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Styles We Thugs My Niggas

with my man 'Cause I motherfuckin' love my niggas We ghetto, my niggas, anytime, any place We don't give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas We gangsta my niggas

bitch, Rep for my borough bitch, Never been the type to have beef and try to settle shit. I ride out 'til the wheels fall off And my niggas squeeze 'til

real California yo My Miami niggas My real New York niggas Jamaica P All my live niggas all my cuban link niggas Raekwon, big Daddy-O, big Daddy-O

' Snappin' my fingers, then reachin' for my glock Reppin' my block straight from tha deck When you snap ya fingers shawty, gotta jerk ya neck Smokin' on tha best, we

' Who the fluck, want, what? Catch Bleek in south beach out of the reach of the police Gat on my lap, yeah, bitch on my back, holla Yak in my pocket,

weiner Wanna, "Freak Like Me" fuck Adina Up and down is the object, side to side Make you holla out my name when a thug nigga ride Can I come inside

the dragon attack Who? You So get out my way It's a new millenium It's a brand new day Thugged out niggaz, bugged out niggaz I don't really care Ya'll all my

Breeze Deep, Kenny and Will and them, KRS-One we thrillin em Many battles we been in them now we rebuildin them We blaze, fulfillin them, Keith ?, Jesse, Jamil and them We originate styles

(...?...), we don't take defeat. Me steppin', retreat, you can lose your arms, better use your feet. Just pick up my (?) yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah, hear the pump erupt. We