What Thugs Do - La The Darkman

featuring DJ Rogers  Puff 

[Intro: La the Darkman  (DJ Rogers & Puff)] 
Yeah. Yeah. One. Two. 
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. (Oh) 
Time for another cat get his money. 
Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone. 
(Havin money  havin money) 
Word life. (Havin money) 

[La the Darkman] 
Yo  yo  life is hard  so I dedicate to God 
Mad cats sell coke  tryin not to starve 
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina 
Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor 
In poverty, life expectancy is short 
Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports 
In projects, single parents homes and techs 
Islam, bass-heads and welfare checks 
I'm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the streets 
My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep 
In society, the poor in America are miserable 
Untrained, starvin like the children in Israel 
First jewel since men spoke Hebrew 
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew 
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven 
And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven 

[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff] 
What young thugs do for money 
What young thugs do for money 

[La the Darkman] 
Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society 
I'm old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me 
Sorry, I'm the lion in this concrete safari 
My Niggaz been in and out of jail since Atari 
The street life is the only life I know 
Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow 
And I'm always gotti, but cats don't know me 
My peoples run the island on Riker's and the Coney 
I keep the new fresh, planned Clark's like Tony 
I'm married to my guns in holy matrimony 
With street raps, all the bullshit,