Wais P - Pimp Vs. Thug lyrics

[Intro] "And another one, oh... Yes!" [Verse 1:Wais P] The pimp in me sayin n***a just chill Spend that doe like the champagne spill The thug in me say its time to get ill Time to get rowdy time to get real The pimp in me sayin stay out the hood Stay in the cut your life too good The thug in me sayin hit that block n***a Sell that rock n***a bust your Glock The pimp in me say these hoes really love me And keep payin me there it nothin above me The thug in me sayin f** them hoes They'll stake you if they get the chance focus on doe The pimp in me said I gotta flash watches Diamonds rings and ain't no other options The thug in me sayin watch what you coppin Fly low key n***a you know them feds watchin [Hook:Wais P] Gimme that love pimp or a thug Should I sell p**y or should I sell d** You asking for what cash up front Clash with a thug and im blastin you up Gimme that love pimp or a thug Should I sell p**y or should I sell d** Or should I just bug squeeze off slugs Let ya see the life of a thug what [Verse 2:Wais P] The pimp in me sayin stay on the scene Lounges bars even club marquee The thug in me say pull up outside Smack the bouncer and keep the toast in the ride The pimp in me say get out on the floor Bottles in the air dance with a couple who*es The thug in me sayin n***a play the wall Face screwed up keep an eye on all y'all The pimp in me say take shorty out Put her in a whip take her back to my house The thug in me say chase his a** out Catch him round the corner press the gat in his mouth The pimp in me gon take her out all night Put her on the strip and get my money back right The thug in gonna strip off all his j**els Gun-point his a** and peel off real smooth (Chorus...) [Verse 3:Wais P] Don't listen to the thug homie that n***a wildin He gon have your a** doin time on the Island Whatever you say let the chips fall where they may But I'mma keep it thug everyday all day Haven't you heard the soldier's song An eye for an eye and a sword'll cut your tongue What you know about sacrifice and the scars You a pimp n***a you ain't ready for the war You don't know what I do every day to beat the odds Homie I go hard prayin to the pimp god And I gives a lot to Allah and build with the gods Whether im on the street or I'm in a prison yard Then maybe we two of a kind We brothers from another mother Coming out the same gutter (yeah) Out the same hustle out the same struggle So holla at a thug if you ever need muscle [Hook]