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Nature - Thugs Hustlers lyrics
[Intro: (Mag)] 
 Aw shit! Here we go! 
 Aw there go my niggas over there! 
 Yeah there go my thugs over there! 
 There go them bitches over there! 
 Look out for shots for my real niggas! 
 [Chorus:] 
 Where my thugs where my hustlers at? 
 Where my thugs where my hustlers at? Say what? 
 Where my thugs where my hustlers at? 
 Where my thuss where my hustlers at? Say what? 
 The Henny's in me, you can't change that 
 Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? 
 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 
 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 
 The Henny's in me, you can't change that 
 Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at? 
 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 
 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at 
 [Mag] 
 Now why should locs give a fuck? 
 What? Nigga my mental's stuck 
 I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up 
 Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up 
 When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk 
 Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me 
 Real ass niggas they get it done with me 
 Because they want with me 
 Ha, it's just the low life I live 
 Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died 
 My head stays busted 
 All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay 
 Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga 
 Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind 
 [Treach] 
 See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin 
 While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions 
 My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin 
 My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin 
 See, some motherfuckers got loot to get 
 It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit Nature - Thugs Hustlers - http://motolyrics.com/nature/thugs-hustlers-lyrics.html
 So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit 
 And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six 
 Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow 
 Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos 
 So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito 
 Then Beelow rolled him through the desert 
 Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note 
 A section or a solid to sell it 
 Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits 
 'cause a pimp and a thug and a hustler know 
 You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah 
[Chorus]
 [Krayzie Bone] 
 You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud 
 Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched 
 Now they better tear this motherfucker up 
 If you one of them niggas, us 
 Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what 
 We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots 
 Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels 
 Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry 
 And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money 
 Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler 
 And you gotta have the nuts to be both 
 And I gotta roll with the raws 
 And get with the steady regardless 
 Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with 
 See we the ones that like to crash the party 
 Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there 
 'cause we don't give a fuck (we don't) 
 Just 'cause I be rappin and all my records went platinum 
 Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality 
 But I know some niggas be fakin themselves 
 That's 'cause they hoes 
 And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell 
 Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real 
 So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live 
 Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers 
 Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya 
 And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers 
 Hustlers, hustlers











