) I make it happen(make it happen) I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2 I got respect I came from the
I make it happen(make it happen) I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2 I got respect I came from the
Übersetzung: Yo Gotti. Ich bin A Thug.
(make it happen) I aint a g I aint a crip I aint a blood But i be fuckin with them niggas im a thug x2 I got respect I came from the streets If a nigga
and dodge you like snitches I'm 'bout my riches, money over bitches [Chorus] [E.D.I.] That's from the time a nigga close his eyes I'm hopin, I hope
I gank Guard your rank Cause I'm a slam your ass in a pang Puffy weaker than a fuckin' block I'm running through nigga And I'm smoking Junior Mafia In
a game, game Try to guess the word that I'm a use, I'll explain, lain I'm end up each and every line just the same, same You fill in the blank before I
friend, no bush I'm the centerpiece, you're a mortice, i'm a pitbull off his leash All this peace-talkin cease All these people i had to leave in limbo
a sudden I'm a fuckin mad man who screams Like I'm 'Pac but I'm not, enemies, Hennesy Actin like I'm great, but I'm fake, I'm CRAZY Sweat drip, get me
sunrise come six in the mornin'? I'm maxin' like a wiseguy Know the John Gotti but I'm fuckin' up the body Everytime my poet thug at a party Ya wanna
I just rock cause I fuck with puff I pop that ace of spade cause I rock with jay I'm on that cali good but I'm not in l.a I'm somewhere halfway between
your man don't be come outside Cause the m-unit drop fronters I'm a make the nigga run outside See I'm a thug for real, I hold the steel I could walk
I'm prbly in yo girls vagina I'm lookin in the mirror tell me whos finer Bought a lamborghini didn't need to cosigner Ayy wat I spit is jus minor Every
I'm from there, where my chronic smokin crew Hit trees like Sonny and Cher, I came to kick ass and drink Heineken, so unfortunately I'm almost out of
out the 'fridge handin' out cold cuts ugh streets real thug so recognize thug close yo' eyes thug you 'bout to die thug! Call the President I'm blowin
That why I be sleepin' easy, cause I aint stressin' mugs, Don't mess with us, you a fake, a phoney, and nothin' but a nexus thug. [Chorus:] Time to man
powder, oughta put a haze on my blunt I spit a hundred and fifty bars when I'm blazin' 'em out 'Cause I can do that with razor blades stuck in my mouth
