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Gotta Be Thug
2,175
Hip-Hop/Rap
Gotta Be Thug was released on September 11, 2001 by Rhino/Elektra as a part of the album Ghetto Fabolous
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Release DateSeptember 11, 2001
LabelRhino/Elektra
LanguageEnglish
Melodicness
Acousticness
Valence
Danceability
Energy
BPM89

Music Video

Music Video

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Fabolous
Fabolous
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Ernesto Shaw
Ernesto Shaw
Songwriter
Kenneth Ifill
Kenneth Ifill
Songwriter
John David Jackson
John David Jackson
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Merlin Bobb
Merlin Bobb
Executive Producer
Duro
Duro
Mixing Engineer, Executive Producer, Producer, Recording Engineer
Skåne
Skåne
Executive Producer
Chris Athens
Chris Athens
Mastering Engineer
Tom Coyne
Tom Coyne
Mastering Engineer
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Engineer
DJ Clue
DJ Clue
Producer, Executive Producer

Lyrics

Yo, Fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get it
**** can't tell me nothin' dun, the 5 is kitted
For Dead Presidents any cat alive can get it
I walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzard
Got enough chips to bribe you wit' it
Pay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admitted
I'm the type that gets tried and aquitted
If my vibes ain't wit' it I pull the Four-Five and spit it
Then **** run to the precinct and describe who did it
Come home and find the necks on their wives are slitted
I got **** on my side comitted
To leave you and the driver splitted
With your brain spilled inside your fitted
Fabolous, the only way to I.D. him is in a Five BM
Puffin' sticky green 'till my eyes be slim
Operate with more chips than IBM
Fuck with me and make the news at Five PM
Chorus -
If ya'll see me gettin' locked it gotta be drugs
If ya'll see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubs
If I'm givin' somethin' to haters it gotta be slugs
If it's one thing it's gotta be it's gotta be thug
No info, I'm I'm leakin' it gotta be blood
If my earlobes are hangin', it gotta be studs
If the bitch on her knees, it gotta be love
If it's one thing it's gotta be, it's gotta be thug
**** don't wanna play around, they see how calm I do things
Swarm in a blue range, armed with two flames
Flex play my joints, drop bombs like Hussien
Catch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chain
I got coke in every part of Brooknam that you name
**** want it, when you wave firearms their views change
End up havin' to move they Moms to Ukraine
Get ADT alarms and new names
Come in the club, under each arm is two dames
Buyin' bottles of Dom with my loose change
**** hate me now cause I catch the eyes of dimes
Flooded the hood with Tre's the size of dimes
Ride through the hood with chrome pokin' off the wheels
I'm in the game tryin' to get broken off with Mils
Shove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin' off the steel
**** love the band, but the chicks open off the grill
Chorus -
I'm ready to address the haters and underestimaters
Hop in the truck, ride up on ya'll like escalators
Hit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respirators
Bed ridden talkin' to investigators
Now these ladies will do anything just to date us
Cause we skate around on ice like escapaders
Dressed in Gators, in peace I'm restin' haters
When police come for me, fly West to Vegas
Ridin' or dyin', **** know I'm ridin' with iron
Smoke compartment in the dash that I'm hidin' the lye in
My pockets is fat, ya'll accounts is on slim fast
I'm Twenty, with Twenty's on a M-Class
Just gimmie head it won't sweat your hairdo out
We ain't tryin' to hear you out we tryin' to air you out
Make ya'll run to the stores and clear Clue out
'bout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews out
What ****....
Chorus -
Written by: Ernesto Shaw, John Jackson, Kenneth Ifill
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