Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk Flex
Yeah, yeah, a lot of ghetto things goin' on right here
Jesse West N.O.R.E, and the R.E, Funkmaster Flex, Punisher
What the thugs about, huh, what the thugs about huh
Yo, I got no license, two cars but hey
Yo a GS gray, and a CLK
Navigation in both so it can lead my way
My first album was dope but ain't get no play
I'm smoked out when I'm in my Lexus
I'm underground but I sold records for you SoundScan freaks
CNN, yeah this is like our sixtieth week
Yo Flex, you got the G but now you gettin' the P
Me and you goin' platinum, cause you fuckin' with me
This is the final chapter, you told me, volume 3
Yo, come through, eat niggas like fuck you
And tell them bitches in the back, that we wanna fuck too
We at the Marriott, meet us at 12:02
N.O.R.E., Flex and the Punisher crew
We gonna do it for the ghetto, and the families too
Cause if I had friends, I wouldn't have a two door Benz
I'd be on some deep shit, only coppin' cheap shit
Thinkin' long term, not thinkin' on some weak shit
I don't trust no one now, cause they hate me
Everybody known to snake me, cornflake me
Lately, I concentrated on my decision
I promised myself I'd never go back to prison
Yo, Thug Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We heat you with slugs, hundred deep in the clubs
Yo, Thug Brothers
Big Nore and Pun, we're warriors from
The goriest and the most notorious slums
Yo, Thug Brothers
Thugs to the heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it, we wanna get sparked
Yo, Thug Brothers
Jesse West, Pun from TS
Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga, hambre la muerte
We brave in the heart, playin' a part, amazingly smart
Razor sharp, futuristic rap, state of the art
Takin' New York cats past the stars
First it was Nasty Nas, now watch me turn an Apple into Macintosh
Computer chip, locomotion flow, no star, no stop go
Hold your toast to low, business never personal
Just some words to know, if you from the streets
Come in peace, you'll leave in pieces
Even Jesus was killed by the polices
They crucified him, now they inject us with truth to fry him
Depends if the state of death is my fate, cool I'm dyin'
If that's my destiny it's meant to be
Just remember to bury the motherfucker that buried me right next to me
Aight crew? (No doubt Pun) Aight then, let's fight then
I'm hype and, comin' with the thunder and the lightnin'
Invitin' the comp, ice on the arm
Nikes when I stomp, snipin' your moms
Right from the Bronx, mic and the bomb
It's the ghetto God, I tear a nigga heart
Out his frame, while I scream Terror Squad
We larger than life, my initials carved on my wife
She said she'll starve when I die, understand I'm like God in her eyes
The father of Christ, yet a mere mortal
Cussin' beer bottles by the dozens with Nore, give me a little
Yo, Thug Brothers
Deeper than blood, my peoples is bugged
We heat you with slugs, hundred deep in the clubs
Yo, Thug Brothers
Big Nore and Pun, we're warriors from
The goriest and the most notorious slums
Yo, Thug Brothers
Thugs to the heart, we bugged from the start
Rugged and smart, fuck it, we wanna get sparked
Yo, Thug Brothers
Jesse West, Pun from TS
Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga, hambre la muerte
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