
Lyrics
May 20th, 1993, the one Thug's hood
'Bout to kick my style, as I style with three
Past due, now the cops are hot
Because they hear the sound of them clar-9-9's
And them police is in them bitches with them pulsating 9's
And they wonder why one-time
Break bones, step wrong, got no love
Catch a bone in the face and I case
Because you jump for the thang when you got a hundred stangs
Got 'em locked up like some deadly fangs
The blue blimp bustas, them ain't no thugs
A thang from the heart, them niggas from the North Pole
And the new school just peeling a nigga away
Who the fuck with the real nigga, rest in peace
Because a nigga feel like just a motherfucker
With the Thug's, 'cause a nigga want to thug
I'm a nigga with the Thug and a cell phone
Hit the hit, the hit's gonna drop them hoes
On the block, now with the gun gun
So they better get on the run hun
May 20th, 1993, the one Thug's hood
'Bout to kick my style, as I style with three
Past due, now the cops are hot
Because they hear the sound of them clar-9-9's
And them police is in them bitches with them pulsating 9's
And they wonder why one-time
Break bones, step wrong, got no love
Catch a bone in the face and I case
Because you jump for the thang when you got a hundred stangs
Got 'em locked up like some deadly fangs
The blue blimp bustas, them ain't no thugs
A thang from the heart, them niggas from the North Pole
And the new school just peeling a nigga away
Who the fuck with the real nigga, rest in peace
Because a nigga feel like just a motherfucker
With the Thug's, 'cause a nigga want to thug
I'm a nigga with the Thug and a cell phone
Hit the hit, the hit's gonna drop them hoes
On the block, now with the gun gun
So they better get on the run hun
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