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Correct Ride The Thug Line Lyrics
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[Chorus] Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah [Bam] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?) Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat Ain't no debate be [?] publicly Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially Ride with my team, the Thugline regime Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us? Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me On my pager to beep me And I sense they negative energy Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos Sweaty in this humidity, high My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on [Chorus] All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [Young Dre] All night long we ain't goin to sleep Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man My niggas on one, he snuck a [?] can in The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin Hey dj, you workin with that equipment Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that She told me about herself she want to model and act I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this Who could really blame me about those ass and hips? She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal? Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill [Chorus] Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah [Keef G] I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us First round that we [?] now we adding a plus Live just to die know you know it’s a must Silly niggas tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win Got a pocket full of plenty niggas splurgin on drink Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work Can't understand a command niggas, patrolin to turf Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot Hit the block with a rock with [?] make 'em [?] I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block [Chorus] All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [Krayzie Bone] You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain't heard yet But I won't battle mc's, but we do handle beef with these Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em) Ask some of these niggas past nothin but snakes in the grass Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you're stressin Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggas wreck shit Platinum? That ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse What we be givin? Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shit Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em) Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die They die, they die
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