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thuggathon - termanology & lil fame lyrics

[intro]
brrrrrrrrrrrrrrrrr
show off, show off… (ahhhh~!)
yeah, yeah!!
termanolo-gy! s, t!
mo p’s!

[lil’ fame]
yeah, f-izzay, m-izzay, block hugger sh-t
that ol’ gutter sh-t, f-ck all that other sh-t
these n-ggas soft with them whack–ss love songs
them and they baby moms cut ’em with, suck a d-ck
who you f-ckin with? y’all ain’t f-ckin with jamal
y’all see how i’m up in this b-tch, and i got my rubber on
if you really wanna thug it, c’mon~!
f-ck it we can thug it let’s turn this b-tch into a thugathon
my street cred is good f-ck goin in my account
i can get your head popped off with no money down
that one-eight-seven is the hometown’s favorite
inhale the gunsmoke that’s the fo’-pound fragrance
{-inhales deeply-} and your lp was upset
shoulda named that sh-t “press eject”
so apologize to your fans for the disrespect
it’s mo p’s, and s-t, n-gga we gets respect
c’mon, it’s the thugathon!

[termanology]
you get k!lled quick, ’bout time the ill spic
and my ill clique get b-tches wet like will smith
yo it’s t-eezy, r-m, gambeezy
my three-eight put mad bullets in yo’ weezy
flow master, psycho, foe blaster
flow plasma clear, you can’t come after
throw half your body, in the charles river
my squad hit up mad drug spots and shoot sh-t up
sauce nasty, s-t, gun flashin
mashin out any p-ssy n-ggas that’s askin
throw staples in they head, dump lead
my guns spread all over m-ss. and shake feds
f-ck coppers, guns rock ya much shotters
blow your f-ckin brains out like old mobsters
don’t gotta, john gotti, joe pesci
the mo’ guns i got that mean the mo’ messy
n-gga blaow~!

[scratches by statik selektah]
“who that?” “lil’ fame”
“who that?” “termanology”
“who that?” “statik selektah”
“let ’em know n-gga”
“termanology” “and lil’ fizzy”
“from b.k. pah where we still bang biggie”
“right now bye-bye”
“1982” “it’s the world renowned”

- termanology lil fame lyrics

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