THUG ANGELS

Refugees yo, all you say Dirty Dirty Dirty south I use to play wild at the YMCA in LA Sold my first A-K, I say her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody, Sunday What about Texas? They need to chill wit the gun play (New York City yaw'll) Police raid the door, the Magnum was buy the ashtray Look at shorty yaw'll, he bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box wit no space Wit thug angles singin, sayin (aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah aah) So you wanna be a thug? (To all my thugs in Houston) You wanna push drugs? (To all my thugs in Memphis) You want the cars in the videos? (And to the Jacksonville thug angels) Let me tell you how it really goes I'm on the highway wit a black bandana, headed to Atlanta Until I heard“woop-woop”that sound of the police, should I pull over? He had the dark shades on, but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder His face was pale and long, he look cold day in December Now let me ask the troop or somethin “Should I slow down and be good camber?” I heard a young thug scream“it depends what you got in the Beamer” Now I got two choices, I can blast and become most wanted in America Or I can slow down like the man in the Bronco And let Johnny Cochran be my lawyer Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola If get locked up, I ain't getting out till Tuesday Cause this is Saturday and it's a holiday Now I gotta spend a weekend in the south in jail But you told me that crime pays (Dirty Dirty Dirty) South I use to play wild at the YMCA in LA Sold my first A-K, I say her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody, Sunday What about Brooklyn? They need to chill wit the gun play Police raid the door, the Magnum was buy the ashtray (New Jersey) He bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box wit no space Wit thug angels singin, sayin (aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah aah) So you wanna be a thug? my thugs in Chicago You wanna push drugs? my thugs in Orlando You want the cars in the videos? To VA and DC, St. Louis, Miami Say you a killa, how many people did you kill You a dealer, how many drugs did you deala Foreala, use to sell crack on the hilla Yeah right, my name is Elvis and your wife is Pricilla You're an actor, you need a part in this thrilla Hold up, ain't no need to bust yo four-fifther It's two of us, one of us is bound to leave here in a comma So say yo prayers and give my regards to the undertaker At the (dirty dirty dirty) south I use to play wild at the YMCA in LA Sold my first A-K, I say her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody, Sunday (What about New Orleans?) They need to chill wit the gun play (New York City yaw'll) Police raid the door, the Magnum was buy the ashtray Look at shorty yaw'll, he bout to go out like Scarface He woke up in a cardboard box wit no space Wit thug angels singin, sayin (aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah aah) So you wanna be a thug? To all my thugs in Tampa You wanna push drugs? To all my thugs in Detroit You want the cars in the videos? To the North, to the South To the Whole Carolina-lina Let me tell you how it really goes The South's the dirtiest, new to this, not, you heard of this Yaw'll are the prettiest, purtiest cats, never heard of a gat I'm the crookedest cat, jux man, I'm took that (take that) Get it? Tried to get it off, wholesale or cook that (cook that) Nigga I keeps plenty caps, which I autograph for tax Hook slap niggas so they look to the back (huh) You shooka me, you knowin I leave you all bullity I'm real, you like“how could he be” It's like rowdy ville, rob and steal Yaw'll betta know somethin, act like you want somethin I'ma come around the corner, cockback, spot you and throw somethin Most murderous, verbalist hurtin, put burners to this So Wyclef recruited me, small World from the north click Dirty Dirty Dirty south I use to play wild at the YMCA in LA Sold my first A-K, I say her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody, Sunday What about Uptown? They need to chill wit the gun play (hey) Police raid the door, the Magnum was buy the astray (little Haiti yaw'll) He bout to go out like Scarface (Jamaica) He woke up in a cardboard box wit no space Wit thug angels singin, sayin (aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah aah aah aah aah, aah aah aah aah) So you wanna be a thug? To my thugs in ATL You wanna push drugs? To my thugs livin in Dallas You want the cars in the videos? Thug angels in the Birmingham Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go Watch out for the beast Watch out, if you got a seed homie Cause you don't want your kids growin up thinkin they never had no daddy Big pun rest in peace forever, Bronx Pour some liquor (haaa) Slang Tongue rest in peace wit the Outsidaz Pour some liquor (haaa) Let's go Police is on the loose, watch out Yaw'll seen what they did to Diallo Ain't no pushin, (back up back up back up back up), Get yo hands out my pocket Yaw'll know like I said on my last album, the records not over yet Back up Back up Back up “Nigga, put the music down before I call 911” You gone do what? Wake, you turn up ya musics louder Wake, all my peoples in the system jeep Wake, all my people goin to school early in the mornin Wake, all my people in the college dorms, talk to them Wake, all my people in the back, let me see yo hands up Wake, all my people in the front, let me see you hand up Wake, we ain't gone stop this CD, come on Wake, yo I got my man up in here, all the way from Haiti Wake, he wanna talk to yaw'll, yo tell him what time is it yo Eastern Parkway Wake, we gone come see yaw'll Everybody in the front, let me see those hands up Wake, alright on the count of three we gone ump, come on Wake, two, wake, two, one, two, three, four, wake