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Thug Commandments

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R&B/Soul

Thug Commandments was released on October 2, 2007 by Capitol Records as a part of the album Back of My Lac'

Song Details

AlbumBack of My Lac'

Release DateOctober 2, 2007

LabelCapitol Records

LanguageEnglish

Melodicness

Acousticness

Valence

Danceability

Energy

BPM78

OVERVIEW

LYRICS

Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS

J. Holiday

Vocals

COMPOSITION & LYRICS

Balewa Muhammad

Balewa Muhammad

Songwriter

Neely Dinkins Jr.

Neely Dinkins Jr.

Songwriter

Vito Colapietro

Vito Colapietro

Songwriter

Frank Oliphant

Songwriter

Songwriter

PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING

J. Holiday

Recording Engineer

The Co-Stars

Producer

Balewa Muhammad

Balewa Muhammad

Producer

Jean-Marie Horvat

Jean-Marie Horvat

Mixing Engineer

Brian Gardner

Mastering Engineer

Lyrics

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

(da, da, da, da-da)

These the thug commandments

(da da da da daa, da da dad da da)

1, 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9

Don't choke on that homeboy, blow it out

Don't sip all that Gin, pour a little out

Let your life reflect what comes out of your mouth

And never pull out your piece, unless you dumping out

Never fear no man, but know when to run

Leave no man standing till the battle is won

And when it's getting real good, better pull it out

When **** front, don't give up, my brother, sweat it out

And don't smoke what you don't roll up (nope)

And act right if you know you can't fight (take it easy)

Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours

There's a 1% chance that it might be another man's

And we know the life we've been living, got one day we might fall

And the only choices we're given's got our backs against the wall

And I know we're all God's children, he's got love for us all

We've been living these thug (these thug)

These thug (these thug)

Commandments

Stop cuffing that young girl, let her breathe

Be a father to your kids, plant healthy seeds

No du-rags in the lord's house

Trust in the lord, but keep a Glock in your house

When you're talking to a man, look him dead in his eye

Never get high on your own supply (c'mon, man)

Gotta think fast, stash a little cash

Watch them snake ****, they slither in the grass

And don't smoke what you don't roll up (nope)

And act right if you know you can't fight (take it easy)

Take a test if you're unsure if it's yours

There's a 1% chance that it might be another man's

And we know the life we've been living, got one day we might fall

And the only choices we're given's got our backs against the wall

And I know we're all God's children, he's got love for us all

We've been living these thug (these thug)

These thug (these thug)

Commandments

We fall down, but we get up

We sell out, and we re-up

And we keep watch from the rooftops, crooked cops

Hi snitches, tap telephone switches

We get bad, but we post bail

Right back slanging with a story to tell

It goes around and round like a revolving wheel

It never changes, it's all a game, kid

And we know the life we've been living, got one day we might fall

And the only choices we're given's got our backs against the wall

And I know we're all God's children, he's got love for us all

We've been living these thug (these thug)

These thug (these thug)

Commandments

We fall down, but we get up

We sell out, and we re-up

And we keep watch from the rooftops, crooked cops

Hi snitches, tap telephone switches

We get bad, but we post bail

Right back slanging with a story to tell

It goes around and round like a revolving wheel

It never changes, it's all a game, kid

Written by: Anthony Hester, Balewa Muhammad, Frank Oliphant, Neely Dinkins Jr., Vito Colapietro

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