Marcel Dixon - Where My Thugz At Lyrics

Cellooo
Look, ayy, say where my thugs at? I'm tryna hit the block and make some shit shake
Shhh, made him do that Harlem Shake
Ayy, look, ayy
Northeast 17
Say where my thugs at? I'm tryna hit the block and make some shit shake
The chopper hit his ass and made him dance, he did the Harlem Shake
I'm tired of all the opps talkin' that shit, but don't make shit shake
How you got a pole, but don't do shit, sound like you bitch made

Nigga said he wanna kill me, I ain't dead
He got the low, I know it's sad, but give his ass a pass
He still ain't slid for bro, got tired of doin' drills
Karma creepin' at the back door
Momma said these streets don't love you, but I didn't listen, though
Really wish I did, though, cause I done lost too many bros
Some to a pole, some to the streets, switchin up their code
But you know how that shit go
My nigga, I won't ever fold
If I got you forever, my nigga I won't ever fold
Been off Patron and Henny, call that shit some dog water
Been spittin' hot shit lately, yeah this mic gon' need some water
You in the house playing safe while I make the city shake
I got hit and still scored, and when the nigga, you better play it safe
She wanna be with me for life, told her this death row
Remember when niggas thought this shit was a joke
Till them choppers hit his body, hit the floor
Now he can't joke no more
Call this that EBK flow, f*ck a stop sign, he can't park my load
Ain't nobody gettin' dropped, we the ones sending shots
Send his ass up to heaven, let a nigga meet his pops
How you bang inside the house, what type of shit is that
Always talking shit, but don't wanna get that get back
And all my thugs been on the block, said, where your thugs been at
And we been focused on this money in a bigger bag
But if I had to, I'd shoot shots just like I'm from Iraq
But if I had to, I'd shoot shots just like I'm from Iraq

Hey where my thugs at
I'm trying to hit the block and make some shit shake
The chopper hit his ass and made him dance, he did the Harlem shake
I'm tired of all the opps talkin' that shit, but don't make shit shake
How you got a pole, but don't do shit sound like you bitch made
Say where are my thugs at
I'm tryin' to hit the block and make some shit shake
The chopper hit his ass and made him dance, he did the Harlem shake
I'm tired of all the opps talking that shit, but don't make shit shake
How you got a pole, but don't do shit sound like you bitch made

Cause I got love for my block ain't got no love for a opp
F*ck the safety on the glizzy, put a switchie on the top
Yeah, can't f*ck with bro
Went in the room and damn near told it all
Only niggas still sliding for Quez, so I can't f*ck with y'all
Thought we were bros
What happened to that shit though
Niggas went and told, now he rat
I got some pest control
Put him on a shirt, make him work, call him orchid man
(Cockroach ass nigga, Call him orchid man)
Shooters shoot
And killas kill to kill
Put his ass on a tee, I call my glick the holy field
Why every time I try and go and step, niggas be occupied
But niggas say they know the drill, but niggas go and f*cking lie
So come on, G
Come and f*cking slide
Send a nigga up to heaven, tell your mom goodbye
Send a nigga up to heaven, tell your mom goodbye
I'm tired of niggas talking shit
You lived a f*ckin' puny life, nigga

Where the block at
Making shit shake
I'm tired of niggas
Ayy

Cello
17, northeast, nigga
You know how we coming, nigga
I told y'all, nigga, I was coming back in the motherf*cking booth to do this shit
And you know I'm coming back to do this shit
F*ck you and f*ck yo momma too
Cockroach ass nigga