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lirik lagu mother fuckin’ thugs & fugitives on the run – too much trouble

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(verse 1: drunk d)
woke up early in the morning, breath funky
f*ck the closeup, i’ll grab the f*ckin’ brass monkey
slap my b*tch on the ass so she can feel it
and tell her to put some eggs in the godd*mn sk!llet
call w*lly and earl at the motherf*ckin crack house
all i wanna hear is good sh*t, i’m the boss
if w*lly, earl, tell me that they had bad luck
well they ass better try and get the f*ck up
cause i k!ll every one of them suckas
then recruit me some new mothеrf*ckas
all the sh*t about a motherf*cka trickin’
f*ck wit my money, thеre’ll be a lot of ass kickin’
how can a n*gga like a fiend that’s sick?
knowing that the b*tch suck a glass d*ck
n*gga better try to take care of his business
cause if he dies, there won’t be a f*ckin witness, n*gga
i’m a motherf*ckin thug and i’m slaying
so a n*gga better do sh*t, or get caught in a plan
all this slippin’ up, f*ckin up, losing the dope
his neck bout to meet the f*ckin rope
i got my back against the motherf*ckin wall
lookin at my boys standing six feet tall
the shortest motherf*cka in the pack
but i got the brain to make a twenty feet stack
if any one of them n*ggas even budge
imma put a slug to his mug, it ain’t nothing but the thug
in my motherf*ckin f*cked up system
when a hoe hits the floor, i ain’t gonna miss him
just sweep the n*gga up like trash
then prepare for the next n*gga’s ass

(verse 2: big mello)
i’m a motherf*ckin thug and i be amping on that fry
and i’ll be that type of motherf*cka till i die
but there’s no stopping the jackin while i’m in the progress
now i’m about to buss a b*tch dead in the chest
okay, the white folks be sweatin’ me
cause i’m very deadly, they scared of me
if they wanted water, you can’t even pour it on me
they still in fear when it time to build up my bankroll
the mello still on eighty fo
huh, i catch a b*tch by the neck and try to break it
give me the bank, you dirty b*tch, imma take it
huh, me and the motherf*ckin drunk be envy
hot shot, it’s the ghetto mc and we’ll
ready to blast, as we get away
any punk motherf*cka, that gets in the way
boy, none and bad news will bust that ass, b*tch
a low down tender brother with the pistol grip
now, mello is the n*gga doing damage to the dome
you rather run through h*ll with gasoline drawers on
huh than to f*ck wit the mello, now get out my mud
huh, i’ll forever be a thug

(verse 3: ghetto mc)
the way we k!ll motherf*ckas in the nickel, fool
we don’t drive*by, we ride*by, blasting from a bicycle
laws on my ass for the sh*t i did
i ??? my word for losing the youngest grandkids
but that sh*t won’t happen, i’m too street smart
the cold blood of a thug is pumping through my f*ckin heart
the other day, i robbed the liquor store
this sh*t got out of hand, so i had to cap a hoe
but that ain’t sh*t, ghetto, do what i gotta do
before i left, i had to grab me a brew
reach in the freezer to grab the 4*0
that’s when i spotted a punk peeking through the front door
he tried to run, i shot him in the leg
now like a b*tch on his hands and knees, he begged
“please don’t k!ll me! i’m a innocent bystander!”
“b*tch shut the f*ck up, with that propaganda!”
place a slug in his head, took a swig of my beer
collected my cash, a n*gga’s outta here
headed straight to brewster park, so i can pump some drugs
the average day in the life of a motherf*ckin thug

(verse 4: bar*none)
i got a pocket full of dope tryna make some cash
gonna start about now, so i can sell out fast
i watch my own back, cause i’m always strapped
if a dope fiend try to rob me (bar*none, bust a cap!)
i don’t need a cadillac to show that i’m banking hard
got money in my pocket (f*ck a credit card!)
some punks with them lacs think they so d*mn hype
i can chill and make thousands on a godd*mn bike
not tryna put them down cause their lacs are clean
f*ck four wheels, i roll on two and still make the green
yeah, i’m the kingpin in the world of drugs
and you wanna know why? cause i’m a motherf*ckin thug

(man talking down on too much trouble)
y’all hook ass n*ggas think y’all hard and sh*t. been around sn*tching purses and robbin motherf*ckas. y’all ain’t about sh*t, ain’t never going be sh*t, and ain’t gonna do sh*t. and why the f*ck they call y’all too much trouble anyway?
(gunshots, man groaning)

(drunk d)
yo, ghetto, p*ss on his dead ass

(pants unzip, urinating on the dead body)

(hook: chuck d)
fugitive on the run

(interlude: lil j & tmt)
it’s a new thang (yeah)
tmt is the name (yeah)
yo, bring that sh*t, d from the motherf*ckin nickel

(verse: drunk d)
d*mn straight, i’m from the nickel, yeah i’m cool with the bums
young crazy motherf*cka, attitude real dumb
short second off my ass, i’m getting crazy looks
and don’t regret one f*ckin’ second about the lives i took
i did the sh*t because i love the trigger play
who gives a f*ck? they asses gonna die anyway
so f*ck a aggravated, i’m always mad
i got problems, you can solve them, so kiss my ass
time to get paid, i’m loading up the f*ckin ammo
this is a real motherf*cka, f*ckin off the grand folks
and when i’m about running out of bullets and sh*t
you d*mn right, i got a clip sitting right next to my d*ck, trick
marching down the street like i’m ready for war
i never take care of my business in a godd*mn car
i’m creeping like, yeah, i’m finna rob the hotel
see, life’s a chill, i’m sweating like h*ll
the motherf*ckas spaz, time to finish my task
grab the ass of the gun and broke the godd*mn glass
freeze motherf*cka and don’t ya make a move
don’t say jack sh*t unless i tell yo ass to
open the safe and hurry up and get with it
she looked at me crazy and said, “ain’t no money in it”
that’s bullsh*t! imma ask ya one more time
don’t make me unhappy, yo life’s on the line
open the safe! (but ain’t no money in it!)
*fired shots*
stupid ass b*tch should’ve did it!
broke out quick, knew d*mn well i wasn’t clean
had my nuts to my d*ck plus an uzi machine
but i be d*mned if i ditch my sh*t
i’ll bar none police son of b*tch
if the pigs catch up with me, we can shoot, i don’t care
i’ll be d*mned to get k!lled by an electric chair
guess i never stop k!lling motherf*ckas for fun
so now drunk d is a fugitive on the run

(hook x2)

(interlude: lil j & tmt )
yeah ghetto is his name (mmmhmm)
pimping hoes is his game (mmmhmm)
you know them penitentiary boys just couldn’t hold him

(verse: ghetto mc)
i’m x rated like a p*rno fl!ck
escape from the pen, a black smart convict
who is aggravated, i wonder if i can get even
you think i worship the devil cause i’m scheming like a demon?
coming like a ninja, taking life real swift
murder one is a hobby and i’m f*ckin hip
i escaped from jail, ready to raise some h*ll
i need a bill 50 to get some wholesale
i went to rob a store for some ass quick cash
ducked into my car and threw on the hockey mask
went into the store with my godd*mn weapon
bust a cap in the clerk, cause the b*tch was half steppin’
i took all their money, what is done is done
now the ghetto mc is a fugitive on the run

(hook x2)

(interlude: lil j & tmt)
we all know size ain’t sh*t (yeah!)
but dwarfs spray real quick (yeah!)
the lil white boy? this motherf*cka takes no sh*t

(verse: bar none)
hooked up with tmt and i’m loading my gun
i’m the crazy motherf*cka that they call bar none
standing four foot three, yeah i’m easy to spot
and while you’re cappin’, so is a godd*mn cop
now let me hear yo ass high cap some more
(oh, midget motherf*cka—)
*fired shots*
man, f*ck you hoe!
now you know i’m trigger happy with my gun
bar none’s a f*ckin’ fugitive on the run

(interlude: lil j & tmt)
can i take you a lil further? (h*ll, yeah!)
here’s one bad motherf*cka (ah, sh*t!)
now imma give a lil taste of my n*gga
mr. scarface

(verse: scarface)
i’m back on the motherf*ckin run, being hunted
top ten, lining up in harris county’s most wanted
??? viewing motherf*ckas on a night line
scarface f*cked up sh*t for a lifetime
babies were suffocated, n*ggas getting buried
didn’t matter who i brought it to, cause sh*t didn’t scare me
i had to get mine, didn’t really matter how i got it
packed the motherf*ckin .357 and i shot it
you say k!ll him, i say k!ll him, leaving motherf*ckas broke
like jason, splitting heads like a motherf*ckin cantaloupe
grabbing and stabbing, word them up i have to have it
i’m a motherf*ckin savage and now i’m running like a rabbit
i live my life by the gun
and mr. scarface is a fugitive on the run
ah hahaha, hahahaha!
fool!

(hook x4)

- too much trouble

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