Boyz N Da Hood - We Thuggin lyrics

The whole click tote pistols Buck ya lucky charms n***as got tats on they necks and they arms So when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin Flyin in the bucket, holarin f** it cuz we thuggin (times 2) Yeah Back in the lab, back on the block Back with them slabs, back with them Glocks Run in ya drop, yeah n***a, we'll run in ya spot Take ya little chains and ya colorful watch(heh) Stackin my greens, money get locked Still on the corner i stand, trafficin on blocks We'll pull a n***a card for real, yeah My boys in da hood hard for real And n***as say they ball, but what they talkin is lame My whole clique strapped, and we off of the chain Plus alotta n***as fake, so ima say it out loud Cuz alot of n***as hate, but they dont say it out loud I come from the a-town, we come from the playground Where n***as don't play 'round, stand and we spray rounds Still thinkin', we run from the k-9s Got the trap bumpin like the beat in the ba**line The whole click tote pistols Buck ya lucky charms n***as got tats on they necks and they arms So when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin Flyin in the bucket, holarin f** it cuz we thuggin (times 2) Now, i roll wit the big dawgs. certified street hawgs n***as run the mess hall, all day with sh**, yall n***as lined up waitin on the whistle like a kick off Then form a circle round your a** like a tip off All of this was up to you, feelin need to lip off You done got me pissed off, now you gettin shipped off Plus i got a charge, so it's guaranteed to jump off Got the pistol grip pumpers gaurenteed to dump off We some real street cats, so we forever ballin Makin more than the government off these project housins Dawg, i stay thowed and blowed, i be wildin On the set of photos with 2 hoes, im stylin Always on the scene, but rarely seen smilin There ain't a baddest pro from dallas to rhode island Boy before you do some dumb sh**, boy you better think long Listen to these words close, this just ain't no rap song The whole click tote pistols Buck ya lucky charms n***as got tats on they necks and they arms So when you see us comin, duck cuz we bussin Flyin in the bucket, holarin f** it cuz we thuggin (times 2) Aye, nowadays i just moan and groan I had a deal for year but still my lights ain't on Feel pain, deep in my bones And keep one eye open cuz you here then you gone Walk up on these s**as like "whats up with that" Movin like a centipede, jukin like a quarterback Poppin off up in the streets, specially where my partners at Mosta dem got 10 a piece, but f** it we some lumberjacks Take it there (take it there), yeah we can take it there Say you got a 'k' up in da trunk, lets see you make it there I got my mindframe focused on this paper now Tryna buy a 100 acres, fillin up my bank account Tryna shake these haters off, thats what i been about Send a prayer for every slug rap before i send them out I got dreams on that yacht drinkin guiness stout But now im in the hood stickin to the sh** i been about(edgehanger) What the f** is you sayin!? b**h good as your talk, n***a die in this b**h