Thugs Anthem

Kool G. Rap

featuring Johnny 2 Gunz Pokaface




[Kool G. Rap]



Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot



For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?



For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot



For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew



Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot



For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?



For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot



For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew




[Kool G. Rap]



Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula



Before I have to send these busters, just to warm you up



Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up



Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners



I can roll up all by myself and make a street close



Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose



Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow



You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low



Free to go, deeper than six feet low



This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die



Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize



we send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs



Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies



Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live




Chorus



Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot



For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ?



For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot



For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew




[Johnny 2 Gunz]



Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical



Magnifico, money making myth in Mexico



You try to fuck me, yo, I'll bust you in your cherry whole



Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo



I felt the graces from the highs to the very low



One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes



Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals



Congressionals, street medal, award winners



Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow?



What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker



Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye



Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why?



While your souls floating over me, you owing me



You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me



Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty



Another faded memory, that's awful Bee



Cuz I'm still breathing steadily




[Pokaface]



You think that Pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up



And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up



You pointedly regret, I'll blaze you and your family up



You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up



Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't



Information's not to be given, making sure you won't



Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes