| Song | Thug In Me - normal |
| Artist | Spice 1 |
| Artist | YoungStar |
| Album | Thug Reunion |
| Intro： | |
| Yeah, i heard niggaz out here talking major shit you dig | |
| But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "spice you a punk" | |
| Cause you know i whup his motherfuckin ass | |
| Chorus: | |
| Niggas be muggin me, don't show no love for me | |
| Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me | |
| Now when i walk on by, niggaz be muggin me | |
| Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me | |
| Now if your hoe come knockin at my door, she | |
| Must want a thug ass nigga for sure | |
| Cause it's the young playa spiz-ice and i be stacking my paper | |
| 24 motherfuckin 7, a nigga havin it major | |
| Now we can do this like playas | |
| Or we can hop into some gangsta shit | |
| Niggas be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your bitch | |
| I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see | |
| I had to pistol whip the nigga because he knows who we are | |
| We the niggas with the lex's, rolexes laced up with diamonds | |
| Timer, timer, baller, baller | |
| She fucked with the shot caller now | |
| Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigga | |
| Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars | |
| Real as they come i got soldiers ready to rob at night | |
| And when a nigga goes to your jar you don't attempt to fight | |
| You playa hate daily, talkin the shit on the ace | |
| But you a bitch cause you never talk the shit to my face | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the chevy | |
| Heavy in the game | |
| But about four five different ghetto names | |
| I can't be tamed i'm a g to my heart | |
| I can't be changed i've been breaking these niggaz down from the start | |
| I'm hearing shit up in the streets man, niggaz is crazy | |
| I've been serving them dope fiends on that block | |
| Since you was babies | |
| And the world is yours, nigga you can have it all | |
| But if you talk bad on this g ass nigga you'll take a fall, blaaaow | |
| How many hoes want a nigga that get his ass kicked | |
| Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back | |
| I ain't the type to let no nigga jack me | |
| Baby we cool if they run up on the caddy | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I'm off the hennessy, when it's me she's callin right back | |
| I'm up in the benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack | |
| I'm strapped with two blacks, cuz i ain the baller | |
| Who be out there slippin | |
| She understands niggaz be playa hatin so she ain't trippin | |
| Saggy pants g-braids but nigga still out to get paid | |
| I'm keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made | |
| Shadetree niggaz be tryin to get in my mix | |
| Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when i be burying tricks | |
| She seen me knock niggaz out now i do walkbys | |
| Now i put faulty ass niggas between them chalk lines | |
| See everybody be lookin when i be bailin, trailin indo smoke | |
| See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin | |
| And now i kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day | |
| But sucka ass niggaz be all up in my way | |
| You're secure don't you worry bout a thang | |
| I got these two twin glocks and when they cocked this is what they say | |
| Chorus 2x |
| Intro: | |
| Yeah, i heard niggaz out here talking major shit you dig | |
| But ain' t no motherfucker step to me and said " spice you a punk" | |
| Cause you know i whup his motherfuckin ass | |
| Chorus: | |
| Niggas be muggin me, don' t show no love for me | |
| Don' t playa hate me love tha thug in me | |
| Now when i walk on by, niggaz be muggin me | |
| Don' t playa hate me love tha thug in me | |
| Now if your hoe come knockin at my door, she | |
| Must want a thug ass nigga for sure | |
| Cause it' s the young playa spizice and i be stacking my paper | |
| 24 motherfuckin 7, a nigga havin it major | |
| Now we can do this like playas | |
| Or we can hop into some gangsta shit | |
| Niggas be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your bitch | |
| I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see | |
| I had to pistol whip the nigga because he knows who we are | |
| We the niggas with the lex' s, rolexes laced up with diamonds | |
| Timer, timer, baller, baller | |
| She fucked with the shot caller now | |
| Didn' t need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigga | |
| Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars | |
| Real as they come i got soldiers ready to rob at night | |
| And when a nigga goes to your jar you don' t attempt to fight | |
| You playa hate daily, talkin the shit on the ace | |
| But you a bitch cause you never talk the shit to my face | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the chevy | |
| Heavy in the game | |
| But about four five different ghetto names | |
| I can' t be tamed i' m a g to my heart | |
| I can' t be changed i' ve been breaking these niggaz down from the start | |
| I' m hearing shit up in the streets man, niggaz is crazy | |
| I' ve been serving them dope fiends on that block | |
| Since you was babies | |
| And the world is yours, nigga you can have it all | |
| But if you talk bad on this g ass nigga you' ll take a fall, blaaaow | |
| How many hoes want a nigga that get his ass kicked | |
| Car took, whupped and jacked ain' t got no get back | |
| I ain' t the type to let no nigga jack me | |
| Baby we cool if they run up on the caddy | |
| Chorus 2x | |
| I' m off the hennessy, when it' s me she' s callin right back | |
| I' m up in the benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack | |
| I' m strapped with two blacks, cuz i ain the baller | |
| Who be out there slippin | |
| She understands niggaz be playa hatin so she ain' t trippin | |
| Saggy pants gbraids but nigga still out to get paid | |
| I' m keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made | |
| Shadetree niggaz be tryin to get in my mix | |
| Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when i be burying tricks | |
| She seen me knock niggaz out now i do walkbys | |
| Now i put faulty ass niggas between them chalk lines | |
| See everybody be lookin when i be bailin, trailin indo smoke | |
| See it ain' t nothing but the smooth sailin | |
| And now i kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day | |
| But sucka ass niggaz be all up in my way | |
| You' re secure don' t you worry bout a thang | |
| I got these two twin glocks and when they cocked this is what they say | |
| Chorus 2x |