| I don’t wanna go to the club
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| I wanna stay home with my thug
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| You might want ghetto love
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| But I just can’t get enough — 2x
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| What you want, I want my ba-by
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| What you want, I want my thug boy
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| What you need, I need my ba-by
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| What you need, I want my thug boy
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| I’m C-Murder Miller, straight up killa
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| When I met you you say you liked thug figgas
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| Well here I’m is, I’m a thug lord
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| With a vest with many tattoos on my chest
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| So forget the rest, I’m all you need
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| When I met you I was playing bout 50 some g’s
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| Other be in contact with 50 some ki’s
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| Think back, remember them trips overseas
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| Now everything I ride be sitting on d’s
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| Leather interior, two T.V.'s
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| Break you off proper, get you asleep
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| You said you never had sex on sanded sheets
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| Never had rough sex till you met me
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| Want a thug want a rough neck sex with P
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| Gucci, Prada, Lubitone
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| And other designers
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| Ludacris say what’s your fantasy
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| All I wanna know is do you want a thug like me
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| Nothing lasts forever
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| Not even love, that’s why I’m a thug
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| That’s why I do things just because
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| It’s in my blood my daddy was
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| Straight from the projects, and a cut-cut boy
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| If you got it, got to give it up boy
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| You see me, I’m gone pro-tect you
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| And everybody in the hood gone respect you
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| I won’t neglect you, and at times
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| I might have to check you
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| All I want from you is a ride or die
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| Stand by my side sometimes get high
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| Fly with me to Jamaica
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| Subtract yourself from these fakas
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| I told you, when we first met
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| Good times bad times you won’t forget
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| And you’ll see more cash then you ever could get
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| And you’ll have nice things I wanna see you with
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| But you got to be strong, hold on
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| Stay true, other playas want a piece of you
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| But you could get with this or you could get with that
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| But I’ma step back and let me see where your mind at
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| (talking)
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| Yeah, now that’s why I love my baby
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| She gone chill at home instead of go and run the streets
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| That’s thug love, that’s ghetto love
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| That’s something you can’t get enough of
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| You know, it’s like that, L.T. |
| he hitting it
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| You heard me, thug love, No Limit
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| C-Murder, Ty, TRU Records respect us
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| 2001, 2002, 2003, you heard me, peep game
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| Straight up, what’s up, peace out |