La The Darkman - What Thugs Do Lyrics
[intro: la the darkman, (dj rogers & puff)]Yeah. yeah. one. two.Yeah. yeah. yeah. (oh)Time for another cat get his money.Yanahmean? lets just stroll alone.(havin money, havin money)Word life. (havin money)[la the darkman]Yo, yo, life is hard, so I dedicate to godMad cats sell coke, tryin not to starveYoung girls sell vagina from jersey to carolinaSaw moms do it, she learned it as a minorIn poverty, life expectancy is shortKids rob spots, push crack or play sportsIn projects, single parents homes and techsIslam, bass-heads and welfare checksIm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the streetsMy whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheepIn society, the poor in america are miserableUntrained, starvin like the children in israelFirst jewel since men spoke hebrewNow niggaz drink brew, guzzle lucefer stewYoung e, only eleven, got a three-fifty-sevenAnd said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven[chorus x2: dj rogers & puff]What young thugs do for moneyWhat young thugs do for money[la the darkman]Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer societyIm old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin meSorry, Im the lion in this concrete safariMy niggaz been in and out of jail since atariThe street life is the only life I knowPuff trees, v12, my medallion glowAnd Im always gotti, but cats dont know meMy peoples run the island on rikers and the coneyI keep the new fresh, planned clarks like tonyIm married to my guns in holy matrimonyWith street raps, all the bullshit, you keep thatRhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gatsSince school cats, niggaz incarceratedAll praises due to allah cuz I made it[chorus x2][la the darkman]Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, I grew up stressinWith a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weaponsBased on the streets, life about cream and whipCells with the chip, big guns and big clipsA dime piece to strip and more bricks to flipGhetto novel, my lex shines like the apolloLa songs, philosphies is a street aristotelIts policticians, catholics and christiansKids who dont listen, on rikers pissinLife, cant play cee-lo with two diceAnd you go through hell just to come out rightCuz we go through hell just to come out right[chorus x4][outro: dj rogers & puff]Thugs that get that money (get that money)Dont let money change you (dont let it change you)(no, no, no, no) thugs that get that money (ohhh)Money, dont let money change you (dont let it change you)(ohh, no, no, dont let money change you)(Im tellin you, dont let it change you)(do you want the dollar? got to have the money)(uh, got to have the money)(aint worth the problem...)
