Thug Brothers Lyrics - Funkmaster Flex

Yeah, Nore, Big Pun, Funk Flex 

A lot of ghetto things goin' on right here 

Jess West, N.O.R.E., N.O.R.E. 

Funkmaster, Flex, Flex 

Big Punisher, Punisher 

We on some shit, Thugs 

Yo, I got no license, two cars but hey 

Yo a GS gray, and a CLK 

Never, [unverified] so it can lead my way 

My first, album was dope but ain't, get no play 

We smoked out, with them MLX's 

I'm underground but I sold records, for you SoundScan freaks 

CNN, yeah, this is like our 60th week 

Yo Flex, you got the Jeep but now you gettin' the peep 

Me and you goin platinum, 'cause you fuckin' with me 

This is the final chapter, you told me, volume three 

Yo, come through, eat niggaz like you 

And tell them bitches in the back, that we wanna fuck too 

We at the Mariott, 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, 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 keep two and slugs, under deep in the clubs 

Yo Thug Brothers 

Big Nore and Pun, we're warriors from 

The glorious and most notorious slums 

Yo Thug Brothers 

Thug shit at heart, we bugged from the start 

Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's sparked 

Yo Thug Brothers 

Jess West, Pun from TS 

Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga [unverified] 

You brave in the heart, playin' a part amazingly smart 

Razor sharp, futuristic raps, state of the art 

Takin' New York cats past the start 

First it was Nasty Nas then watch me turn a apple into Macintosh 

Computer chip, locomotion flow, [unverified] 

Tote the toast on low, business never personal 

Just some words to know, if you from the streets, come in piece 

Or leave in pieces, even Jesus was killed by the polices 

They crucified him now they inject us refuse to fry 'em 

The pendulum 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 motherfuckin' that bent me right, next to me 

Aight crew? Aight then 

(No doubt Pun) 

Let's fight then, I'm hype blend, comin' with the thunder 

And the lightening, inviting the comp, ice on the arm 

Nights on the storm, put knifes in your moms, right up in the Bronx 

Mic in the palm, it's the Ghetto God 

I tear a nigga heart, out his frame, when I scream, Terror Squad 

We larger than life, my initials carved in my wife 

She'd share to starve on my diet, understand I'm like God in her eyes 

The father of Christ, get a mere mortal 

Blessin' beer bottles by the dozen with Nore, it's brothers thuggin' 

Yo Thug Brothers 

Thug shit at heart, we bugged from the start 

Rugged and smart, fuck it who want it, it's sparked 

Yo Thug Brothers 

Jess West, Pun from TS 

Yo Funk Flex, Noreaga [unverified]