Thug In The Street lyrics

[Intro: The LOX]

Y'all know it's on again, right? (Yeah)

Now y'all know y'all done fucked up, right?

Y'all know you can't fuck with double R (Yeah)

So why the fuck y'all keep tryin'?

Ruff Ryders!

[Chorus: The LOX]

I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do

If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing

Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do

If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing

Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

[Verse 1: Drag-On]

Yo, I be the D-R-A-G dash

Y'all niggas foot slim 'cause bullets make your feet fast

We throw babies in the trash

Drag don't play with little gats

Crib like McDonalds nothin' but Big Macs

And quarter pounds

Bitch, place your order now, stay in line

I only fuck with broke niggas that straight depend on crime

You straight pussy, so fuck your ass cap

'Cause in jail, they'll put your cap where your ass at, you ass black

Projects, that's where Drag at

Yeah, ya got heart

But if I don't got my gun, that's where ya gon' get stabbed at, boy

As a young, I never grabbed that toy

Drag was taught to grab that and ask, "Where the cash at"

[Verse 2: Sheek Louch]

You think we shoot his pocket sides, deuce-deuce the 25s

You ain't takin' 'em, nigga, you threatenin' lives

I ain't frontin', motherfucker, I don't shoot no legs

I'm tryna see if your brains really look like eggs

Or is it just that commercial? Your brain on drugs

Now it's a total different look from these shotgun slugs

To get rich, it could take less than two days

I'm like them little beepers halfs and bullets two-ways

Fuck vests, my shit go through toupéés

I'm a thug in New York and when I'm on your set

We the apartment where they filmed good times at

Bitch, what the fuck? I'm a thug nigga

[Chorus: The LOX]

I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do

If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing

Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do

If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing

Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

[Verse 3: Styles P]

Weight on my back, hate in my heart

Blood in my eye

Foot on the gas, blunt in my mouth

Lovin' the ride

Hand on the gun, ear to the street

Back to the wall

Mind on my money while I'm clappin' at y'all

[Verse 4: Jadakiss]

I got niggas in jail, crack in the hood

Hustle in south

Fiends and customers that run in your house

I got family ties, I'm handy with knives

I live my life in the ghetto, nose candy and .9s

I'm deeper than most

Sleep with it close, wake with a demon

Have visions of the whole world shaking and screaming

[Verse 5: Styles P & Jadakiss]

I was born to be a leader

But if the game was dirty, I was born to be a cheater

You talking to me greezy

I was gone to get the heater

You tell me what you know about blow

Gettin' dough and straight warrin' with a meaner

Frontin' in a Benz or I was soarin' in a Beemer

Lyin' in the cut

The gun is straight running like a tire on the trucks

If he is real or a liar put the plier to his nuts

Or the fire to his guts

'Cause niggas is too soft

That heat make niggas cool off

Fuck ice, I'm tryna cop the crew lofts

So we can be back in effect

I throw the barrel to the back of your neck

And hop back in the 'vette

'Cause everybody is a felon with loot

They say rap is like dust and we the only ones sellin' the juice

[Chorus: The LOX]

I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do

If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing

Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do

If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing

Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

[Verse 6: Eve]

Yo, yo

Bitches is so sick, they throw up

So scared, they don't even come around in places that I show up

Go 'head, nigga, put your dough up

Me against who? Nigga, grow up

Bitches choke, can't even get their flow up

I ain't got no fear 'bout you bitches in the industry

Actin' all confused, don't know who you supposed to be

Chickens lost, steady worryin' 'bout who's dick is tossed

Stop stallin', better get this thing before it's gone

But I ain't mad 'cause I ain't gon' pass it on

Callin' askin' can you get on my shit 'cause your cash is gone

You won't get no sales off of me, bitch please

Pitbull run with dogs, I don't like fleas

[Chorus: The LOX]

I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do

If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing

Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang

I'm a thug in the streets and I know what to do

If you fuckin' with me, I'ma fuck with you

I don't give a fuck now, I'ma do my thing

Like a motherfuckin' dog, let the gun, gun, bang