Chris Rosser - Thug Style lyrics

[Intro] f** 2Pac that n***a ain't sh** That n***a ain't from muhf**in' New York That n***a be out there with them Cali n***as Yo n***a man f** 'Pac that n***a West Coast That f**er that always with them New York n***as Seen them with that n***a man that n***a ain't from the West Coast Man f** 'Pac f** that n***a that n***a ain't really down Rapin' a** n***a I didn't do it f** it with that n***a f** that n***a man f** that n***a let that n***a go to jail right And f** that n***a f** that n***a f** you too n***a [Collision] I'm in this, motherf**er I guess these muthaf**as tryin' to take me out the business right I guess I ain't East Coast enough for my n***as back in New York And I ain't West Coast for these n***as on the West huh? f** e'rybody *laughing* Thug style out this, motherf**er, n***as, throw ya hands in the air If you got jeep make ya speakers pop I want motherf**in' police tryin' to pull n***as over on this one We takin' this one to the whole 'nother level gutter style thug style You feel me, things that we can only do as a real G We ain't dead yet [Verse 1] Hit me, I got my Hennessy find ya foes In a room full of n***as tryin' to hide ya hoes I'm gettin' high off buddha cause the times be slow I keep my mind on dough you never find me broke And who me? A n***a livin' life like a G In that artillery keepin' n***as off of me I can't sleep livin' in these wicked times, peep n***as after me cause they see I'm stackin' G's and heat You can holler if you want to, please!! I ain't runnin' with no punk crew be, bleed!! Enemies and my range is on, you're in the danger zone My f**in' game is strong, now hotline You s**as better find ya mind I got mine From hustlin' and bustin' them rhymes To my n***as up in Quentin, Down on Rikers Isle Stay rile, but a n***a gotta use his styles [Hook] These, n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style These, n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style [Verse 2] I could be wrong but I never got along with cops It's like they stuck from makin' n***as duck from Glocks And all the time, my mind's full of thoughts of ends I'm still rollin' my bucket but I bought me a Benz (tadow) My fake friends say they love me but I know they lie Cause in the dark see they hearts full of homicide My mama cried when they took me off to jail Only me inside the cell, straight locked up in this hell I hear some s**er screamin' like the demon's inside Will 'em away in the mornin', only the strong survive I cry, but in my own way swallow my pride Pick a reason to hide from all the n***as that die Cemetery full of brothers I buried it's goin' down Even now I wonder will I still be around My hometown is the gutter I was born a wild I came up out this dust with my heartless style [Hook] These, n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style These, n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style [Verse 3] I remember Uptown, run catch a kiss Listenin' to Mr. Magic Cuttin' up the hits And even though I had a habit Makin' words rhyme I was caught up in the madness Juvenile thugs come on I tell the whole story nothin' but truth Halloween throwin' eggs from the project roofs And Pete and Lee young G's with a gift of gab Tryna hook up with the hookers who was quick to stab Remember mama's cookin', no school straight hookin' And tryin' to get with light skinned cause she good lookin' And jumpin' over turnstiles cause we ain't payin' Call the cuties cuss words but we only playin' I'm prayin' I can get a buck no luck I had to move around a lot cause my moms was stuck I had family but I was way too wild Had to move to the West to regain my style [Hook] These, n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style (scream) n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style (my n***a scream) n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style (scream) n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style (scream) n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the cross, but my force was wild b**h-made a** n***as don't know my style These, n***as don't know my style Quick to smile, juvenile, was a problem child Try to put me in the mothaf**in' cross, but my force was wild Mothaf**in' b**hes [Collision] Swear y'all know n***a Ever heard motherf**a say all in Kool-Aid know the flavor hahha You mothaf**as all about my motherf**in' hell being though [?] This sh** thuggish, fo' life, I told y'all, it's album three see G sound, freestyle Motherf**in' Young Thugs in this motherf**er