Thugs Anthem - Kool G. Rap

featuring Johnny 2 Gunz  Pokaface 

[Kool G. Rap] 
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot 
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? 
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot 
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew 
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot 
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? 
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot 
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew 

[Kool G. Rap] 
Don't know who is this kid, you better check the formula 
Before I have to send these busters, just to warm you up 
Man, Homicide be looking for whoever tore you up 
Flood up the whole block with paramedics and coroners 
I can roll up all by myself and make a street close 
Yo you could be twenty deep and still get your feet rose 
Believe me, ain't none of them running up when heat blow 
You sleep though, you're whole sweet and low 
Free to go, deeper than six feet low 
This wiseguy's enterprise, we emphasize who ever die 
Never sympathize, still on the rise, no matter how many we minimize 
we send ? chicks with bricks inside their inner thighs 
Some real thugs conduct the drug traffic in the skies 
Never high, we lay low, stay unidentified, it's all live 

Chorus 
Strictly for all the chicks that's on the strip to get loot 
For all my niggas that don't ever trip to hit ? 
For all my people copping bricks to get the quick loot 
For all my niggas in the ground that got their wig blew 

[Johnny 2 Gunz] 
Yo it's the radical, mathematical, fanatical 
Magnifico, money making myth in Mexico 
You try to fuck me, yo, I'll bust you in your cherry whole 
Still run the streets and now you feeling me in stereo 
I felt the graces from the highs to the very low 
One day your counting money, next yo you digging holes 
Don't try to do this at home, this is professionals 
Congressionals, street medal, award winners 
Making a point that's hollow, do you follow, wanna meet tomorrow? 
What, greet the heffer with the pink pucker, sucker 
Cut out your luck with a wink of an eye 
Make ya die, make ya fly in the sky, you asking why? 
While your souls floating over me, you owing me 
You shouldn't been owing me, not blowing me 
Now your life's a big mystery, a casualty 
Another faded memory, that's awful Bee 
Cuz I'm still breathing steadily 

[Pokaface] 
You think that Pokaface is bluffing, nigga ante up 
And unless you ramming me with that iron, put your jammie up 
You pointedly regret, I'll blaze you and your family up 
You on your ass for showing trying to show it, pull your panties up 
Me and these cats we making a living making sure you don't 
Information's not to be given, making sure you won't 
Shit's real, now wanting to be dead, goes off in play it clothes