(S.Smyth, G.Thorpe & B.Oconner) Roll the stone that held down your soul for so long The head games they played on your mind like a song Take a chance,
[Smyth, Thorpe, O'Connor] Roll the stone that held down your soul for so long The head games they played on your mind like a song Take a chance, become
, spot 'em with the beam. There's five trues of mine. What am I? A thug always. Remember the way they play back in the day? Hit 'em with AK, you're made
the day we claimin' the thuggish ruggish No need to change it Now everybody a thug If you real throw it up but if it's fake Kill 'em and put 'em in
Well everybody sins Why mine's the highlight? Now reporters stay nosey Gossip and rumors Life is made humor Sicker than brain tumor Friends turn to snitches Jelly duns is vicious
the day we claimin' the thuggish ruggish No need to change it Now everybody a thug If you real throw it up but if it's fake Kill 'em and put 'em in with
