Spice 1 - The Thug In Me (Dedicated To Tupac Shakur: R.I.P.) lyrics

[Intro:]

Yeah, I heard niggaz out here talking major shit you dig

But ain't no motherfucker step to me and said "Spice you a punk"

Cause you know I whup his motherfuckin ass

[Chorus:]

Niggas be muggin me, Don't show no love for me

Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me

Now when I walk on by, niggaz be muggin me

Don't playa hate me love tha thug in me

Now if your hoe come knockin at my door, she

Must want a thug ass nigga for sure

Cause it's the young playa Spiz-ice and I be stacking my paper

24 motherfuckin 7, a nigga havin it major

Now we can do this like playas

or we can hop into some gangsta shit

Niggas be tryin to clown, when your bailin with your bitch

I almost fell, gettin up out the car but see

I had to pistol whip the nigga because he knows who we are

We the niggas with the Lex's, Rolexes laced up with diamonds

Timer, Timer, Baller, Baller

she fucked with the shot caller now

Didn't need no scrilla to get her, she want a thug nigga

Poppin collars, and at the same time clockin dollars

Real as they come I got soldiers ready to rob at night

And when a nigga goes to your jar you don't attempt to fight

You playa hate daily, talkin the shit on the ace

But you a bitch cause you never talk the shit to my face

[Chorus x2]

I put the pedal to the metal and uh jump the Chevy

heavy in the game

But about four five different ghetto names

I can't be tamed I'm a G to my heart

I can't be changed I've been breaking these niggaz down from the start

I'm hearing shit up in the streets man, niggaz is crazy

I've been serving them dope fiends on that block

since you was babies

And the world is yours, nigga you can have it all

But if you talk bad on this G ass nigga you'll take a fall, blaaaow

How many hoes want a nigga that get his ass kicked

Car took, whupped and jacked ain't got no get back

I ain't the type to let no nigga jack me

Baby we cool if they run up on the Caddy

[Chorus x2]

I'm off the Hennessy, when it's me she's callin right back

I'm up in the Benzo on the mobile spittin the game off the yack

I'm strapped with two blacks, cuz I ain’t the baller

who be out there slippin

She understands niggaz be playa hatin so she ain't trippin

Saggy pants G-braids but nigga still out to get paid

I'm keepin my mind up on my money and all my money is made

Shadetree niggaz be tryin to get in my mix

Conflicts, 40 caliber cliques when I be burying tricks

She seen me knock niggaz out now I do walkbys

Now I put faulty ass niggas between them chalk lines

See everybody be lookin when I be bailin, trailin indo smoke

See it ain't nothing but the smooth sailin

And now I kick back and enjoy my riches on a sunny day

But sucka ass niggaz be all up in my way

You're secure don't you worry bout a thang

I got these two twin glocks and when they cocked this is what they say

[Chorus x2]