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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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God Been Good

Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest
[Intro]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me
[Verse 1]
On everything I love, I'm a thug
I done considered a change but what for (What for?)
Alla my homies in pen fields
I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them
I gotta tell 'em how it really is
Alotta things done changed since last year
Nope the crib and the same no more
And these young niggas don't respect the game no more
They don't see your name no more
They doin' they own lil' thangs though
Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for
But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight
Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him
So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs
If you help me Lord my heart'll never change
And y'all pray wit me
Huh, huh-huh
'Fore they come get me and then come get cha
[Hook]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money
Look at all I've done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
[Verse 2]
I could've been Asian, Bohemian
Puertorican, Jamaican
Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian
Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese
Could've been from overseas or the West Indies
Could've been anything but God made me black
Could've had anything but God gave me stacks
While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black
Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back
So as you see, a

song performed by by Trick Daddy
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God Been Good

Another anthem for the thugs
Dade County's finest
[Intro]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me
[Verse 1]
On everything I love, I'm a thug
I done considered a change but what for (What for?)
Alla my homies in pen fields
I can't be lying to them, if I'm ridin' for them
I gotta tell 'em how it really is
Alotta things done changed since last year
Nope the crib and the same no more
And these young niggas don't respect the game no more
They don't see your name no more
They doin' they own lil' thangs though
Committin' sins, they know they get hanged for
But nigga God is straight, for as long as you keepin' it straight
Keep believin' in him and you'll be leavin' with him
So in Jesus' name I pray for better thangs
If you help me Lord my heart'll never change
And y'all pray wit me
Huh, huh-huh
'Fore they come get me and then come get cha
[Hook]
Look what God done gave me
Look what God done done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
Look at all my money
Look at all I've done
And even though I'm thuggin'
God been good to me, good to me
[Verse 2]
I could've been Asian, Bohemian
Puertorican, Jamaican
Could've been Cuban, Columbian or Haitian
Could've been Japanese, Chinese or Guayanese
Could've been from overseas or the West Indies
Could've been anything but God made me black
Could've had anything but God gave me stacks
While he was givin' me that he said remember you're black
Whatever you spend on your momma I be gettin' it back
So as you see, a

song performed by by Trick Daddy
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I Got You Girl

Intro: (Choppa)
Come on girl, P. and C...
Sinners doin' the track...
Long as you thuggin'...
We got you
Chorus: Tyron (Master P)
Girl (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl)
You don't even know my name (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl)
But then why'd you spit my game (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl)
Maybe we can chill for a lil' while (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl)
Girl (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl)
Cuz I like it jazzy style (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl)
I can make it worth your while (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl)
You will never want another (Keep it thuggin' and I got you girl)
Verse 1: (Tyron)
Girl, your so sweet, you make me weak
And there will never be another like me
I'm for real, I'm tellin' you how I feel
Cuz my life is the bomb girl
Verse 2: (Master P)
I wanna be your best friend girl, call me Poppi
Hit me on the celly, you need me you got me
I wanna show ya another side of life
Like mansions, Benz's, Roley's, ice
You could be my best friend, let's thug together
Tattoo my name on your leg, we could ride forever
I went to jail baby, you was the first to visit
We met in the hood so you my ghetto princess
Like Bonnie and Clyde so I got ya back
Matchin' championship rings like Kobe and Shaq
Whatever the kids need then I got you boo
Twin new Benz's, your's red, mine blue
[Chorus]
Verse 3: (Curren$y)
Yeah, yo ma I hatin' or nothin'
But if you waitin' for a dude to do you good then you waitin' for nothin'
You need to get wit' a playa like me
We could sit and talk on the couch in the V.I.P.
And I kn

song performed by by 504 Boyz
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When thugs by nature meet thugs by political conviction, 5-0 is not surprising.

quote by John McCarthy
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Slam Harder

Who'da thought we'd need ya? (Who'da thought we'd need ya?)
Back there where we need ya? (Back there where we need ya?)
Yeah we tease him a lot, cause we got him on the spot
Welcome back.. welcome back, welcome back, welcome back.
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah!
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
Aiyyo, who slam harder? Onyx, or Vince Carter? (ONYX!)
All my thugs gettin dollars (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
All my ladies just holla (Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh! Uh-Oh!)
Slam Harder!
[Onyx]
What! What! What! What!
Yeah!-Yeah (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (What!) Yeah!-Yeah! (C'mon)
[Fredro Starr]
Aiyyo we back in the e-say
The game is over, it's a rap
It's a ree-zay, straight like dat
It's a good look, we put, hardcore on the map
Ten years to be exact, still throwin up gats
See a thug on the TV, and chicks dig that
But we rap for them streets where them thugs play at
So

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Say Brah (Radio)

[Master P]
Say Brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
and to this district system free Soulja Slim
cause they jocking our style ya heard me?
[Mac (Master P)]
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
[Mac]
Say Brah
You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey
Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah
His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
Thugs like 50 Dollars and Fiend,
thugs like Magic, Wiz, Woo, Ween, and my auntie B
Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss
bezzled up a few haters and Feds watching my doggs
and we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine
now that army is back so I'm back taking what's mine
I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it
Thugged out, Tru 2 Da Game, livin' up to my name
so when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla
[Mac (Master P)]
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
We bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
[Master P]
Hoody Hoo!
Hey brah I'm cold with it,
if you don't know me just roll with it
Ask them thug girls about the P
and where I'm from?, say brah, I'm out that CP3
Nigga my boys we don't play no games
cause I roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs
now say brah, I really got a Bubble I Hummer
but say brah, I ain't no uptown stunter
I'm out the streets and I like to shine, say brah
Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah
I'm the realest 3rd baller you know
plus I brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's
Say brah, Is you really a soldier?
Say brah, won't you pass the doulja
Say brah, do you really want beef?
and put a million thug soldiers on your street?
[Mac (Master P)]
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Say Brah (No Limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (No Limit)
I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war
What you bout? I'm bout war

song performed by by 504 Boyz
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Say Brah

[master p]
Say brah,
I got to say wassup to all the soldiers and soldierettes
And to this district system free
Soulja slim
Cause they jocking our style ya heard me?
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
[mac]
Say brah
You fake thugs best to get out the way brah
You wanna stop the tank you better pray brah
I'm a tiger, my flow be deadly just like a kabra
Get to bustin', old folks be hustlin', talking bout hey
Don't you play with him wodie he ain't afraid to spray brah
His little partners come through with choppers in broad day brah
Thugs like 50 dollars and fiend,
Thugs like magic, wiz, woo, ween, and my auntie b
Tell them fakers we back and there ain't no stoppin my doggss
Bezzled up a few haters and feds watching my doggs
And we on the grind, in '99 we let you all shine
Now that army is back so i'm back taking what's mine
I'm representing these gold tanks with the ice in it
Hated the likes and see it, these niggas nice with it
Thugged out, tru 2 da game, livin' up to my name
So when you the that soldier gear on my frame you holla
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
We bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
[master p]
Hoody hoo!
Hey brah i'm cold with it,
If you don't know me just roll with it
Ask them thug girls about the p
And where i'm from?, say brah, i'm out that cp3
Nigga my boys we don't play no games
Cause i roll with head busters and we'll throw them thangs
Now say brah, i really got a bubble i hummer
But say brah, i ain't no uptown stunter
I'm out the streets and i like to shine, say brah
Ya'll better respect my mind, say brah
I'm the realest 3rd baller you know
Plus i brought a couple of homies wearing golden do-do's
Say brah, is you really a soldier?
Say brah, won't you pass the doulja
Say brah, do you really want beef?
And put a million thug soldiers on your street?
[mac] (master p)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Say brah (no limit)
Will you please get up out they way brah? (no limit)
I'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war
What you bout? i'm bout war

song performed by by 504 Boyz
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A view of the queue...............

I'm sitting outside a café
as my feet are killing me
from walking too much,
I've heavy bags and it's hot.

I watch a queue for Vue - Cinema,
they're showing Avatar.
The queue is getting longer
and people start to sweat.

A couple of guys down the front
start making whooping noises,
loudly, like they're apes.
I don't get it, at first,

but then I notice they're behind
a black man and they're
gesticulating to him.
I begin to feel uneasy.

The black man is big and stocky,
he ignores the thugs
but they won't stop.
People in the queue do nothing.

There's an old couple standing
next to the black guy.
The old lady starts to fidget,
she moves towards her husband.

The queue still does nothing
and the black guy stands stock still,
like a ship that's sailed into harbor
big and grand and masterful.

His invisible flag is flying high
and he stands there proud and firm.
The little old lady is still fidgeting
and the thugs are making ape noises.

The black man does nothing
and the queue does nothing.
Me, I watch from the café
and I do nothing, I'm scared.

People passing by start to gawp
start to stare and the queue does nothing
The little old lady starts to shake,
she's looking pale. She fidgets.

I get up from my seat in the café,
I will have to walk past the queue,
the thugs and the black guy.
Instead I walk right up to them.

I go up to the biggest thug,
say, "excuse me for interrupting".
Then I pick up my very large bag
and swipe his evil face with it.

I didn't know I had it in me,
I'm that sort of woman!
I'm shaking; He staggers back;
__________ and does nothing.

poem by Ruth Walters
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No Thugs In Our House

Cast of characters
Graham, a teenager
Mother, a busy housewife
Father, a conservative husband
Policeman, a young constable
Scene: a kitchen in suburbia, one bright saturday morning
Act one
Narrator: the insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
Line. her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying
Their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-paste breath comes out. their
Wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. a boy in blue is busy
Banging out a headache on the kitchen door. all the while graham
Slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted
To.
Mother and father (in unison): no thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little graham promise us he'd be a good
Boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear, we
Made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
Act two
Narrator: the young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will
Open up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of asians who
Have been so badly kicked.
Policeman: is this your son's wallet i've got here? he must have
Dropped it after too much beer!
Mother: oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one
You've picked.
Narrator: and all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world
Where he could do just what he wanted to.
Mother and father (in unison): no thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little graham promise us he'd be a good
Boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear, we
Made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
Narrator: they never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer.
Policeman: they never read that tattoo on his arm.
Narrator: they thought that was just a boys club badge he wore.
Policeman: they never thought he'd do folks any harm.
Act three
Narrator: the insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
Line. she's singing something stale and simple now this business has
Fizzled out. her little tune is such a happy song. her son is
Innocent, he can't do wrong, 'cos dad's a judge and knows exactly what
The job of judging's all about. and all the while graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
Mother and father (in unison): no thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little graham promise us he'd be a good
Boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear, we
Made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
Mother: no thugs in our house!
Father: no thugs in our house!
Complete cast (in unison): no thugs in our house, dear!
Set design by andy partridge with co-ordination by ken ansell.
Stage and scenery by art dragon

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No Thugs In Our House

Cast of characters
Graham, a teenager
Mother, a busy housewife
Father, a conservative husband
Policeman, a young constable
Scene: a kitchen in suburbia, one bright saturday morning
Act one
Narrator: the insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
Line. her husband burns his paper, sucks his pipe while studying
Their cushion-floor, his viscous poly-paste breath comes out. their
Wall-paper world is shattered by his shout. a boy in blue is busy
Banging out a headache on the kitchen door. all the while graham
Slept on, dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted
To.
Mother and father (in unison): no thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little graham promise us he'd be a good
Boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear, we
Made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
Act two
Narrator: the young policeman who just can't grow a moustache will
Open up his book, and spoil their breakfast with reports of asians who
Have been so badly kicked.
Policeman: is this your son's wallet i've got here? he must have
Dropped it after too much beer!
Mother: oh, officer, we can't believe our little angel is the one
You've picked.
Narrator: and all the while graham slept on, dreaming of a world
Where he could do just what he wanted to.
Mother and father (in unison): no thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little graham promise us he'd be a good
Boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear, we
Made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
Narrator: they never read those pamphlets in his bottom drawer.
Policeman: they never read that tattoo on his arm.
Narrator: they thought that was just a boys club badge he wore.
Policeman: they never thought he'd do folks any harm.
Act three
Narrator: the insect-headed worker-wife will hang her waspies on the
Line. she's singing something stale and simple now this business has
Fizzled out. her little tune is such a happy song. her son is
Innocent, he can't do wrong, 'cos dad's a judge and knows exactly what
The job of judging's all about. and all the while graham slept on,
Dreaming of a world where he could do just what he wanted to.
Mother and father (in unison): no thugs in our house, are there dear?
We made that clear, we made little graham promise us he'd be a good
Boy. no thugs in our house, are there dear? we made that clear, we
Made little graham promise us he'd be a good boy.
Mother: no thugs in our house!
Father: no thugs in our house!
Complete cast (in unison): no thugs in our house, dear!
Set design by andy partridge with co-ordination by ken ansell.
Stage and scenery by art dragon

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It's Alright

[INTRO: SEAN PAUL]
All you need to know is the vibe round' here we built and instill it
Sean Paul alongside Fabolous...You done know we buss'...
Telling them again, ay!...
Girl run away tha guy that wants to "vibe kill" it...
She say a only tha "topper" youth and "dapper" youth she want (to) win it...
Fabolous!
[VERSE 1: FABOLOUS]
Lets get it ta' poppin ma, its a little before 1
And I'm yellin' out aye aye aye aye aye yoooo
I can tell by tha ring in tha middle of ya tongue
You're tha kinda girl that has a little bit more fun
I'm literally yours hun
Cuz' I never seen a ass so big with a waist as little as yours hun
And by tha expressions on them hotties grills
I know they wanna holla at somebody real
And I'm usually lookin' for somebody skilled
Enough to make a nigga say aye aye aye yo niggas get mad cuz I may slay they hoe
But I don't wanna let the a.k. spray so
Stop face fightin' me, like ya face frighten' me
I do this every year so I ain't never scared
I do this everywhere and you ain't never there
They sayin' this everywhere, how could you never hear
[HOOK: SEAN PAUL]
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you wanna live up and free your life
Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright
[VERSE 2: (SEAN PAUL)]
So get with it, we want (to) hit it, we nah quit it..
And I like tha way you body set and how your clothes fit it
I want you give me some of it because minute by minute
Temperature it all a rise because you thighs and all you hips...style
You shockin' it..you a rock it..you a kill it
And a one thing the Dutty Paul want to predict
Say by tha end of tha night you will be chillen' with tha click
Flossin' it...Money we tossin' it...
'Cause we a tha Boss in it
We naw ease up...We aint stallin'...Grab tha girls all in...
Thats my true callin'
Ya'll freeze up.. We be flowin' it...
Your girl knowin' it And thats why she's showin' it.
[HOOK: SEAN PAUL]
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you wanna live up and free your life
Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright
[VERSE 3: FABOLOUS]
Over here tha liquor is light blue, the chronic is light green
They wearin' tha right shoe, they put on tha tight jeans
They bringin' me right thru', I walk with a slight lean
My style excites you, I know what that might mean
Aye, Im'ma freaky scorpio
Yo, tryna' leave with your skio
Aye, but its mandatory tho'
Yo' after me let shorey go
But thats another story tho'
But please dont try to bring us to tha Maury show
How cool is he?
You dont know a fool who be crazy enough to fool with me
You'd rather swim in a pool of pee
Then see tha one you luv in tha vehicle with me
Aye Yo But tha vibe is right, tha girls is up to par
We gon', drink it tonight and earl it up tomorr'
It goes
[HOOK: SEAN PAUL]
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Lights, camera, action can you feel tha hype
Hit cruise control blazed Kryptonite
Well its alright, baby its alright
If you wanna live up and free your life
Come through let we kick it 'til a morning light
If you wanna roll with tha thugs tonight
Well its alright, baby its alright

song performed by by Fabolous
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Somebody help me, tell me where to go from here cause even Thugs cry, but do the Lord care?

quote by Tupac Shakur
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The real terrorist threats are George W. Bush and his band of brown-shirted thugs.

quote by Sandra Bernhard
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Nations are not thugs. They are bodies of intelligent people.

quote by Rufus Jones
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Thug Lovin (feat. Bobby Brown)

[Ja Rule and (Bobby Brown)]
What up, Gotti, yeah
This is how it's goin' down
(All we need is a a stage, God)
Ha-ha, yeah, yeah, yeah
(Yeah, come on, ha-ha-ha)
It's on and poppin', baby
The Last Temptation, ha-ha
He's back
Y'all know who I'm talkin' bout
Turn the world over, B. Brown
Come on, come on
[Chorus- B.Brown]
I know you're gettin' bored
Dealin' with him
I know you miss my lovin', my thuggin'
Thug Lovin' (2X)
And I know you're gettin' bored
[Ja Rule]
I know you're livin' your life faithfully, safely, away from me
But you miss bein' next to me, don't you?
Don't let her love haunt you, lust for what you wanted
Go for your guns and back out on anyone who tries to interfere
or intervene on me
Peelin' your wide body out of them tight jeans
Wrist on freeze, see it's on me
Shoes 19, comin' through in that new Bentley thing
From town to town and city to city
You and I make headlines like Lo and Diddy and Bob and Whitney
It appears the Lord sent me a down
But I'm real devilish and freak that
Forget the story, I know you're gettin' bored
And that boy ain't gettin' you horny no more, is he??
Cause when it's all said and done, it's me
Lovin', thuggin' and I know you...
[Chorus]
And I know you're gettin' bored
[Ja Rule]
Sweet thing livin' it
Won't you let me let you live it a little bit
I know a stressful relationship is hard to deal with
But here's how to deal with it
On your weekly visits
Use a code name to protect the innocent
Maybe I'm true generous
Generally believin' that all women want me-acapo

song performed by by Ja Rule
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The United States of America will never be intimidated by thugs and assassins. The killers will fail, and the Iraqi people will live in freedom.

quote by George W. Bush
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Corporate Industrialists Engineering War

spider web links
all over the world
not louts or thugs

crooked but clever minds
controlling servant millions

a frightening surreal scenario

orgistrators creators of wars
master minds manipulating
nations world body politic

creators of World War One
World War Two Korea
Vietnam Bosnia Chechenya

proudly boasted on their CV
well writ curriculum vitae wars
the skull and cross bones club

proudly engineered like thugs
Yale's infamous secret society
322 club beastly power perversion

One world government
One world religion
One world currency

old quest new leverage
to control to earth enslave
globally all earth’s billions

electronic accounting
digital angel disrupting
creative vibration rate

count industrially orchestrated
profit producing wars slaughter
massacres speak for themselves

poem by Terence George Craddock
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Knight of the Mournful Countenance

I read cervantes' novel don quixote
in visitation grammar school

the good nuns knew I was not
the average neighborhood thug

so they left me to read dumas
and jack london or whomever

and to illustrate the hijinks
of eighth grade hooligans

in pencil and ink comic book style
the nuns may have guessed

my ulterior motive in ridiculing
the thugs who menaced me

every day after school
with a sound thrashing

if my cartoons didn't meet
their approval

so I drew and sketched
in broad strokes our comedy!

poem by Michael Pruchnicki
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Run Tha Streetz

(Michel'le -- Chorus x2)

(You can run tha streetz with your Thugs)
i'll be waiting for you
until you get through
i'll be waiting)

(Tupac)

Now peep it
Here go tha secret on how to keep a playa
some love makin' and homecookin'
i'll see ya later
It don't take alot to keep a nigga hard
must be a lady in tha light
but real freaky in tha dark
plus I got some enemies

song performed by by Tupac from All Eyez On Me 2
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Made You Look

[shotgun blast]
[old school break beat, thugs chant bravehearts! 7x]
[verse 1: nas]
Uh, uh, uh, now lets get it all in perspective
For all yall enjoyment, a song yall can step wit
Yall appointed me to bring rap justice
But I aint five-o, yall know its nas yo
Grey goose and a whole lotta hydro
Only describe us as soldier survivors
Stay laced in the best, well dressed with finesse
In a white tee lookin for wifie
Thug girl who fly and talks so nicely
Put her in the coupe so she can feel the nice breeze
We can drive thru the city no doubt, but dont say my cars topless
Say the titties is out, newness heres the anthem
Put your hand up that you shoot with, count your loot wit
Push the pool stick in your new crib, same hand that you hoop with
Swing around like you stu-pid, kinga the town, yeah I been that
You know I click-clack where you and yor mens at
Do the smurf, do the wop, baseball bat
Rooftop like we bringing 88 back
[chorus: nas]
They shootin! -- aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big/big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas? where them dimes at?
They shootin! -- aw made you look
You a slave to a page in my rhyme book
Gettin big/big money, playboy your times up
Where them gangstas at? where them dimes at?
[verse 2: nas]
This aint rappin, this is street-hop
Now get up off your ass like your seats hot
My live niggaz lit up the reefer
Trunka the car we got the streetsweeper
Dont start none, wont be none
No reason for your mans to panic
You dont wanna see no ambulances
Knock a pimps drink down in his pimp cup
Thats the way you get timberlandd up
Let the music diffuse all the tension
Ball or convention, free admission
Hustlers, dealers and killersca move swift
Girls get close, youca feel where the tools kept
All my just-comin homies, parolees
Get money, leave the beef alone slowly
Get out my face, you people so phoney
Pull out my waist, the eagle fo-forty
[chorus]
[thugs chanting bravehearts! 4x over dj scratching gunshots]
[verse 3: nas]
I see niggaz runnin, yo my mood is real rude
I lay you out, show you what steel do
Mobsters dont box, my pump shot obliges
Every invitation to fight you punk hazas
Like pun said, you aint even en mi clasa
Maybach benz, back seat, tv plasma
Ladies lookin for athletes or rappers
Whatever you choose, whatever you do
Make sure he a thug and intelligent too
Like a real thoroughbred is, show me love
Lemme feel how the head is
Females whose the sexiest is always the nastiest
[record scratched off, nas rhymes acapella]
And I like a little sassiness, a lotta class
Mommy reach in your bag, pass the fifth
Im a leader, at last this a don you wit
My ninesll spit, niggaz loose consciousness

song performed by by Nas
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