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Thug Muzik (feat. Infamous Mobb & Chinky)

The infamous all around and you know we get down

So everybody hit the ground before you hear the loud sound

Thug musik thug musik

Thug musik thug musikAll 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 applectionMy whole life been destined, to show as the moon, shape cressin

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 dreal, QB on the hill where I chill

Forty-one side still real, it ain't gone 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 Sing

It 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, QB at the end of the night

Take a serveWhat's your position?

Trying to come at me sideways

But they ass backwards, jealousy, that's 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 sourceWhat's your position?

Trying to come at me sideways

But they ass backwards, jealousy, that's 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 sourceAs I sit back don, 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 want to pass

The premicise 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 expectWhat's your position?

Trying to come at me sideways

But they ass backwards, jealousy, that's 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 sourceIt'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 in 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 blowsYour legs turn noodles, you shot a few going down

I give you that much, you ain't out

Close but no ci-gar, you must be a fucking retard

Extending your arm in my direction

You better squeeze hard, my rank is that of up most 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 VP don, leave them like the letter T

You won't see me run, unless its police

Now take these words home and think it through

For the next rhyme we write might be about you don

All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you Thug Musik

All you niggas so confuses, this is giving you Thug Musik

Songwriters

PETERSON, RAHEEN JAMAL/MAMAN, ALAN/EVANS, SHALENE/COOPER, LIONEL/CHANDLER, JAMES/JOHNSON, ALBERT J.Published by

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