You can pour holy oil and holy water on a thug until you have emptied buckets of both; but at the end he will be a consecrated thug, but a thug all the same unless interior intentions and a disciplined man are present.
quote by William H. O'Connell
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Tribute to My Man (Tupac Amaru Shakur)
Thug life soldier
thats what you are
thug life soldier
thats what I need
So why don't you come to me
cuz i'm in need
in need of your love, in need of your touch
pcych, let me stop playing
I'm really in need of your words, in need of your songs
cause thats what moves me
thats what keeps me going, thats my fuel
my energy, my cool
so keep it coming pac
cuz without your words to keep me going
I'ma pick up another habit like sewing..(lol)
so thug life soldier
please don't stop
cause, dats whats keeping me sober
don't be like boys and be over
cuz thug life soldier
I won't stop, till you stop
cuz thug life soldier
is what you are
and thug life soldier
is what I need
poem by Funmi Esuruoso
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Popular Thug
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in the face
Everytime the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing
Never have to say
Please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay
And two semi autos
And connects in the jets
Like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow
Just think about tomorrow
Please
I should have known by the way that you stared
Eyeing Passes by like you're rich but life ain't fair
But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I can't help if I'm a thug and I'm popular
I think that come along with driving a shocking car
Watch the coke light up they life
The rocks with stars
Had fiends talking crippled
Cuz they locked they jaw
Aw Pusha T you think it's cool that you deal
Bout as cool as that breeze on the beach in Brazil
As long as fiends want pain
Then I'm gon' slang
When my financial change
Then I'm gon' change
I should have seen in the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys
But sounded like a gentleman
But ya make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
You don't know it yet
It's the life that I live that you love
And the fact that I'm thug that had you holding techs
When you really didn't know what it was
But you did it out of love
Shit
Far from deprived
Give you all of you fetishes
Like treachervous necklaces, beget etceteras
Colors coming out make your head spin like exorcist
Spending bright futures in the hood
All them no good messages
I should have heard it in the way you said my name
While I analyzed your tone you were formulating games
But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
Hey, popular thug
song performed by by Kelis
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On the Death of a Louse
A Treacherous Thug
Hid under a Rug
And drank Malt Liquor
From a Pewter Mug.
He was Waiting for
The Wife of the House
To Watch him Beat Out
The Brains of a Louse-
Her Two-timing Spouse!
The Husband Walked In-
And then the Wife-
Who Watched the Treacherous Thug
Liquidate her Husband's Life.
After the Murdering was Done
The Treacherous Thug had to Run
Because the Wife pulled out an Enormous Gun
With which she Peppered the Treacherous Thug's...
BUN!
poem by M.L. Squier
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Shorty Wanna Be a Thug
Intro/Chorus: 2Pac
Say he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
Said he wanna be
One day he's gonna be
Said he's wanna be
Shorties gonna be's a Thug
Said he's gonna be
One day he gonna be
Say he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
Said he gonna be
One day he's gonna be
Said he wanna be
Shorties gonna be a Thug
Verse One: 2Pac
He was a nice middle class nigga
But nobody knew the evil he'd do When he got a little bigger
Get off the final blaze
While puffing on a Newport
plottin' on a another way to catch a case
Was only sixteen
song performed by by Tupac from All Eyez On Me 2
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Popular Thug (feat. Nas)
(feat. Pusha T)
You know what I am
You know what I do well at least I thought you knew
They call me Pusha
Damn
I take you like a slap in the face
Everytime the bass is mentioned like I had bad intentions
Listen, I thought love was given
So for you I did those things you were missing
Never have to say
Please gimme borrow
As long as I got yay
And two semi autos
And connects in the jets
Like wetback Carlos
I ain't askin' you to follow
Just think about tomorrow
Please
I should have known by the way that you stared
Eyeing Passes by like you're rich but life ain't fair
But you make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
I can't help if I'm a thug and I'm popular
I think that come along with driving a shocking car
Watch the coke light up they life
The rocks with stars
Had fiends talking crippled
Cuz they locked they jaw
Aw Pusha T you think it's cool that you deal
Bout as cool as that breeze on the beach in Brazil
As long as fiends want pain
Then I'm gon' slang
When my financial change
Then I'm gon' change
I should have seen in the way you touched my hand
Shuffling your car keys
But sounded like a gentleman
But ya make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
Make my record skip
I would have never talked to you if I had known you was a popular thug
Hey, popular thug (you're damn right)
song performed by by Kelis
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R&b Thug
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm
In the playa's club
Checkin' at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Won't you be my lady?
Betcha i can make your body talk to me
(talk to me)
All i need is my cd, bag of weed and some cristie (yeah)
Then i'm gonna stroke you up and down
Messin' with your head
And when you leave up out my room
You'll be walkin' bow leg
I can keep your body comin' like a cta
You're dealin with a true baller baby
Givin' you the keys to my mercedes
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
You're gonna trip, gonna trip
Gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip
When i show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
I"m gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah, yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now feel a knot down in my pants
While you breakin me off with a lap dance
Said it's getting me high, it's got me feelin' hazy
I'm goin around your body like a worldwide tour
I'll make yu say toot toot, beep beep
Pull up to my bumper baby
I'm not gonna stop til' you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin' like an impala
You slidin' that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now if you're horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
And if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Now if you're horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
Ladies if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What?
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Just an r&b thug baby
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Tryin' to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
I'm just an r&b thug babe
Lookin' for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Randb Thing
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Uhh uhh uhh yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Ahh ahh ahh
Yeah yeah yeah
Mmm mmm mmm
In the playas club
Checkin at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Wont you be my lady
Betcha I can make your body talk to me
Talk to me
All I need is my cd bag of weed and some cristie yeah
Then Im gonna stroke you up and down
Messin with your head
And when you leave up out my room
Youll be walkin bow leg
I can keep your body comin like a cta
Youre dealin with a true baller baby
Givin you the keys to my mercedes
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
What what what what what
Come and get some of this
R and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Youre gonna trip gonna trip
Gonna trip gonna trip gonna trip
When I show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
Im gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See see see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
What what what what what
Come and get some of this
R and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now feel a knot down in my pants
While you breakin me off with a lap dance
Said its getting me high its got me feelin hazy
Im goin around your body like a worldwide tour
Ill make yu say toot toot beep beep
Pull up to my bumper baby
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
What what what what what
Come and get some of this
R and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now if youre horny say
Ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah aah
And if you want it say
Uhh uhh uhh
Say yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah aah
What
Yeah yeah yeah
Huh
Mmm mmm mmm
Now if youre horny say
Ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah aah
Ladies if you want it say
Uhh uhh uhh
Say yeah yeah yeah
Ooh ooh ooh
Aah aah aah
What
Yeah yeah yeah
What
Mmm mmm mmm
Just an r and b thug baby
Im just an r and b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe
Im just an r and b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
song performed by by R. Kelly
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R B Thug
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Uhh, uhh, uhh, yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Ahh, ahh, ahh
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Mmm, mmm, mmm
In the playas club
Checkin at your body baby
Steadily tossin that cash flow baby
Cause you drive me crazy
Wont you be my lady?
Betcha I can make your body talk to me
(talk to me)
All I need is my cd, bag of weed and some cristie (yeah)
Then Im gonna stroke you up and down
Messin with your head
And when you leave up out my room
Youll be walkin bow leg
I can keep your body comin like a cta
Youre dealin with a true baller baby
Givin you the keys to my mercedes
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Youre gonna trip, gonna trip
Gonna trip, gonna trip, gonna trip
When I show you my love jones babe
And make the room go black
Baby girl keep your body right there
Im gonna sock it to you baby
I wanna hear you say yeah, yeah
Now the sign of the knob says privacy
You and me
On the low, fruit bowls and whipped cream
We can get up on a fancy suite
Thugged out with some hennessy
See, see, see
Lock your body up and throw away the key
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now feel a knot down in my pants
While you breakin me off with a lap dance
Said its getting me high, its got me feelin hazy
Im goin around your body like a worldwide tour
Ill make yu say toot toot, beep beep
Pull up to my bumper baby
Im not gonna stop til you scream my name
And say ooh kelly you make me holla
Keep on jumpin like an impala
You slidin that sexy ass down the pole like what
(what, what, what, what, what)
Come and get some of this
R&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
Now if youre horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
And if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Huh
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Now if youre horny say
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
Ladies if you want it say
Uhh, uhh, uhh
Say yeah, yeah, yeah
Ooh, ooh, ooh
Aah, aah, aah
What?
Yeah, yeah, yeah
What?
Mmm, mmm, mmm
Just an r&b thug baby
Im just an r&b thug babe
Tryin to get some ass babe
Do you wanna thug babe?
Im just an r&b thug babe
Lookin for some love babe
Do you wanna date babe
song performed by by R. Kelly
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Big Syke Interlude
(gunshot)
Thug life (thug life) microphone check (microphone check)
Outlaw (outlaw) microphone check (microphone check)
Where you bitch niggers coming from? (where you bitch niggers coming from)
You dont know (you dont know) look like you a seed (look like you a seed)
From makaveli the don (from makaveli the don)
I can hear your style (I can hear your style)
Sounds like makaveli the don (makaveli the don)
2 pac (2pac) my nigger (my nigger)
So much trouble in the world nigger (trouble in the world nigger)
These niggers cant feel your pain (feel your pain)
Thug life (thug life) outlaw (outlaw) forever (forever)
Oh you bitch niggers (bitch niggers)
The hardest nigger (the hardest nigger)
Ever to touch this microphone (to touch this microphone)
Got you bitch niggers trailin his tail (trailin his tail)
I dont know if you catch up (catch up)
But yet and still (yet and still)
Keep trying nigger (keep tryin nigger) keep trying (keep trying)
Thug life (thug life) outlaw (outlaw) forever nigger (forever nigger)
For eternity (eternity) for infinity (infinity)
So remember (so remember) makaveli the don (makaveli the don)
His thug life (thug life) lives on (lives on)
song performed by by 2 Pac
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Thug Mentality
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin its the way I choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day I day.
(repeat)
I really wanna know why everywhere
We have the same talk.
So we struggle daily gotta survive, its world wide.
Even thugs (? ) hustlin doing whatever it gets to get da money
Lookin at the whole world wide of thugs, but you got to keep it
Real if you want to make the bills (? )
And thats real really, my thugs for me put your fists in the air yeah.
Krayzie coming into the war and imma make a thug stare.
Ready to rumble, I swear, we coming from everywhere.
Where my thugs at, where they at?
Buck rats.
Comin lets do da enemy now, (? )
Kickin alot of frustration harlem world get em knives for playa hation.
So come on we gotta roll, and wouldnt you know
They aint ready for the war all the rest take slow (? )
Make them feel the pain, two double o-o,
Its the end of the road. so what you gonna do?
Imma ride you can die if you want to.
But all them real so come on move!
Get your suits on, boots on its juvenile.
T-h ( t-h ) u-g ( u-g ) thats what we be
Across the nation pump your fist and get ready for this occasion.
Better get the fade on, I wanna see victory.
Imma tell em they should roll wit this cuz we splittin up,
Call this, we bring this.
Thats thug mentality.
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin its the way I choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day I day.
(repeat)
Every thug, even wannabe thugs, nigga thug if you got to.
Throw it up, keep it in the air,
Scream it out thug! thug! thug! thug!
Thuggin till the day I die, what am i?
If you look into my eyes, youll truly find, no kind like i.
Chillin i, gotta control both sides.
My lordy lord maintain, hard, cause Im a souljah at war.
Steady runnin wit the weapons cause its gettin better.
I figured it out, its all rhythm, if aint then it aint right.
Come on, if you wanna feel the thug...luv and its real,
We got the real thing baby.
I hate to burn ya, therm ya, stay out it if it dont concern ya.
You dont really want to get involved wit da murder.
We tell em, if you want it, you got it. we bring it
We dont stop, we gon pop shots still to the double glock glock,
Never taking no shorts, no losses man.
Yes, these things are still the same like, gotta make that money man.
Bang gotta get down for my thang,and I do it so smooth..
When Im stalkin gat foolz, walking jack moves.
Now all day run witta me shotgun, but Im blinded so I jog
And roll wit the thuggish ruggish (ruggish) bone bone bone bone.
Thats thug mentality.
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin its the way I choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
Thats thug mentality were thuggin
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day I day.
(repeat)
Where my detroit thugs, thugs?
Cincinnati thugs, thugs?
Where my columbus thugs, thugs?
My chicago thugs, thugs?
Now where my new york thugs, thugs?
Now where my texas thugs, thugs?
My kansas city thugs, thugs?
Where my milwaukee thugs, thugs?
My colorado thugs, thugs?
Where my st. louis thugs, thugs?
Where my atlanta thugs, thugs?
My alabama thugs, thugs?
My new orleans thugs, thugs?
Where my miami thugs, thugs?
Where my jamaican thugs, thugs?
My california thugs, thugs?
My arizona thugs, thugs?
My new mexico thugs, thugs?
My puerto rico thugs, thugs?
Thuggin thuggin thuggin thuggin
Cleveland, definitly..in the house.
song performed by by Krayzie Bone
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Beware of mates
A lover may not be a thug
But a thug can be a lover.
A beloved may not be a cheat
But a cheat can be a beloved.
01.08.2009
poem by Rm. Shanmugam Chettiar
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Ev My Good Friend
I remember the day when I first met Ev,
he would become the best of friends,
He loved to chat and take me out to eat,
when I lived on Iglehart Street.
One night late at night,
a thug stole my keys, I was filled with fright.
I called Ev and he came to see what went on,
we looked for my purse in dumpsters, but it was long gone.
Then of course we went to eat down at Denny's when
I said without a bleep and real discrete,
'Ev we have to get back to my car,
I know thug might drive it off quite far.'
Sure enough when we get back,
my car was stolen with not much gas.
Of course later we get car out of impound lot,
it came to so much money which was a lot.
More interesting times to come over the years,
thank you Ev for the memories I hold so dear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 15,2012
www.suechevalier.com
poem by Christina Sunrise
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They Don't Live Long
You gon save that?
Na na na na naaaaaa
Na na na na naaaaaa
Yea
Thug niggas don't live that long
(Thug niggas don't live that long)
Before they gone they'll be dead and gone
But I'll be waiting 'till they come back home
(I'll be waiting for you)
[Verse 1]
I wanna buy me a benz but I'm fifty-grand short
I got to get this cheese without a nigga getting caught
2 freaks is in the jungle now
I'm taking care of mama now
My lil dog caught a case
song performed by by Trick Daddy from Based On A True Story
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Interesting Times With Ev
I remember the day when I first met Ev,
he would become the best of friends,
He loved to chat and take me out to eat,
when I lived on Iglehart Street.
One night late at night,
a thug stole my keys, I was filled with fright.
I called Ev and he came to see what went on,
we looked for purse in dumpsters, but it was long gone.
Then of course we went to eat down at Denny's when
I said without a bleep and real discrete,
"Ev we have to get back to my car,
I know thug might drive it off quite far.'
Sure enough when we get back,
my car was stolen with not much gas.
Of course later we get car out of impound lot,
it came to so much money which was a lot.
More interesting times to come over the years,
thank you Ev for the memories I hold so dear.
Written by Suzae Chevalier on February 15,2012
poem by Suzae Chevalier
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Doll-Dagga Buzz-Buzz Ziggety-Zag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
All the goose step girlies with their cursive faces and
We know it's all braile beneath their skirt
I'm bulletproof biz-op and swing heil and
I don't really care what gentlemen prefer
Say all you pindown girls and bonafied ballers
So manically depressed and manically dressed
We got a venus not in furs but in uniforms
If you're not dancing, then you're dead
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us and we don't even know
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us and we don't even know
GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!
You're one of us! You're one of us!
GO! GO! GO!
Throw your shapes, doppelgangers
You're one of us!
Trumpet mouth junky saints go silver tongue
Marching down the stairway to substance
Cocaingels and asses give me opiute masses
Fill up your church porn preachers and we'll fill up our glasses
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us and we don't even know
All the thug rock kids are playing
All the punk god angels saying
The toys are us and we don't even know
GO! GO! GO! Doppelgangers!
You're one of us! You're one of us!
GO! GO! GO!
Throw your shapes, doppelgangers
You're one of us!
You're one of us!
You're one of us!
GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO! GO!
And all the thug rock kids GO!
And all the punk got angels GO!
You're one of us now
You're one of us, so GO! GO! GO!
All the thug rock kids GO!
All the punk god angels GO!
You're one of us now
You're one of us, so GO! GO! GO!
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
Doll-dagga buzz-buzz ziggety-zag
God mod grotesque burlesque drag
You're one of us!
song performed by by Marilyn Manson
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Redemption
Hahahahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
Once again! hahaha!
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch)
2 pac- yall cant kill me!
(goin out like that)
Hahahaha!
2 pac- yall cant kill me! *lower pitch*
2 pac- yall cant kill me! *lower pitch*
Open fire on you niggaz
(thug life bitch)
2 pac- yall cant kill me! hahahaha
(goin out like that)
Once again! hahaha!
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch*
2 pac- yall cant kill me! *lower pitch*
Once again! hahaha!
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
2 pac- yall cant kill me!
Once again! hahaha!
Open fire on you niggaz *lower pitch* (repeats in background)
Once again! hahaha!
2 pac- yall cant kill me!
2 pac- yall cant kill me! hahahaha
2 pac- yall cant kill me! *lower pitch*
(thug life bitch, goin out like that)
song performed by by 2 Pac
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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Potiential Thug's Reign
Potiential
Baby, my baby
for you have the heart of a lion
and your not affraid to let that show
Your King ROD, king of the jungle and we all know
Baby, my baby
the love of my life
the element i've been searching for
and one day soon, your wife
ROD, my love
you stand tall and stronge
high and mighty
and whom ever disrespects that...
Bows down to the KING
and the thug mentality no one takes lightly
Baby, my baby 'THUG' isnt a sin
its a code of honor
like king Arthur you create power
Baby, my baby
let me be apart of your reign!
Ardella Renee smith -Powell
poem by Ardella Smithpowell
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Here I Come-4
Holy holy is He
So merciful
Lion and King
Wonderful Counselor
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Most High God
Holy holy
Prince of Peace
Mighty Redeemer
King of Kings
Most High God
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
Take my sins
As far as the east
Is from the west
Purge me
With your precious blood
Shelter me
From the storms
Cover me
With your glory
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
You are so holy
You went to the cross
For me
So holy
You bled for me
So holy
You paid a price
I could not pay
Holy holy
Holy holy is He
Holy holy is He
Forever holy.
poem by Buxton Shippy
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Thug Life to me is dead.
quote by Tupac Shakur
Submitted by Lucian Velea
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There Is a Realization That Has Come
All of their thug cronies,
Have silenced themselves of late.
Few seem to be demanding today,
Proof of a president's birth certificate.
And/or birthdate.
There is a realization that has come,
To land upon their sensibilities.
Everything President Obama is trying to correct...
Has been directly associated,
With their incompetence and deeds misguided.
And a prior leadership misdirected.
All of their thug cronies,
Have silenced themselves of late.
Few seem to be demanding today,
Proof of a president's birth certificate.
And/or birthdate.
And their latest fiasco sits in the Gulf of Mexico.
Without a clue how to fix it.
But a blame of this,
Will be wherever President Obama sits.
Since a shifting of blame has been a custom we live with.
poem by Lawrence S. Pertillar
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