I got love for my thugs, crazy love for my thugs.
Crazy love for my thug ones.x2
I got this game on lock locc dont you play June for a joke, yall got me on this microphone because I make the mic smoke.
And although homeboy I dont bang, I know some O.G.s from the hood I use to hang with.
Taught me things from the hood that I now know, you become a b.g. before you turn pro.
And if you know like I know when they slang dope, bes beware for that undercover five-0.
And you know you cant mess with the dress code cause loud colors mess around and get your head blown. Thats right Im from the west and its like that, paranoia keeps a cat consistently strapped.
Gun shots were the last thing heard, I give you my word I seen a body lay limp on the curb.
JRaw will tell you straight, go figure.
I got my pen to the pad and Im about to pull the trigger- what. Thats why I got love for my thugs cause they showed me mad love when a brother was trying to come up.
And thats why Im givin love right back because the love that I got you wont find in a dope sack.
Influenced by crime with them blinded minds.
They livin out that lie, got to do it or die but in time they gonna ruin they lives.
Livin that thug life, grippin yo strap, mad and uptight.
Eyes open wide, ready to ride to survive or die.
And with that deadly mind set, thats what thug life is.
You either die or stretch, little homies dont die a wretch, no!
Fre and Gizmo, hiitin flows to get souls.
So lets roll, to get yos, up out of that ghetto and up out of that game, yall comin up the same way.
Different times and days, aint nothin changed, its the same game.
Daddy Fre and Giz, ridin with JRaw, Papa Semm, Swift and its on. Priesthood and C.M.C.s straight heated.
Thats whats needed, we aint got thug love, we got the love of Jesus.
Believers puttin it down, seein thugs freed up, givin up the drink, the weed, the heat and the streets up.
So in the name I pray to the Father above, be a free thug.
We got love.