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{*howling*} CNN (CNN!) CNN
The reunion man.. we back again man.. are y'all ready man?
Hahahahahaha, yo, yo

My n***as get locked up, and when they come home
It's mink coats and Cristal, just ask Capone
We play the game like mobsters, Oliver Stone flicks
Based on a true story, it's Nore
And all of my n***as buck for me, the projects love me
It feel good to have love in the hood
And I ain't got to buy weed, cause my credit is good
Machine gun lyrics, CN lift spirits
Smoke more weed than dreads, hip-hop heads
Gotta, listen to this before they p*ss in they bеds
My mission instead, leave thеse n***as missin and dead
And leave em dumped in a river, b***naked and red
N.O., erase n***as no pro-blemo
Keep a razor in my mouth - spit it out
And I never had to boof nothing or sh*t it out
And I still got it but I had to Thug It Out

{beat changes}
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?
{beat changes to 'The Change'}
Peace God
(Whattup n***a?)
I'm glad you home
So we could, take over the world, it's ours to own
(Stars to bone from the ghetto, to cars and homes)
Laced out, Jesus piece, ice the face out
(My n***as On The Run they place out
Flee fiends with the cake mouth
Automatic guns, bullets spray out)
Lay out, what? Gimme the cash and the coke
{beat changes to 'N.O.R.E.'}
Sometimes I got money, and I still feel broke
And sometimes I got reefer and I don't even smoke
(I don't sleep, ninety-five percent of the time I'm woke
The other 5 is when a n***a high, hear the thugs cry)
And me, I'm Thugged Out, I'll just sleep on the floor
With the rats and the roaches, keepin' it raw
(My heat is the four, while y'all n***as lean on the law)
Peter pay Paul, an outlaw, he stuck up the mall
(I watch for the cops
{beat changes}
Still a Thug after the deal
CNN gotta thug it for real)
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?

{beat changes}
Thuggology's the major, paper
Capone-N-Noreaga teach ya, villainize your whole nature
The law was built around capers since the years of the West
And are you real or fake? How many thugs hear the question
Twenty grand on the lawyer, extra hundred for bail
Next to death's kiko, is goin to jail
Una**issted, I shivered and frail
My ice similar to hail yo, for the 85 that's in braille
I keep Chanel on my hoes, crazy blowin the scale
Mad chickens for my thugs locked, low on the mail
Yo it's 'Pone or it's Fonz, either pretty or thug
Whichever way it's called, in every city a slug
{beat changes}
If I was dyin would a true fan give me they blood
And would my man take the stand, lie in front of the judge?
My thesis, be one of a thug, prestigious
I rock fatigued up, down in Cali khakis with the creases
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?
{beat changes to 'Super Brooklyn'}
Yo, it's like my mission just to live this way
I had to sell things, but I wanted to live each day
Real people do real things
So why is real people still doin fake things? HUHHH?

{Noreaga and Capone ad lib to fade}

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