!Thuggish Thursdays!

[The Punisher]

[kessu]

Ok I can't do this from my phone but can someone post up Master p bout it bout it....

Also kessu where is that Dmx you listen to...lmao

^Lol

[philthethrill]

Gerbs you so gangsta

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[fzrkentucky]

For when you're gearing up to whoop somebody's ass.



Lyrics for the above^^^^ Thug shit!
Now, once upon a time not too long ago
A nigga, like myself had to strong arm a ho
Now, this was not a ho in the sense of havin' a pussy
But a pussy havin' no God damn sense, tryin' to push me
He used to hold dick, now he wanna be in my shoes
Hatin' like a baby, mama 'cause I'm payin' my dues
Tryin' to hold on to my little chunk but now but a punk
In the parkin' lot bumpin' his gums with his keys in the trunk
Oh, what? I'm supposed to jump 'cause you got a pump
You aimin' that bitch in the sky, you chump
Point that muthafuckah this way and dump, oh, what?
You scared to go to the pen? Thinkin' them niggas gon' tap yo' rump
Man, I thought he played bold, be he ain't even fuss
Man, the nigga was way swole actin' like he wanted to bus
'But his trigger stayed cold, I wasn't surprised
I recognized that fast breathin' and fear in his eyes
Unmask his disguise, a sheep in wolf's clothing on the prey
He tried to hunt the hunter, and got hunted down his God damn self
In PA, niggas, it's where we stay, ain't none of that K-K-K'n or playin'So see A or E up out your life or you test yourself
And make a nigga break you off to piece the rest yo'self
Oh, yes yo' health is what's in question and I hope That this ass whoopin', teach you a motherfuckin' lesson.


Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched'
Cause deep down in the South, boy's comin' up cold
Talkin' down my name and what it's all about,
you niggasBetter get some cut and get my name out yo' mouth
'Cause I don't know why you got flex with me, testin' me
But, I'ma pull my shit and let you see, that all that courage act ain't what it's about,
so you haters need to quit with that po'Hustlin' and take another route



Niggas, often crossed the line,
the movies got this boy fuckedUp in the mind,
not to mention the wine and codeine syrupCombined
easy access to 9's and shit talkin' hoes that's fine
And all they got time for is four Swisher dimes, committing crimes
Amped off water and some exaggerated rhyme,
so, if bein' hardAin't in your heart,
then don't start, niggas'll tear your weak mind apart
Bitch, your old man talkin' to me like I'm in school,
he don't knowI hang with killers, will erase that fool,
wouldn't give a fuck about him But he kin to my son,
if you think I'm that nigga, then you pickedThe wrong one,
'cause I live by the gun, die by the gun,
hot bullets burn Some say that, "Them bitches stun",
so raise yo' own children, Don't try to raise mine
and when you see me, step with caution'Cause I'm buckin' for mine,
bitch.


Speak the wrong words, man, and you will get touched
You done crossed the line, now you gon' get fucked
I already told you before, but you ain't borrowing that
So, this time I'm handlin' mine and gon' erase you off the map
Such a shame but this all in the game and since the early sixties Ain't a damn thang changed,
we got haters over hereAnd haters over there
but, I got my pistol and it ain't pointed in the air


I see you trippin' off that water, and you feel like you bad
'Cause yo' bitch done chose a pimp, and that pimp was Chad
I see you hurt 'cause I fucked yo' girl, put big dick in her world
Bust nuts in her curl,
when I hit it from the back, she said"Baby, I can't take it",
push my dick up in her harder Bitch, I'm straight up tryin' to break it,
you a simp-ass nigga. You told that bitch, that, "You love her",
but I'm straight up fuckin'That pussy like that nigga off that colors
but I ain't gon' get shot'Cause you ain't shootin' shit,
the best thing you can do is go and try And beat that bitch,
'cause this man's style show stopper, Pistol popper, you ain't ready
if I let this hot thing hit you Feel your stomach like spaghetti,
fool, you talkin' loud, But you move too slow,
tellin' niggas all your plans Got you tied up in a van,
nigga, what the fuck is up in the place to be
First, I want the money, nigga, then I want the fuckin' ki's
Kidnap robbery 'cause you said you wanted me dead
Since you want a nigga dead, buck that bitch off in his head
Just like E-40, nigga, I be comin' bad,
got the sawed-off pump,With night vision, infrared,
so, play me like a pussy And you will get fucked,
nigga, I'm hangin' out the truckBuck, buck, buck,
hit your nigga in the leg, hit yo' bitch in the gut
But we know where your ass stay, so your ass will get touched



Speaked the wrong words
I'm high on them herbs
And you will get touched because yo' ass deserve
To get done real fast in front of yo' kids
to show 'emWhat real type of bitch you is
and it's that boy named Three to the two,
forever stayin' true just a player makin' due
And I gotta tell it to the whole wide world,
how you got bitchedRazor neck just like a motherfuckin' girl,
little muthafuckin' girl

[fzrkentucky]

[Twista]
The, the cars are so sick, mine'll make you vomit
Maroon forcefield, roofin linin on the stomach
Six inches on the lips, the whole car be suave
Long story short I customized every body part
So these niggaz be hatin, they stay so envious of me
Cause I keep bad bitches and they be with hideous honeys
And my city is ugly, they so gritty and scummy
Gotta be on point when I step out lookin pretty as money
You want these rocks and these karats but you can't get none of that
You gon' get dropped and embarrassed cause I got a gun for that
And I got a Mob and I can't let you stop the mission
I got dreams of makin buildings like a crooked politician
If I have to I'ma murder, hit 'em with the rapid fire for the paper
Got a fully automatic dumpin on 'em
and I'm way up from the back, gotta go through with the caper
If I gotta feed my family I'ma sacrifice my body
And ya already know that I be goin +Kamikaze+

[Chorus: repeat 2X]
Cause you don't wanna see 'em bust
These young niggaz out here don't give a fuck
We got the thumpers in the trunk, get your strap, if you gon' ride then run up
Or get sent to an early grave just for tryin to act tough

[Liffy Stokes]
Man I don't know shit 'bout recession
All I know when it's dry on the block the shit's depressin
Baby mama stressin cause I'm short on the support, talkin to take me to court
When she know when I got it it's good, but right now I'm short
You in everything I bought, from the cars to the clothes
So sit yo' ass down somewhere and let me work with this dough
I'm poppin mo's and my head's spinnin
These haters hate cause they don't wanna see the trill winnin
Swimmin in fine women, layin in fine linen
And it's much deserved, I had it hard with this don livin (you know)
Broadcastin live in all hoods and in all visions, analog or digital
62's in the serial; dreams of bein imperial
Smokin on imperial O.G., I feel like Kobe
Mixed with a lil' Goldie, all I'm missin is trophies
Rings and ceremonies, the bitches they love Stony
And the niggaz that know me know I keep, the 40 on me

[fzrkentucky]

[shields]

^4:20 long...mmmm can't wait for 6 o'clock!

[HI OFECR]

[Reactor]

vocal kung fu!

[ttam]

Lmao at this sh!t! Js.