Half-A-Mill - Thug Luv lyrics

Chorus: Thug love, to all of my cats That went out of town to hustle and nevercame back Thug love, to all my cats Thats in jail forever, and ain't never comin' back Thug love, to all of my cats Who got murdered for stacks and ain't never comin' back Thug love, to all of my cats Who got lost in the ghetto and ain't never comin' back [Verse 1] Sometimes I reminisce Puffin' lye, swallowin' Guinesses The n***as I used to know is the n***as I miss Some is rich and hidin' out Some is sittin' in the mountains 'till their lifetime is out Others got found layin' on the ground and their mind was out Those thats still livin' I hope ya'll hear this Cause ya'll who I'm rhymin' about I know ya'll feel this Ya'll probably lick shots everytime ya'll hear this Milion, still in this, no loses Still winnin' this, ya'll probably pushin' gold Porsches Cribs with gold faucets Pimpin' Ho's who pose for portraits Wherever ya'll at I know you're gettin' it Wherever ya'll at I know ya'll stackin' chips, livin' rich I took this time out to reminisce on all the n***as I miss Let the lye twist Last time I seen you it was Nine-Six You had Five bricks and two chicks to ride wit' Left the Eight-Fifty-I at my crib Two bottles of Cris', I won't pop 'em 'till you return Won't even drive your car yo Yo, we Duns like Lamont and Rahlo As long as time flow I'm'a keep you in my mind yo And I'm'a shine so ya'll can see the sign of my glow Chorus - [Verse 2] See, I ain't fail To all my cats in C.I.A. jails Men in black Prisons Who got caught with Karrots from Egyptians Semarians, contacted by Aliens Black Elohiem trapped in the Beast Kidnapped in the East Now in the Western Hemisphere trapped in the streets Here me Son Ya'll probably in Area Fifty-One Division first prison is worse, cause n***as don't even know There's a civilization in the middle of the Earth We was tricked from birth And slave whipped from birth Stripped from birth Probably microchipped from birth Project dwellin' We're labeled as high-tech felons C-74 to the shores of Broadway I hear the voice in the Hallway, everyday all day Ghetto Heaven, Four-Four or the sawed-off way For all my Duns who caught bodies and got caught on tape And those who got snitched on That little chicken-head b**h got pissed off and ran her lips off FEDS grabbed her up, now I heard they found her Stabbed up with a pitch fork It's '99, n***as is rich in New York So we still livin'...I don't know Where ya'll at or if ya'll still there Chorus [Verse 3] I won't say no names Cause FEDS ain't playin' no games For major Cocaine they sent jakes to raid your domain I got brains, mega ice on my gold chain Poetic fame, laid back in the stretch Range Paid Mack without the suede hat, just plain Whats left to explain? We went from Pyramids to projects From projects to material objects Still imperial, one and the same Gunnin' the same Floss 'till I'm a Hundred and change Pop corks off Louis the 13th bottles of Champaigne Donald Goines thug Hollow point slug I got a major team destroyin' you scrubs This is what we call love My Duns brawl in mess halls Transport quarter Ki's in Lex doors My Son showed me the World and said "It's Yours" It's your choice, Sixes or Fours b**hes or who*es This division is yours Just keep it real and live for the cause Keep your steel cause sh** is a war, this sh** is a war Chorus -