Buckwild - What a Thug About lyrics

[Production by Buckwild] [Verse 1: Beanie Mac] Yo Beanie Mac rap guerrilla I'm out for the skrilla Face it ain't no replacement for this k**a Keep your hands where I can see em Don't make me nervous This 4-4 auto mag You don't deserve this Kids either don't make me make u a believa I do a lotta talkin I speak wit the heater I'll run up in your crib put some in your wig Your baby's cryin pop pop pop put some in the crib And I want everything not just some of the sh** Got n***as comin home at night like you son of b**h n***a done took me off yeah you shook and soft You can't blink around no crook One look you lost n***as'll find your b**h to find your bricks See if you love your b**h or you love your chips 4-4 snub sh** sendin slugs to the whip Beanie Sigel desert eagle I love this thug sh** [Hookx2] Yo what you really know what a thug about Locked up in the bing no grub about On the block doin your thing slingin d** about Tell me what you really know what a thug about [Verse 2: Beanie Mac] A true thugs spreads his game, link up and bubble While n***as stay in one lane like the Lincoln Tunnel I refuse to limit my game to one hustle I don't only sling crack or let the cards shuffle I know how to play cee-lo, set it off like Cleo Ain't no tellin' - First Union or Mellon First n***a that move put two up in his melon From the 9-two-m Beretta Parabellum And I run through cats I'm a true gun cat One nickel One black Who want that I done schooled my youngins Gave tools to my youngins Broke food wit my youngins Broke rules wit my youngins Spark my way outta sh** and had bad run in's Talked my way outta sh** and near d**h come in Real thugs do what they want say what they feel They never front they keep it real [Hookx2] [Verse 3: Beanie Mac] n***as claim to be thugs you real f**in s**as Quick a** runnin good f**in duckas Obey the rules when my Glock unloads Cause when I start firin stop drop and roll Duck behind cars hide behind poles Know I live by the code anything goes Real thugs stand up straight they never fold And they don't know sh** if anything ever blows Thugs don't wanna talk sh** out They wanna spark sh** out Till the cops come an chalk sh** out Blaze wit the toasta extra clip in the leg holsta Face off like Cage and Travolta If you got beef a thug gonna roast ya Talk behind their back a thug gonna approach ya Right amount of stack a thug gonna ghost ya Lay you out flat like a thug suppose ta