Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: Thug Stories: Thug Stories
Thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard
This nigga was ballin’ y’all
Big house, driveway full of cars
This nigga would pull up in brand new Caddies
Packed up full of broads
Bossin’, flossin’, all his ghetto superstar
Until some young niggas decided they was gon’ pull his card
And one night when he came home
They was in the bushes in his yard
As soon as he pulled up
They jumped out the bushes
And let out off they ammunition
But they didn’t hit him
They missed him
(Aw shit, hot damn!)
So homie ducked and rose backed up buckin’ off his shit
And hit one of them niggas back off in the skillet
Left him with his wig split
And one of the niggas he dropped his gun and started to run
As soon as he took one step
The nigga was done, done
He was done
He took a shot to the abdomen
And as he blasted the last one
He’ll survive it but they won’t be alive to tell that
Thug story
Livin’ in the city is really
No nuts, no glory
No nuts, no glory, glory, glory
Thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
We come with the ones
We come with them guns
We come with the heat that go bang
Bangin’ them brains deep in the hood
It still is an everyday thang, shit
Just last week a nigga was comin’ from work to feed his kids
Got caught in the crossfire
We couldn’t take the shit he did
Always the innocent feelin’ the losses in the ghetto
And if you’re from here, you probably is a rebel
That been through some shit
Seen some shit you couldn’t bear
Only a few make it out
Niggas dead or in jail
I figured that I would just give you my story
Forever I’m thuggin’
It’s the only thang for me
Been shot, stabbed, kicked, punched
Every night gettin’ drunk
Prove I’m not a punk
Sellin’ my llell on the first of the month
Smokin’ sherm sticks and blunts
Known for layin’ niggas down
Anything you want, I’ll get it
I’ma claim the whole town
I’m a nigga
You’s a nigga
She’s a nigga
We some niggas
Wouldn’t you like to be a nigga too
We got some
We got some
Thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
I gotta story for your ass
I remember hustlin’ down on the corner
That’s what thugstas do
Then it got too hectic
Wanted my money
Gathered my own crew
Why work so hard
Let these other niggas stack mine up and snatch shit?
Everything was good at the few licks
But niggas got greedy
Aw shit (aw shit)
Recruited the ball, that’s when things went downhill
All she had to do was swipe his keys
Dump ’em and put ’em right back there
But I guess he seen her
‘Cause we got there
He was waitin’ right here, here
Waitin’ right there
Shots rang out
Everybody runs except baby girl
I turn around to see your boy get one in baby girl (damn)
And we can’t leave her
Not like that, not like that
But damn I think she gone
Here come the po-pos and we scrap (scrap)
So we made our getaway, and had to lay low (law low)
But it ain’t over, ’til one of us sees that crossroads
But damn, karma comes right back
Comes right back
Same old niggas shot dead over six eight and craps
Damn
Thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
You wanna hear some thug stories?
We got some real thug stories
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