Mastamind - Thug World lyrics

What?! Let's Go, lets ride f** wrong with this n***a? f** this n***a tryin ta do somethin? Gimme the motherf**in keys, let's go Got this n***a right, y'all mothaf**az ready to ride We gonna take this b**h downtown By 7 mile west to east, pull up to the club Park this b**h on the curb, its like UH, another day another hit I'm on some other sh** Um, stay up off my maw buckin dick Too, if you got issues with me, don't make me diss you Tell yo b**h to come here, I like what her lips do Gangsta mental, never sentimental Hollar out the window b**h what you tryin ta get into I got minimal love for women who f** Ride wit me tonight, b**h and hit me when ya grow up s**as lookin at me mean, cause my sh** clean I'm sick a this scene, but not sick a gettin me screens Its in my blood now, s** money and d** now Its f**ed up now, the world is run by thugs now (CHORUS) HO! HO! HO! Its f**ed up "Its f**ed up" The world is run by thugs now HO! HO! HO! We like what now? "WHAT?!" The world is run by thugs now Aw sh** the nights young, disciples done Might as well clear out, the cops might come f**in blue lights, with the red in em The sh** we do at night? Cops say f** it cause we done Scared em How they expect us to ride, turn this thug sh** off in Known light Jeckyl and Hyde sh** for the rest of my life I'mma be reckless and high, check the eyes Better be some b**hes on the set when we arrive Quick to say this party dead, too many hard days The only thing that starts is a carnival of carnage And I just came to gain, see what this hoes talkin bout Get into a gang a thangs Y'all s**as ain't sayin sh** can't see me Who you talkin to? Don't let me hafta buck at you Break somethin off in you I'm down for that Detroit dogsh** We could destroy all this if you call it Y'all talk sh** I'm walkin c'mon (CHORUS) I'm worth bout 10 in the industry 20 mil in the streets That Natas n***a with the hottest product dealin the sweets We make ya head hurt when he network this punk Mastamind and I pledge to kick this b**h on junk The party don't start without me don't diss or doubt me When I'm in the house its all about me, mothaf**a Put my sh** on the curb, when I finish the swerve Hop out bumpin that Natas sh** ya heard We make it sound like the ground might break We get down like the biggest n***as holdin down weight Its a duty to me I raise my right hand and truly believe Nothin but that wicked sh** rule the streets (CHORUS)(4x)