Thug Muzik (Album Version) Lyrics
| Song | Thug Muzik (Album Version) |
| Artist | Mobb Deep |
| Album | Murda Muzik |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Chandler, Cooper, Evans, Maman ... | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| All that's loose leaf, my big game, scrow foul lives, snake eyes | |
| Ready with steel at any given time | |
| I'm a kill, stone-hearted nigga at will | |
| Done this shit real, riddle in a life appeal | |
| And losing again for real like | |
| Armageddon | |
| Tech sweating your direction, your face change, applection | |
| My whole life been destined, to show as the moon shaped crescent | |
| Caressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubs | |
| I'm blessed, mics of all types learn their lesson | |
| Live from the strike deadly like gas chambers and pengas in jail | |
| You know the drill, | |
| Q B on the hill where | |
| I chill41 side still real, it ain't gon' change | |
| My niggas think long range, crack the skull frame | |
| Simple and plain, fake niggas want claim fame | |
| Real niggas up north, the | |
| Vack Sing | |
| SingIt don't make a diff don, first nigga if done | |
| We hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun up | |
| Nigga you be done up right, | |
| Q B at the end of the night | |
| Take a serve | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| What's your position? | |
| Trying to come at me sideways | |
| But they ass backwards, jealousy, that all that is | |
| I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy | |
| One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby | |
| I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut | |
| Like a pit never give up | |
| Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass | |
| With a touch of class, handle that ass | |
| Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas | |
| Doing them cats, my crew's in the back | |
| Losing it black, | |
| I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat | |
| Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped | |
| On some Queens bridge, survival shit, we strike like that | |
| Full force, we blast at your main source | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| As I sit back done, | |
| I think about my past | |
| When my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabs | |
| Or at the time when my brother got splashed | |
| It hurt my ass to see him pass | |
| But now I gotta keep on moving to get this cash | |
| You better kill his ass, if you wanna pass | |
| The premises for the | |
| Minister's kid | |
| Called the | |
| Infamous, forgive but we never forget | |
| All that fake snake shit, could | |
| I never regret' | |
| Cause I learn from mistakes that be guiding my steps | |
| But we pull out and cock twice nigga | |
| When you least expect | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| It's murda muzik, real life situations, placed on the paper | |
| For all you cats rapping, acting like it can't happen | |
| Nigga we the most infamous, my team | |
| Glows in the dark and clicks the dullest | |
| Overconfident niggas get punished | |
| Take a number and get on line for drama | |
| You whiling like you was one of my own | |
| That shit don't mix, we clashing | |
| Make moves, handle your biz | |
| Gun po's, take action, reach for those | |
| Long chrome noses, up my gun blows | |
| Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down | |
| I give you that much, you ain't out | |
| Close, but no cigar, you must be a fucking retard | |
| Extending your arm in my direction | |
| You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of utmost respect | |
| You niggas only know what you heard on cassette | |
| Manifest words in a flash, niggas only see the light | |
| After they bleed a few pints | |
| Take your most | |
| V P done, leave them like the letter | |
| TYou won't see me run, unless it's police | |
| Now take these words home and think it through | |
| For the next rhyme we write, might be about you done | |
| All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you thug muzik | |
| All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you thug muzik |
| zuo ci : Chandler, Cooper, Evans, Maman ... | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| All that' s loose leaf, my big game, scrow foul lives, snake eyes | |
| Ready with steel at any given time | |
| I' m a kill, stonehearted nigga at will | |
| Done this shit real, riddle in a life appeal | |
| And losing again for real like | |
| Armageddon | |
| Tech sweating your direction, your face change, applection | |
| My whole life been destined, to show as the moon shaped crescent | |
| Caressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubs | |
| I' m blessed, mics of all types learn their lesson | |
| Live from the strike deadly like gas chambers and pengas in jail | |
| You know the drill, | |
| Q B on the hill where | |
| I chill41 side still real, it ain' t gon' change | |
| My niggas think long range, crack the skull frame | |
| Simple and plain, fake niggas want claim fame | |
| Real niggas up north, the | |
| Vack Sing | |
| SingIt don' t make a diff don, first nigga if done | |
| We hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun up | |
| Nigga you be done up right, | |
| Q B at the end of the night | |
| Take a serve | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| What' s your position? | |
| Trying to come at me sideways | |
| But they ass backwards, jealousy, that all that is | |
| I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy | |
| One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby | |
| I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut | |
| Like a pit never give up | |
| Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass | |
| With a touch of class, handle that ass | |
| Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas | |
| Doing them cats, my crew' s in the back | |
| Losing it black, | |
| I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat | |
| Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped | |
| On some Queens bridge, survival shit, we strike like that | |
| Full force, we blast at your main source | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| As I sit back done, | |
| I think about my past | |
| When my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabs | |
| Or at the time when my brother got splashed | |
| It hurt my ass to see him pass | |
| But now I gotta keep on moving to get this cash | |
| You better kill his ass, if you wanna pass | |
| The premises for the | |
| Minister' s kid | |
| Called the | |
| Infamous, forgive but we never forget | |
| All that fake snake shit, could | |
| I never regret' | |
| Cause I learn from mistakes that be guiding my steps | |
| But we pull out and cock twice nigga | |
| When you least expect | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| It' s murda muzik, real life situations, placed on the paper | |
| For all you cats rapping, acting like it can' t happen | |
| Nigga we the most infamous, my team | |
| Glows in the dark and clicks the dullest | |
| Overconfident niggas get punished | |
| Take a number and get on line for drama | |
| You whiling like you was one of my own | |
| That shit don' t mix, we clashing | |
| Make moves, handle your biz | |
| Gun po' s, take action, reach for those | |
| Long chrome noses, up my gun blows | |
| Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down | |
| I give you that much, you ain' t out | |
| Close, but no cigar, you must be a fucking retard | |
| Extending your arm in my direction | |
| You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of utmost respect | |
| You niggas only know what you heard on cassette | |
| Manifest words in a flash, niggas only see the light | |
| After they bleed a few pints | |
| Take your most | |
| V P done, leave them like the letter | |
| TYou won' t see me run, unless it' s police | |
| Now take these words home and think it through | |
| For the next rhyme we write, might be about you done | |
| All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you thug muzik | |
| All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you thug muzik |
| zuò cí : Chandler, Cooper, Evans, Maman ... | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| All that' s loose leaf, my big game, scrow foul lives, snake eyes | |
| Ready with steel at any given time | |
| I' m a kill, stonehearted nigga at will | |
| Done this shit real, riddle in a life appeal | |
| And losing again for real like | |
| Armageddon | |
| Tech sweating your direction, your face change, applection | |
| My whole life been destined, to show as the moon shaped crescent | |
| Caressing these raps like backrubs and bath tubs | |
| I' m blessed, mics of all types learn their lesson | |
| Live from the strike deadly like gas chambers and pengas in jail | |
| You know the drill, | |
| Q B on the hill where | |
| I chill41 side still real, it ain' t gon' change | |
| My niggas think long range, crack the skull frame | |
| Simple and plain, fake niggas want claim fame | |
| Real niggas up north, the | |
| Vack Sing | |
| SingIt don' t make a diff don, first nigga if done | |
| We hit done, make it so shitting up, run up with my gun up | |
| Nigga you be done up right, | |
| Q B at the end of the night | |
| Take a serve | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| What' s your position? | |
| Trying to come at me sideways | |
| But they ass backwards, jealousy, that all that is | |
| I see that shit a mile away, but its all gravy | |
| One little glitch and your plan getting hit baby | |
| I got enough for you butt niggas laying in the cut | |
| Like a pit never give up | |
| Character ass, amateur ass, damage your ass | |
| With a touch of class, handle that ass | |
| Two aluminum bats, ruin them cats, to explosive gas | |
| Doing them cats, my crew' s in the back | |
| Losing it black, | |
| I be that bold cat, shine him with the black gat | |
| Hitting it close to my back, my whole click stay strapped | |
| On some Queens bridge, survival shit, we strike like that | |
| Full force, we blast at your main source | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| As I sit back done, | |
| I think about my past | |
| When my moms had no cash, and my first time catching crabs | |
| Or at the time when my brother got splashed | |
| It hurt my ass to see him pass | |
| But now I gotta keep on moving to get this cash | |
| You better kill his ass, if you wanna pass | |
| The premises for the | |
| Minister' s kid | |
| Called the | |
| Infamous, forgive but we never forget | |
| All that fake snake shit, could | |
| I never regret' | |
| Cause I learn from mistakes that be guiding my steps | |
| But we pull out and cock twice nigga | |
| When you least expect | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| The infamous all around, and you know we get down | |
| So everybody hit the ground, before you hear the loud sound | |
| Thug muzik, thug muzik | |
| It' s murda muzik, real life situations, placed on the paper | |
| For all you cats rapping, acting like it can' t happen | |
| Nigga we the most infamous, my team | |
| Glows in the dark and clicks the dullest | |
| Overconfident niggas get punished | |
| Take a number and get on line for drama | |
| You whiling like you was one of my own | |
| That shit don' t mix, we clashing | |
| Make moves, handle your biz | |
| Gun po' s, take action, reach for those | |
| Long chrome noses, up my gun blows | |
| Your legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down | |
| I give you that much, you ain' t out | |
| Close, but no cigar, you must be a fucking retard | |
| Extending your arm in my direction | |
| You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of utmost respect | |
| You niggas only know what you heard on cassette | |
| Manifest words in a flash, niggas only see the light | |
| After they bleed a few pints | |
| Take your most | |
| V P done, leave them like the letter | |
| TYou won' t see me run, unless it' s police | |
| Now take these words home and think it through | |
| For the next rhyme we write, might be about you done | |
| All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you thug muzik | |
| All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you thug muzik |
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