Agressioni - Thug Street

THUG STREET
INTRO
we about to do this
yeah main , what the fuck bitch
R.B.A in tha building
i`m alone cuzz me and my microfone
that ain`t that i can trust
in mutha fucka world
got my nigga leoranti wit` me
com`mon...yeah..show dam`sum

I was a G in life, I`m still a G in death
And if you think I`m not a thug, don`t hold your breath
My name is Agressioni and I ain`t Anybody Mugs
"Drive-By on this bitch, you bitch wana be thugz
All you scary bitches, shut up and go inside
All my muthafuckas, come on, we about to ride
Real G`s in my hood don`t be fuckin` around
Ya gotta be a clique thick before the sun goes down
You could get yo` life took
Smart mouth, dirty looks
By the product of the streets, hood G`s and crooks
With a double barrelled shotgun pressed to your eye
I`ma take what`s mine and I`ma say it one more time
I`ma take what`s mine and I`ma leave with nothing less
For the three fuckin` slugs that I took in the chest
No rest for the killas equipped with mean mugs
Who know what it`s like to be a muthafuckin` thug?

Last night, gettin` high
Thinkin` in my mind, hopin` everything`s gonna be alright
Situations drive me insane
Now who`s to blame?
Need someone who`s down for me and not the fame
Is there anyone that I can trust in this fucked up world?
Reminiscin` of the bitchin` that you gave me girl
I`m all alone
Just me and my microphone
With the urge to do a drive-by
Ever since the day homie came back alive
"Throw ya hands up in the sky"
If you can feel me
"Roll it up and let`s get high!"
If you can hear me
Anybody Killa`s comin` for real
And it`s the raw deal
Keep ya hands low or watch ya cap get peeled
Where ya gonna be when the phantom`s floating after ya
In the zone muthafucka!
People running
Dead men gunning
Ya better watch your back, the boy agressioni with the hatchet is coming

Who the hardest, runnin` in a gang of two?
Down a 40 of h-town ya whole crew
Cuz ain`t nobody seein` me on any fuckin` street
True thug, keep it real with the heat
Hittin` licks on the low cuz I`m lowdown
Dirty dog from the casket and underground
But I never sleep!
And we still got beef
When suckas recognize Drive-By
We murder muthafuckas!

Man, where ya gonna be 10 years from now?
Swimming in the gates of hell sayin` that you was down
Misunderstood and outta control
The microphone relieve`s stress
So I`ma do my best to impress
Every single human being that`s involved with me
Time for Drive-By to take em` where their eyes can see