We're not against rap, we're not against rappers, but we are against those thugs. Step bump, step bump, hit a bump, get a jolt at the duster's feel. Just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples, cause we so real. Chill, better bring your weapon, when steppin', bring on that ammunition. Trippin' on sip, not to mention, never knew no competition. But I gotta get mine, so scream out more and let me hear you holler. Not about that mighty dollar, roll with the bum or thug a baller. Chain gang remainin' the same, flamin' my deck and drankin' brews. Thinkin' about that hangin', clappin' my back and thuggin' with you. It's the thuggest rugger's ball. Get ready for the bone and the more thugs, busters, you know me as a hustler. Try to creep and get beat, maybe six feet, peak. Gotta put them under, straight jackets, gotta make that money, man, it's still the same. Vettin' in my black trench vest, you gotta be down there, bang, bang. Come and get this tea, check, your soul just hopped up to the smut stack. Me drinkin' me brews to my skull crack, we glue all the way back. It's the thuggest rugger's ball. Now follow me now, roll strong, I'm thievin' the land, but creep if you can. Take another swig till the brain grows, lokin', instead of chokin' off that bone. Smokin', runnin' from the po-po. Now, gotta get him up with my busters. Right turn to the double-glut. Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustler. Puff-puff to the brain shot. The P.O.C. didn't tweet it. Gotta get another kick for my truck. Oh, English really don't need it. But in case my dudes wanna get drunk, they pop on. So leave them alone, you know I'ma get shut down. Thug runnin' the 9 o'clock, and you better believe they be runnin' this thug style. So what now? See the bone done clanked, thug never gon' change the flame up. Sit back and just look to the same cut. Let the face only creepin' like Tamer. It's the thuggest rugger's ball. Gotta give it all up to the Glock. Glock, pop, pop, better drop for the buckshot. The bone in me never no hustle. No creepin' up out of the Ziploc. So Zen, Zip, Jen. Let the bone hold when I'm not up and slippin'. And slip then, and clip then. And stick in me blinds and back. Don't matter, just test. Nuts to the chest and put them to rest. And what I won't test. Puff, put a hole up in me fist. And gotta get through my soul, but it won't budge. Look, drug me, victim. The blood in me runnin' my mental. The thug in me, stuck in me, keepin' it simple. The blood in me runnin' me pencil. To the tempo, bumpin' you. You dug to the thuggish, rugged sheen. They say incitement. Condition to the build to the james. And about two I'm on bottom. I'm tellin' you on my enemy. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone, bone, bone, bone, bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. We got lazy and crazy. Bizzy's in the house. Witch is in the house. And Blaze and Tasha leave us just in case. The thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. Definitely in the house. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone. It's the thuggish, rugged bone.