Fabolous - Gotta Be Thug Lyrics
[fabolous]Yo, fabolous strive for digits, even connive to get itNiggas cant tell me nothin dun, the 5 is kittedFor dead presidents any cat alive can get itI walk around covered in ice like I survived a blizzardGot enough chips to bribe you wit itPay off security at clubs, get my guns and knives admittedIm the type that gets tried and aquittedIf my vibes aint wit it I pull the four-five and spit itThen niggas run to the precinct and describe who did itCome home and find the necks on their wives are slittedI got niggas on my side comittedTo leave you and the driver splittedWith your brain spilled inside your fittedFabolous, the only way to i.d. him is in a five bmPuffin sticky green till my eyes be slimOperate with more chips than ibm***** with me and make the news at five pm.Chorus -If yall see me gettin locked it gotta be drugsIf yall see chrome on the truck it gotta be dubsIf Im givin somethin to haters it gotta be slugsIf its one thing its gotta be its gotta be thugNo info, Im Im leakin it gotta be bloodIf my earlobes are hangin, it gotta be studsIf the ***** on her knees, it gotta be loveIf its one thing its gotta be, its gotta be thug.[fabolous]Niggas dont wanna play around, they see how calm I do thingsSwarm in a blue range, armed with two flamesFlex play my joints, drop bombs like hussienCatch a cataracts, glance at the charm and new chainI got coke in every part of brooknam that you nameNiggas want it, when you wave firearms their views changeEnd up havin to move they moms to ukraineGet adt alarms and new namesCome in the club, under each arm is two damesBuyin bottles of dom with my loose changeNiggas hate me now cause I catch the eyes of dimesFlooded the hood with tres the size of dimesRide through the hood with chrome pokin off the wheelsIm in the game tryin to get broken off with milsShove the gun in your mouth, have you chokin off the steelNiggas love the band, but the chicks open off the grill.Chorus -[fabolous]Im ready to address the haters and underestimatersHop in the truck, ride up on yall like escalatorsHit ya chest up, leave you hooked to respiratorsBed ridden talkin to investigatorsNow these ladies will do anything just to date uscause we skate around on ice like escapadersDressed in gators, in peace Im restin hatersWhen police come for me, fly west to vegasRidin or dyin, niggas know Im ridin with ironSmoke compartment in the dash that Im hidin the lye inMy pockets is fat, yall accounts is on slim fastIm twenty, with twentys on a m-classJust gimmie head it wont sweat your hairdo outWe aint tryin to hear you out we tryin to air you outMake yall run to the stores and clear clue outbout to put cameras in the truck, take the rearviews outWhat nigga....Chorus
