Lyrical Breakdown of Thuggin’ - A Journey through Words and Rhymes

"Somebody warn the west, nigga ain't runnin

Somebody- nigga ain't runnin' no more

The Legend of Nig- in color, rated PG

Parental guidance suggested"

Uh, yeah, fa sho

Niggas be comin' at me like

"Yo, yo, Fred man

You a real nigga, dawg" (yes baby)

Real nigga (real nigga)

I be like (from front to the back)

Respect man (respect)

These fake niggas done lowered the bar, you know what I'm sayin'?

Yeah, niggas be like, "Fred, you ain't never lied"

Fuck the rap shit my gangsta is solidified

Still do my business on the side

Bitch if you polices, then pay me no never mind

I was thuggin', black and red laces in my number threes

Take a pull up off the wood and let that motherfucker breathe

Sit outside a busta crib and let that motherfucker leave

Walk his ass back in and put him on his motherfuckin' knees

Thuggin', never takin' no for an answer

Might just take a loss but bitch I'd rather take my chances

This liquor got me lurkin' where you livin in the night time

59Fifty to the left but I'm in my right mind

Thuggin', pants gon' be sagging 'til I'm forty

Still lyrically sharper than these short bus shawtys

Them phonies ain't gon' throw me in this minstrel show

These labels see how far up in they mouth my dick could go

So gon' and choke on this meat and throw my song on repeat

Might move away one day but I'm always gon' belong to the streets

I'm straight thuggin' uh, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right, uh

Yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right

'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin'

Sellin' you the science of the street rap

Every motherfuckin' show I do is off the meat rack

I done been in jail and did my best not to repeat that

I'm tryna feed my family, give a fuck about your feedback

Critically acclaimed, but that shit don't mean a thing

When you rockin' mics and still in microwaves cooking 'caine

Never trickin' on a dame, I'm too cold for you broke hoes

Don't let the knob hit your booty when the door close, bitch

She let me hit it cause I'm thuggin'

Squares need not apply, I'm so fly I might fuck her cousin

Swiftly 'bout to stick a sweet dick in ya sweetheart

Then get some groceries off, might geek a EBT card

Why the feds worried 'bout me clockin' on this corner when there's politicians out here getting popped in Arizona

Bitch, I'm thuggin', bitch and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right

Yeah, yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right

'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin'

We're not against rap, but we're against those thugs

Can't be legit when every nigga in ya clique sold drugs

Predicate felons in my faculty, real killers can vouch for me

Teach a kid at the crib or your children might cop an ounce from me and smoke out in the Chevy with us

'Cause in the past my low-class black ass would serve my own fucking family members

I hate to say it, ain't no need to be discreet

If she don't cop from me, she get it from a nigga up the street

Cause he thuggin', and yo she'd probably suck his dick for it

She turnt out so it ain't shit to turn a trick for it (that's a bitch)

My uncle last bitch, put him on the glass dick

Tried to rob a man to feed his habit, he got blasted

I live on borrowed time, my expiration date I past it

So lock me up forever, but this shit is everlasting

I'm thuggin' uh, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right, uh

Yeah, and it feels so good, uh, and it feels so right

'Cause motherfucker I'm thuggin', bitch

"...shit is this?"

You got all these dumbass niggas scared of you around here?

Just tryin' to make a fool outta me or somethin'?

Aye, fool look at this damn fool in here!

Shit!"