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thugs - c1 lyrics

[intro: c1, slimz, jaysav]
it is not the violence that sets man apart
it is the distance that he is prepared to go (simpz)
you control the fear
and without the fear, we are all as good as dead
you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout a tulse hill thug
ot, setting up shop with the best
cats ring*ring, man, they love this peng
you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout a tulse hill thug
you can’t tell me ’bout the pressure and punks
them man just lie on their tracks on some hype ting

[chorus: c1]
you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout a tulse hill thug
but she wants a tulse hill thug
light and fit, brown and slim
where else do we keep our guns?
kway back, we were out for fun
and now, we do road with things and stuff
15*inch, that’s shanks in guts
or 2 shotguns getting buss
you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout a tulse hill thug
but she wants a tulse hill thug
light and fit, brown and slim
where else do we keep our guns?
kway back, we were out for fun
and now, we do road with things and stuff
15*inch, that’s shanks in guts
or 2 shotguns getting buss
[verse 1: slimz]
redrum if you see me with s
best run, if not, then you’re gonna get drenched
2 shots in the dot*dot ting
man wave it about, tryna back off heads
i was in o with them packs, never run out
flip this grub, reload more bread
f*ck these b*tches, i gotta get money
fill up my tummy and show no respect
had them p*ssios running in shops
and we know where they are, no names to be said
skid ’round there, 4 man, 2 peds
1*2 max and a pcx
tryna make paigons meet their death
when i back this fl!ck, man put it in necks
ot, setting up shop with the best
cats ring*ring, man, they love this peng
gyal give top, hands*free, it’s so ments
no t**th as well, give it 10/10
free all my n*ggas that’s locked in pens
smacking up opps on basic again
streets ain’t safe, don’t lack, get boomed
tryna wet man ’til the metal does bend
f*ck these opps and free all my guys
rip chak ’til the end
n*ggas back their shanks, then bro did back that wap
and i swear, i saw 10 man leg
ramzy on me, comfy when i step
diligent bop, uptop with gang
anyone lack, get cheffed
why they don’t wanna make no snaps on their block with the gang?
we’ll all come in a sec’
beef intense, lth but it’s dms
that’s drugs, money and skengs
done one already, let’s do it again
skid ’round there, jump out, who’s next?
only got 2 big bros on your block
shoutouts by, shoutouts m
lth where it started
add that k, turn target
you can get kwenged
[chorus: c1]
you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout a tulse hill thug
but she wants a tulse hill thug
light and fit, brown and slim
where else do we keep our guns?
kway back, we were out for fun
and now, we do road with things and stuff
15*inch, that’s shanks in guts
or 2 shotguns getting buss
you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout a tulse hill thug
but she wants a tulse hill thug
light and fit, brown and slim
where else do we keep our guns?
kway back, we were out for fun
and now, we do road with things and stuff
15*inch, that’s shanks in guts
or 2 shotguns getting buss

[verse 2: jaysav]
casualty
i’m with s, slimz, creepz
all of my n*ggas, they hang with me
s just steady controlling that dinger
and the feds wanna do what we do
but they ain’t getting info, they’re way too inna
and that rammy got length
but i swear down, the sammy come way more bigger
2 hands on the mash when we slap it
1 hand until they tryna grab it
hurdles when they jump that fence
black blade fl!cky when we left man drenched
3 man when we tear up their top
they all ran when we got that drop
sav, i’m the realest sav’
them yutes can’t talk about man
approach with caution
slimz just did him, i told him, “wait
hold up, lemme just get my potion”
now, back to the slums, exhausted
they don’t want it from me or my team
they don’t want it from none of my gs
i’mma spare young trapz and dripz
and they all riding, man, but they’re from rp
i been riding
you can’t tell me ’bout pressure or punks
them man just lie on their tracks on some hype ting
rather be up in cunch
making racks from a cat’s house
notorious hill, juice gets spilled
do it for the thrill
[chorus: c1]
you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout a tulse hill thug
but she wants a tulse hill thug
light and fit, brown and slim
where else do we keep our guns?
kway back, we were out for fun
and now, we do road with things and stuff
15*inch, that’s shanks in guts
or 2 shotguns getting buss
you don’t know nuttin’ ’bout a tulse hill thug
but she wants a tulse hill thug
light and fit, brown and slim
where else do we keep our guns?
kway back, we were out for fun
and now, we do road with things and stuff
15*inch, that’s shanks in guts
or 2 shotguns getting buss

[outro: c1]
baow, baow, baow
simpz
skid*du, boom, baow

- c1 lyrics

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