[Half A Mill]
Take it to the streets, snakes with heat in this game
You wanna be a player, I spray them gators off ya feet
Thuggest Enemy #1, one, one
From Brook-lan, tons of guns, funds and duns
That'll make you cough up one in the lung, cough up ya tongue
Four pounds surroundin ya sons, now you wanted to run
Extort you for fun, softer than a fresh baked bun
You're team was raw before the four-four, now you're done
The clownest one, you made up, about to get ate up
A buck fifty on each side of your face, now lay up
Pay up, before you get your fan sprayed up
You know my clan hold big guns in they hand, to plays up
Go 'head play tough, fake thug, you wanna play rough
I ride or die, I ain't bluff, you can page Puff (echo)
[Hook 2X: Blue Flame (all)]
Yo where my thugs? (right here)
T-H-U-G, yo we call ourselves thugs, cuz we take it to the streets
Soon as a n***a budge, yo we blazin wit the heat
And we all true thugs, till we D-I-E
[Swan]
From Crow Hill, I blow smoke, till I choke, that's a regular
I blow domes for that paper, like a predator
Pack gats, VP, best man, etc
I roll 'em dice, until you tell me that I'm deaden ya
I get down for mine, I get crunk
I got that crip black, and got skunk
My n***as bust AR's, 4/5's, and pumps
sh** to make ya body shift, make ya body jump
Take it to the heat, take it to the street
Less they short, ain't no talkin sh**, take it to my meat, b**h
You read the letter, bar is naked on my sweater
Four hundred and better, tell 'em, hate cash cheddar
Sittin on a Beretta, n***as ain't seein this
Wish upon a star, that they can be in this
Lifestyler'll runnin from the coppers, bustin at the helicopters
Gettin away, I'm on the low, around the way, now
[Hook 2X]
[Blue Flame]
Blue Flame's blood stain, it's a thug thing
Take slugs, I love pain, yo there ain't enough pain
I speak thug slang, only real n***as roll wit me
n***as say money, cash and hoes got a hold of me
n***as be talkin sh**, yeah, but it's all bluff
Only n***as came in the hood, and saw us, was on the tour bus
Believe that, n***as don't come around where we be at
Soon as we see ya face it be like "Yo, son where the heat at?"
Yo represent where the f** you from
Cuz when you go back in the hood, them n***as go want to snuff you son
Like Franklin, Nostrum and Utica Avenue
Only blocks I'm namin right now, n***as'll clap at you
Not to mention the block that I'm from
Where them n***as is spittin hot ones, this beat is like a pump shotgun
And I can handle it, more than handle it, I can damage it
T2 style, wit one hand and sh**, damn I'm sick
[Buckshot]
Real recognize real, Crown Heights to Crow Hill
Pop ya n***as like pills, plus I got mills
What I keep the aim on ya back, keep steel
Miss ya back, hit the back of ya brain, change the thrill
This is real life sh**, thug pa**ion
Henny and 'ze, get drunk and send me to send me away
UPS thieves, next day package
Bomb in the mill, open and blowin ya back wit
And I hate actors, actin like you know me from a hole in the wall
n***a hold this four-four, you want war? What you think I came for
Spit this blue flame outta the chip of my lighter and burn ya face off
Plus burn ya eyelash, when the nine flash
This is it, b**hes wanna swallow my dick like Slim Fast
Bullets make it slim fast, ride my dick till I get a cast
This is it, n***a duck the blast
[Hook 4X]