but no he didn't Now the little n***a layin dead in the grave still not listenin If I could teach the world to be A Thug in perfect Harmony If I could teach the world to be A Thug in perfect Harmony
writers: ANTHONY HENDERSON, BRYON MCCANE, CHARLES SCRUGGS, JALIL HUTCHINS, LAWRENCE SMITH, STEVEN HOWSE
copyright: Universal Music Publishing Group
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