Letras:
Styles P We Thugs My Niggas

with my man 'Cause I motherfuckin' love my niggas We ghetto, my niggas, anytime, any place We don't give a fuck we bust metal, my niggas We gangsta my niggas

nigga This is black wall street nigga Tell me where you at Thats all we need to know nigga Cus this is real nigga This is the streets nigga Brazil & Wilmington nigga

of that will have the boys bring the coppers out And we ballin', for all the toys is what we hoppin' out My feary side, where we ride and we all fly high

bitch betcha that All my niggas that twisted it [Chorus: Butch Cassidy {Styles P.}] I'ma solider 'till I die {I'ma die a thug} Keep standin' by my

m that nigga that sold coke, the nigga that sold dope The nigga that shot Dice when he broke to So So The thug, they pop shit, the thug that pop clips The thug

Talking)] Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off

tha hard ass dick Nigga plottin', ahhhh Nigga schemin'so don't wake me bitch cuz i'm dreamin 1-8-7s on bitches in my head, nigga up snorin' like fuck

out them songs knowin that my niggaz come strong, so let's get it on We just gettin warm, Operation "Quiet Storm" Silent wars or we silence the fours Half P

But meanwhile back in tha p now Me and my niggas is representin LBC style Straight hoo-bangin and slangin cigarettes I shank ya baby brotha just to get a rep We