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- 50/50 Twin f/ Yung Ro, Mista Madd - All My Thuggz Lyrics
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- (*talking*)
- 50/50, Yung Ro, Mista Madd
- Bringing you, some mo' thug ish
- Yeah, all about this green cheese
- This for my thugs, feel me on this
- No, feel us on this ay
- [50/50 Twin]
- 50/50 got grind, cause he was born with it
- I thank God all the time, that I was born fitty
- I don't call pshycic lines, or get palm reading
- I put a rain coat on my spine, when I see the storm reaching
- Um briefly, I must describe a hustler with heart
- From his greens cheese, to God struggled apart
- Dump his main squeeze, you know why she bugging him a lot
- Over petty things, like why we never go chill at the park
- If it's cash, he get it five dollars and up
- He don't flash, but really got Impalas and trucks
- The stash, gon fill it ten thousand dollars and up
- Sleep fast, enough chilling now it's time to get bucks
- Roll one deep, that way he don't have to split nicks
- Roll one sweet, that way he can stash it really quick
- Clothes come cheap, that way he ain't attractive to chicks
- Four hundred G's, practically he having them bricks
- [Hook]
- All my thugs, bust your guns
- Represent your shit, throw up your hood you from
- Fire up the hydro, if you holding some
- Grind and get your million, that you're focused on
- Soon as you get some bread, here the roaches come
- If they have they hand out, give em no response
- Matter fact, watch the hoes cause those the ones
- Try not to spend shit, even fold your ones
- [Yung Ro]
- You niggaz got me fucked up, bucked down and sideways
- Pain In Full starving artists, and I ain't ate in my five days
- I got five ways to get do', I'ma give you three
- Pimping hustling, and rapping on beats
- I'm grinding in these streets, Boogie D a crack cutter
- A B county headbuster, serving them crack suckers
- We got crack for crackheads, that'll crack your head
- Pregnant smokers take a puff, and crack they eggs
- And if they late paying us, Cat'll crack your legs
- We so deep in this shit, we gotta tap the FEDs
- You never know what niggaz wearing, so I aim for the head
- And always check my clientele, in case they came with the FEDs
- I'ma slowly torture you, until you tell me who hired you
- Put a bullet in your head, if I feel they wired you
- Where my thugs at grinding, surran brick wrapping
- I'm at cross relationships, trying not to quit rapping
- [Hook]
- [Mista Madd]
- I ain't gon say they saved the best for last, it was out of respect
- A bunch of killers on my payroll, so you don't wanna flex
- I never do dirt, I got dirty cats that get dirty
- And they already know, I got a ton of attorneys
- Paid In Full is the streets, but call me the Don
- Y'all little tricks in the game, I done this for way too long
- I use to be Mista Madd, cause local rappers made me pissy
- Now you niggaz wanna sign, you niggaz use to diss me
- Twin call me the mob boss, but Marcus calls me pa
- That there, that's the um B I just bought
- Don't hate me little daddy, cause I love myself
- Sometimes I wanna jump back, and kiss myself
- This little broad on my brain, she gon kiss myself
- I do em two at a time, uh-uh I don't need no help
- See I'm heavy in the game, moving weight but not weight
- These c.d.'s I serve the cookie cutters, mad so I bake
- Giving five orders shake, Paid In Full is my faith
- The million dollar deal turned down, it's what I already made
- See you jumped on the first deal, your label would offer
- That's why your label's like the legend, of that boy Jimmy Hoffa
- No one can find ya, man tell me where you are
- All you saw was the stars, and you ain't even a star
- Hey look at that dude there, in that color changing car
- Admit it it's hard, but Mista Madd just went hard
- [Hook - 2x]
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