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For My Thugs (Featuring Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Beanie Sigel & Amil)

作词:Shawn Carter, Malik Cox, Dwight Grant, Dana Stinson, Amil Whitehead

This one for the future
Everybody wanna be a Roc-A-Fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies but this one's for my thugs

Wanna drive by the hood and dump
Come on, stupid, I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor, back on the wall, good with the pump
Blast through your stomach, stupid, you can look through your lunch

Is this what you want? ***** that's clappin' that priest
Runnin' the streets, lawless, blastin' police
Stickin' Furby's out the window, snatchin' your niece
And nah, we don't just rap, we clap, you past the seats

Me with the Twin Eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek
And I got the whole city ready to throw toast with me
I'm loved, ***** wanna throw slugs with Jigga
All they need is a reason to show love for Jigga

***** wanna go back to back till both of our gats clack
Till we reload in three seconds flat, I'm back
***** ain't met ya hat, entered in ya shoulder
Exit out ya back, gangsta ****

I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs
With my thug *****, slug *****, tear the club *****
My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love *****

Cock and shoot it, smoke, whole city polluted
When I talk the whole block muted
Like E.F. Hutton style, Bleek not frontin' now
We suit up for war with no button down
We clip up and zip up, hit your wip up

Put four in your cage, the other four in your face
And you don't want that, I catch a ***** pump at
Send 'em to one of my custy's and bring a lung back
Me, Bean, Jay, **** you can't front that
Weed, coke, dope, Bleek ***** pump that

Stay in the game for my beef, I tote up
Sit low in the seat, my weed I roll up
Smoke one to the head
Come between my stomach and leg

Yeah, I'm the thuggin' the street
You don't want nothin' with Bleek
It's Roc-A-Fella for life, you know that ****
Get your ones, get your guns , ***** throw that ****

I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs
With my thug ******, slug ******, tear the club ******
My, I don't give a **** ****** it's all love ******

This goes out to my give head *****
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My suck **** *****, supply cookie ******
Yo, I live for the sheets, I die for the sheets
Like I spit for beets, like I ride for my peeps

Yo, I love this glamor **** but ***** I been gutter
Before can I get it and double excel covers
I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore
I like everythin' from my **** to my bras raw

Yeah, is my street ****** not into this
Nay, is my street ****** not into this
Wild loud like my thugs do up in the tunnel
You know the rock to itchy finger the tussle

This territory locked, no more room in this hustle
Check the sound scan we gettin' platinum plaques and bundles
Verses I lye them down, they never die down
If the crowd rile down then fire another round

I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs
With my thug *****, slug *****, tear the club *****
My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love *****

That it go through your jeep
You know I'm controllin' the street
Beanie Sigel, Hove, and Bleek
I keep rope and a baby mack, don't get your ladies *******

Comin' out that baby gat, ****** with a crazy cat
I know you wanna lay me flat
****, plenty ***** wanna pay me back

Win on stick-ups turn thou' avalanche pick-ups
For the soft and the cooked up
They lost when they looked up

Why you think I roll with the Roc?
Everybody I roll with ****
Everybody I roll with got *****
Ain't stoppin' me from takin' over blocks

West Coast style, S.K. with the shoulder stop
Order hour fifteen, I spur on your team four pound hecklin' cocked
Jeckle ya block, settin' off Viper alarms, strikin' ya mom
Roc-A-Fella dynasty, gotcha last right in their palms

I flow hard for the street, sicka for the club
Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs
With my thug *****, slug *****, tear the club *****
My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love *****

Slug *****, tear the club *****
My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love *****
Sicka for the club, sicka for the lady, this is for my thugs
Slug *****, tear the club ******
My, I don't give a **** *****, it's all love ****