What Thugs Do Lyrics - La The Darkman

[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 'cause havin cream was heaven 

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[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, you keep that 

Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats 

Since school cats, niggaz incarcerated 

All praises due to allah 'cause I made it 

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[chorus x2] 

[la the darkman] 

Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, I grew up stressin 

With a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons 

Based on the streets, life about cream and whip 

Cells with the chip, big guns and big clips 

A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip 

Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the apollo 

La songs, philosphies is a street aristotel 

It's policticians, catholics and christians 

Kids who don't listen, on riker's pissin 

Life, can't play cee-lo with two dice 

And you go through hell just to come out right 

'cause we go through hell just to come out right 

[chorus x4] 

[outro: dj rogers & puff] 

Thugs that get that money (get that money) 

Don't let money change you (don't let it change you) 

(no, no, no, no) thugs that get that money (ohhh) 

Money, don't let money change you (don't let it change you) 

(ohh, no, no, don't let money change you) 

(I'm tellin you, don't let it change you) 

(do you want the dollar? got to have the money) 

(uh, got to have the money) 

(ain't worth the problem...)