Half-A-Mill - Thug Luv Lyrics

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Thug love, to all of my cats

that went out of town to hustle and nevercame back

Thug love, to all my cats

thats in jail forever, and ain't never comin' back

Thug love, to all of my cats

who got murdered for stacks and ain't never comin' back

Thug love, to all of my cats

who got lost in the ghetto and ain't never comin' back



[Verse 1]

Sometimes I reminisce

puffin' lye, swallowin' Guinesses

the niggas I used to know is the niggas I miss

some is rich and hidin' out

some is sittin' in the mountains 'till their lifetime is out

others got found layin' on the ground and their mind was out

those thats still livin' I hope ya'll hear this

cause ya'll who I'm rhymin' about

I know ya'll feel this

ya'll probably lick shots everytime ya'll hear this

Milion, still in this, no loses

still winnin' this, ya'll probably pushin' gold Porsches

cribs with gold faucets

pimpin' Ho's who pose for portraits

wherever ya'll at I know you're gettin' it

wherever ya'll at I know ya'll stackin' chips, livin' rich

I took this time out to reminisce on all the niggas I miss

let the lye twist

last time I seen you it was Nine-Six

you had Five bricks and two chicks to ride wit'

left the Eight-Fifty-I at my crib

two bottles of Cris', I won't pop 'em 'till you return,

won't even drive your car yo

Yo, we Duns like Lamont and Rahlo

as long as time flow

I'm'a keep you in my mind yo

and I'm'a shine so ya'll can see the sign of my glow.



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[Verse 2]

See, I ain't fail

to all my cats in C.I.A. jails

Men in black Prisons

who got caught with Karrots from Egyptians

Semarians, contacted by Aliens

black Elohiem trapped in the Beast

kidnapped in the East

now in the Western Hemisphere trapped in the streets

here me Son

Ya'll probably in Area Fifty-One

division first prison is worse, cause niggas don't even know

there's a civilization in the middle of the Earth

we was tricked from birth

and slave whipped from birth

stripped from birth

probably microchipped from birth

project dwellin'

we're labeled as high-tech felons

C-74 to the shores of Broadway

I hear the voice in the Hallway, everyday all day

ghetto Heaven, Four-Four or the sawed-off way

for all my Duns who caught bodies and got caught on tape

and those who got snitched on

that little chicken-head bitch got pissed off and ran her lips off

FEDS grabbed her up, now I heard they found her

stabbed up with a pitch fork

It's '99, niggas is rich in New York

so we still livin'...I don't know

where ya'll at or if ya'll still there.



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[Verse 3]

I won't say no names

'cause FEDS ain't playin' no games

for major Cocaine they sent jakes to raid your domain

I got brains, mega ice on my gold chain

poetic fame, laid back in the stretch Range

paid Mack without the suede hat, just plain

whats left to explain?

we went from Pyramids to projects

from projects to material objects

still imperial, one and the same

gunnin' the same

floss 'till I'm a Hundred and change

pop corks off Louis the 13th bottles of Champaigne

Donald Goines thug

hollow point slug

I got a major team destroyin' you scrubs

this is what we call love

my Duns brawl in mess halls

transport quarter Ki's in Lex doors

my Son showed me the World and said "It's Yours"

it's your choice, Sixes or Fours

bitches or whores

this division is yours

just keep it real and live for the cause

keep your steel 'cause shit is a war, this shit is a war.



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