Allyuh watching people things and don't know what a man go through dawg
You feel it's just so
Fall back stack paper act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
Money over bitches, you know my code
Shorty say she love me, but I don't know what that's about
And every gun I got, yes it's my own
And if you don't want peace, we can slug it out
I ain't eat for three days, tryna make money three ways
It's in the game like EA, been selling weed since 3A
Since high school, never smoked the shit but I sold
Since high school, never trust a bitch on my soul
Shit ain't changed, I just be getting better at it
Hustle in my habit, 9 with the chip automatic
I'm a money addict, the streets in Trini is drastic
Can't wait to unds my 9 and give a nigga six feet like he collect shoes
My shooters wanna kill for free, that's what respect do
My jeweler fed up, see my face cause I collect Jewels
I really made it from the bottom, what's your excuse
Say what's your excuse? You got your hand out
I put some diamonds in my chain so I could stand out
Your girl see me and she scream cause she fanned out
They think I'm lucky but I had this shit planned out
Bitch I'm the man now, but I had to
Fall back, stack paper, act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
Money over bitches, you know my code
Shorty say she love me, but I don't know what that's about
And every gun I got, yes it's my own
And if you don't want peace, we could slug it out
Niggas see the shine but don't see the struggle
Niggas see the diamonds but don't see the hustle
Niggas think I'm sweet but don't see the muscle
This 30 clip turn your big dog to a fossil
I don't fight, I don't tussle
You can keep the kung fu, I learn from Sun Tzu
So I keep the gun cool, remember I had one shoe
Now I got plenty pairs, plenty pain and plenty tears
I rock my jewels anywhere, keep it real
I ain't scared, dead in jail, I ain't there
Thanking God for the air, sucker free, I ain't square
On the block, I ain't there, in the bank, I ain't rare
Lock me down, I'm a player, in Arima I'm the mayor
Fall back, stack paper, Act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
I'm the type that gotta have my own
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
I got to hustle for my own
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
It ain't about milking off the next man
ill Payne - Thug it Out Lyrics
ill Payne - Thug it Out Lyrics
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Allyuh watching people things and don't know what a man go through dawg
You feel it's just so
Fall back stack paper act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
Money over bitches, you know my code
Shorty say she love me, but I don't know what that's about
And every gun I got, yes it's my own
And if you don't want peace, we can slug it out
I ain't eat for three days, tryna make money three ways
It's in the game like EA, been selling weed since 3A
Since high school, never smoked the shit but I sold
Since high school, never trust a bitch on my soul
Shit ain't changed, I just be getting better at it
Hustle in my habit, 9 with the chip automatic
I'm a money addict, the streets in Trini is drastic
Can't wait to unds my 9 and give a nigga six feet like he collect shoes
My shooters wanna kill for free, that's what respect do
My jeweler fed up, see my face cause I collect Jewels
I really made it from the bottom, what's your excuse
Say what's your excuse? You got your hand out
I put some diamonds in my chain so I could stand out
Your girl see me and she scream cause she fanned out
They think I'm lucky but I had this shit planned out
Bitch I'm the man now, but I had to
Fall back, stack paper, act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
Money over bitches, you know my code
Shorty say she love me, but I don't know what that's about
And every gun I got, yes it's my own
And if you don't want peace, we could slug it out
Niggas see the shine but don't see the struggle
Niggas see the diamonds but don't see the hustle
Niggas think I'm sweet but don't see the muscle
This 30 clip turn your big dog to a fossil
I don't fight, I don't tussle
You can keep the kung fu, I learn from Sun Tzu
So I keep the gun cool, remember I had one shoe
Now I got plenty pairs, plenty pain and plenty tears
I rock my jewels anywhere, keep it real
I ain't scared, dead in jail, I ain't there
Thanking God for the air, sucker free, I ain't square
On the block, I ain't there, in the bank, I ain't rare
Lock me down, I'm a player, in Arima I'm the mayor
Fall back, stack paper, Act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
I'm the type that gotta have my own
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
I got to hustle for my own
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
It ain't about milking off the next man
You feel it's just so
Fall back stack paper act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
Money over bitches, you know my code
Shorty say she love me, but I don't know what that's about
And every gun I got, yes it's my own
And if you don't want peace, we can slug it out
I ain't eat for three days, tryna make money three ways
It's in the game like EA, been selling weed since 3A
Since high school, never smoked the shit but I sold
Since high school, never trust a bitch on my soul
Shit ain't changed, I just be getting better at it
Hustle in my habit, 9 with the chip automatic
I'm a money addict, the streets in Trini is drastic
Can't wait to unds my 9 and give a nigga six feet like he collect shoes
My shooters wanna kill for free, that's what respect do
My jeweler fed up, see my face cause I collect Jewels
I really made it from the bottom, what's your excuse
Say what's your excuse? You got your hand out
I put some diamonds in my chain so I could stand out
Your girl see me and she scream cause she fanned out
They think I'm lucky but I had this shit planned out
Bitch I'm the man now, but I had to
Fall back, stack paper, act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
Money over bitches, you know my code
Shorty say she love me, but I don't know what that's about
And every gun I got, yes it's my own
And if you don't want peace, we could slug it out
Niggas see the shine but don't see the struggle
Niggas see the diamonds but don't see the hustle
Niggas think I'm sweet but don't see the muscle
This 30 clip turn your big dog to a fossil
I don't fight, I don't tussle
You can keep the kung fu, I learn from Sun Tzu
So I keep the gun cool, remember I had one shoe
Now I got plenty pairs, plenty pain and plenty tears
I rock my jewels anywhere, keep it real
I ain't scared, dead in jail, I ain't there
Thanking God for the air, sucker free, I ain't square
On the block, I ain't there, in the bank, I ain't rare
Lock me down, I'm a player, in Arima I'm the mayor
Fall back, stack paper, Act broke
I had to do without, I had to thug it out
The feds and the neighbors think I sell coke
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
I'm the type that gotta have my own
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
I got to hustle for my own
I be running to the money, you just run your mouth
It ain't about milking off the next man
Writer: Oronde Martin
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