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Heaven 4 Thugs Lyrics - Artist : Yhung T.O.
Know it's heaven for a thug
On the day that I'm gone So I ain't even trippin Tryna write my wrongs I been slanging held my own I know god don't make em like me no more Went and got a little money They don't like me no more Now a nigga keep a gun Ain't no fighting no more Nigga ain't no playing feds fair game in the field Nigga better ask around shit get real Nigga better ask around The ones applying pressure on these niggas Ain't no such thing as backin down Better stand up to them You better stand up them niggas Don't you let a nigga take your man hood We'll slide through you and you and your man hood nigga Big body just do it don't even think about it Up that bitch you and me gotta be somebody Just to tell the truth, I hope you realer than you move Cause this guide for real niggas if you never break the rules Bitch we into starting problems We ain't into paying homies Tryna come up out the bottom All my niggas really wildin Gotta turn into a beast In that jungle to survive it Still feed a nigga bullets I'm just tryna feed you knowledge Went through hell to get shit poppin I won't let ah nigga stop it Had to pray to gangsta god Cause there wasn't even no more options And he told me keep yo chin up You gon make it out the hood Doing bad for the good If you thinking that he couldn't Know it's heaven for a thug On the day that I'm gone So I ain't even trippin Tryna write my wrongs I been slanging held my own I know god don't make em like me know more Went and got a little money They don't like me no more Now a nigga keep a gun Ain't no fighting no more nigga Ain't no playing feds fair game in the field Nigga better ask around shit getting real Last of a dying breed Why they wanna play with me What the fuck you think happened When them niggas shot at me Double back turn the light We know they don't hang at night Get her crackin broad day you know I ain't just rapping right Told me not to talk about it Niggas think I really changed Ever since the money came RSE still I bang Niggas hate and bitches fake I say it to they face 40 in my left pocket Chopper right around the waist Your opinions never matter you should save em He ain't grow up in the hood I won't pave em Got the hood up on my Bentley [?] Ain't no feelings for no sucka's they disabled Couple niggas round my life I knew a solid 4 Why the fuck was you doing this shit I need to know Never mind hold the line I don't wanna know But nigga tell me what the fuck I need to hear your CD for |
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