Mastamind - Thug World Lyrics
What?! Let's Go, lets ride***** wrong with this nigga?***** this nigga tryin ta do somethin?Gimme the mother*****in keys, let's goGot this nigga right, y'all motha*****az ready to rideWe gonna take this ***** downtownBy 7 mile west to east, pull up to the clubPark this ***** on the curb, its likeUH, another day another hitI'm on some other shitUm, stay up off my maw buckin dickToo, if you got issues with me, don't make me diss youTell yo ***** to come here, I like what her lips doGangsta mental, never sentimentalHollar out the window ***** what you tryin ta get intoI got minimal love for women who *****Ride wit me tonight, ***** and hit me when ya grow upSuckas lookin at me mean, cause my shit cleanI'm sick a this scene, but not sick a gettin me screensIts in my blood now, sex money and drugs nowIts *****ed up now, the world is run by thugs now(CHORUS)HO! HO! HO!Its *****ed up "Its *****ed up"The world is run by thugs nowHO! HO! HO!We like what now? "WHAT?!"The world is run by thugs nowAw shit the nights young, disciples doneMight as well clear out, the cops might come*****in blue lights, with the red in emThe shit we do at night? Cops say ***** it cause we donescared emHow they expect us to ride, turn this thug shit off inknown lightJeckyl and Hyde shit for the rest of my lifeI'mma be reckless and high, check the eyesBetter be some *****es on the set when we arriveQuick to say this party dead, too many hard daysThe only thing that starts is a carnival of carnageAnd I just came to gain, see what this hoes talkin boutGet into a gang a thangsY'all suckas ain't sayin shit can't see meWho you talkin to? Don't let me hafta buck at youBreak somethin off in youI'm down for that Detroit dogshitWe could destroy all this if you call itY'all talk shit I'm walkin c'mon(CHORUS)I'm worth bout 10 in the industry 20 mil in the streetsThat Natas nigga with the hottest product dealin the sweetsWe make ya head hurt when he network this punkMastamind and I pledge to kick this ***** on junkThe party don't start without me don't diss or doubt meWhen I'm in the house its all about me, motha*****aPut my shit on the curb, when I finish the swerveHop out bumpin that Natas shit ya heardWe make it sound like the ground might breakWe get down like the biggest niggas holdin down weightIts a duty to me I raise my right hand and truly believeNothin but that wicked shit rule the streets(CHORUS)(4x)
