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Thug Thang( featuring Lady V)
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This song is based on a true story in regards to my partner Kevin Bryant who got himmed up with an m1 Thr deuce gives it up to the cats that are really thuggin no studio gangsta shit this is real life
lucion aka drama deuce
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Drama deuce is one of the hottest underground artist in the country
Lucion aka Drama Deuce The hottest underground rap Artist for 2006 with over 4000 cd’s sold independently through out the DFW area. Lucion now brings a classic underground cd to the streets entitled Underground Funk Volume 1” Lucion has the most versatile rap style that has ever been incorporated into this rap game. After relinquishing 10 years of his life to behavior modification units and maximum security prisons Lucion has risen like the phoenix to bring the hardest Underground music to ever hit the DFW area. This brother has Testimony to administer to the world, so all yall true music listeners check Lucion out he will be posted up in a hood near you.
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Genre
Hip-Hop • Hardcore Rap
Charts
Peak #1,252
Peak in subgenre #197
Author
Lucion aka Drama Deuce
Rights
2005
Uploaded
February 09, 2006
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MP3 7.7 MB • 192 kbps • 5:36
Story behind the song
I decided to let folkes know that cats are really out their thuggin fa real and people dont know their names. These studio gangstas are claiming fame off the cats that are really thuggin
Lyrics
1st Verse: Wait a minute/ we play to win it/ tell life finished/ my man kev is locked with a life sentenced/ got fucked off on a dirty deed/ went from stealing bikes to stealing cars to serving weed/ to trafficking big dope half of hens/ stacking ends/ kev love my best friend/ for life it’s a deadly game/ but the price you paid/ you gave your whole life away/ for petty change /you was wild as a juvenile/ but I never thought you run up in the stores and murder a nigga execution style/ four niggas on a get paid caper/ they found the murder weapon, the car, and yall six days later /I read the article that Frankie sent me/ while I was in the county jail in the city/ it made me dizzy /you was the first the cat to smoke a sack with me/ selling crack with me/ and was ready to fight and jack with me/ straight thug/ its all love/ I remember when you damn near killed that nigga with the golf club/ up in john g together/ me and you will always be together/ we gees forever/ despite the weather/ I’m doing good now life is better/ as I write this letter/ in a rap form the eye of the storm/ memories are treasure or child that’s born/ down for whatever/ and can handle the pressure/ in a cage like an animal treating you like Hannibal Lector/ I respect ya/ and my love is proper/ now matter what I’m always look out for your son and Tasha/ and Rose and Messiah/ we travel down a road of fire/ suppress anger will explode inside ya/ but you’s a rider/ so don’t let it get ya/ I paint a picture/ so clear like I was incarcerated with ya/ Kevin Bryant I miss ya/ a souljah lost in this game in this game my nigga Chorus: We live a life full of crime yet its treacherous/ we got bitch niggas on the block that are afraid to bust/ they no it only takes one time and you will be locked up/ one time to run your mouth and you will be shot up/ cause we some hard cores niggas and yall scared of us/ but yall don even know are names /we just some getto ass nigga doing thug out thangs, we doing thug out thangs ,we doing thug out thangs, we do thug out thangs 2nd Verse: My vocal skills/ trying to escape these social ills/ if I don’t love self then no one will/ so I build/ in depth lyrics and learn to live/ rap is just an economical alternative/ (yea) smoke the weed so I can escape the real/ up in my shit pop in my disc and chill/ real good that’s how it makes me feel/ in my hood we separate the fake from real/ short stoppers/ trying my best to smoke coppers/ one life to live this aint a soap opera/ every night I lay in my bed I hear a gat burst/ another black man riding in a black Hurst/ pride searching for a serious rep/ don’t be surprised if I die of a mysterious death/ frustration breeds off emotion/ see I can open/ minds with this weed that I’m smoking/ it aint nothing but love that surround my men/ I’m a thug and I clown every now and then/ ‘Young N’ and “G.F” I’m down with them/ a diamond in the ruff you found a gem/ and I’m a shine like it/ I’m hungry that’s why I rhyme like /it I navigate through my hood like a plane pilot/ at my concert I started a gang riot/ every where I go I’m faced with the same violence/ never remain quiet/ I bring noise/ if rap was rock-n-roll I will be praise like Pink Floyd/ and the Wall/ I came back to party with yall/ if it was up to me fuck it everybody would ball/ there would be no broke blacks/ and we wont smoke crack/ Platinum hits can you imagine some shit like that /every black in the pen will be free/ and when I die William High just remember a “G”/ from the “V”/ in memory of me /struck up /and if I let my enemies creep that means I fucked./ Chorus: And yall don’t even no our names we doing thugged out thangs
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