Once a Thug - Al Kapone

You bitches just don’t realize livin' in the hood is do or die

He was once a thug from around the way

He was once a thug from around the way

It all started back in the day when a nigga was slangin' rocks

Just like Pac, me against the world the shit just never stop

Straight out the mob terrace back in 1989

Mouth fulla gold new fur curl

Tryna come up, sellin' quarters and dimes

Everybody in my hood knew a nigga was straight

From the jump I had to come real

Just like my nigga Big Will

Watchin' out for the cops

Jumpin', grab for the knots

Broke ass with fake ass jewelry try’na come up one the rock

(My nigga talked let me know who is true)

Never say your shit to a motherfucker you don’t know, fool

The number one rule

(Because them undercover tricks be try’na pop a call)

Bashing there money ain’t got no drugs, get the fuck on

But every then and now a nigga had to take a chance

It’s all about coming up and only the strong survive

Fools, so what’s up

Fuck singing a sad song I got’s to get my hustle on

He was once a thug from around the way

He was once a thug from around the way

You bitches just don’t realize livin' in the hood is do or die

Everyday is a struggle, shits always on my mind

Looking for a way out, but it seems like a nigga just can’t find

Got to keep feeling like Marvin Gaye, I’m just a troubled man

Gotta get myself a plan

Get on my feet know what I’m sayin'?

So, I’m hooking up with my nigga

Said he gon' fuck a quarter pound

On some California chronic and Memphis

Man, you know I’m down

Got my beeper from

Brother from Just who plays my c’s

Holla my dawg, money by decade

Get it crunk in Dixie Queen

Cocaine Wayne set up chopper on wigs

(Haters look to)

This is how we do this shit

(Bring the whole motherfucking click)

Real niggas work together don’t matter how good or bad the weather

DDT doing there damn thang, fool what ever’s clever

Keep them cross outs the fuck out of our business

When a nigga be doin' dirt them honky ass cops be looking for snitches

And you know we can’t afford to let’em catch asleep

No more being ass out, mane

We gotta get on our feet

Big Glocks and nut locks take a listen

Cause I’m about to take you on a motherfucking mission

Black gat it’s t-shirt, fresh gut and grey chucks

380 on my side and in my pockets brass knucks

I finna hit the steets where ain’t no love for a nigga

I gotta stay strapped, cause in 1928 ain’t no killer

Ain’t no ice on feet, so why in the hell should I be slippin'

Puttin' in works the only way I make a livin'

Been a g it’s wroten I don’t wanna be

Livin' on the edge of my goddamn life

Now fools talk shit to gert the upper hand

But in the end they find out what a man, what a man, what a man

Because I’m taking a sucker and hangin' him up like soap on the rope

Ease back motherfuckcer cause ain’t no goddam joke

Another nigga with his finger on the trigger, going buck wild