Gangsters & Thugs Lyrics & Tabs by Transplants
Gangsters & Thugs
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Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records
Some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records
Some of my friends sell drugs
You stand by me, I stand by you
If there is a fight, I'm the one to come to
Good and bad, times we've been through
You got my back and I got yours too
All my life you are in my crew
I'd do anything for you
Beat someone black and blue
Black and blue and I'd do it for you
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records
Some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records
Some of my friends sell drugs
Try to tell 'em leave us alone
Still ridin' with them fellas down that unknown road
There ain't no tell 'em, I told 'em before
Wouldn't listenin', no more bitchin'
Leave 'em all on the floor
I know you think it's money
Your dead 'till it hurts
That's why I still got that Nina and I still got that work
Try to tell 'em leave us alone
Still ridin' with them fellas down that unknown road
There ain't no tell 'em, I told 'em before
Wouldn't listenin', no more bitchin'
Leave 'em all on the floor
I know you think it's money
Your dead 'till it hurts
That's why I still got that Nina and I still got that work
Tomorrow ain't promised
I'll smoke it today
The zone will run you five
And I'll be on my way
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records
Some of my friends sell drugs
Damn, alright
It's official, I'm destined to fail
And I ain't tryin' catch no case, I got no money for bail
I'm hurtin', up in the E.R. before New Year's Eve
Said they're nothing we can do and we suggest that you leave
30 G's, no insurance, they don't give a damn
Back to breakin' out the scale, break it down into grams
They say you can't win for losin', I swear it's the truth
Same shit, different day, man, I swear what's the use
It got us paid with good intentions
It got dirty with two prostentions
I make a living, ain't got no pension
For transcriptions for my life on tension
The world is mine, no limit, I can do it
Every drama in life, I've been through it
Even if I had a good and I blew it
Regret nothin', move on and say fuck it
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records
Some of my friends sell drugs
Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records
Some of my friends sell drugs
