Thug In Your Life

[Intro: KMG the Illustrator]
You know how to sing?
We like to make the hoes sing, make the hoes sing
Would you sing for me?
Uh huh
Yeah
Mmm, yeah
Mm, yeah
Let me get down

[Verse 1: KMG the Illustrator]
See, I asked my homies to put me up on game
Please instrument me a little knowledge to a brother like me
See, I only went through 2 years of college
But there's one thing I've learned about a woman and her sexuality
We somе whole pimp nation, satellite playing, mo ho laying
Chop up 36 and flip it, baby is you with it?
My situation is I'm stеreotyped "perfect for gangsta rap"
Put it down for gangsta scratch
Plus a lil something in the street..that keeps me sitting on leather
New 20s, hella big, and some bomb lil nasty freak
You know what I'm saying?
Check it out
See, it's about that time that I show the true that, now who that?
Keep you around, looking fine while we do that, blew back
We outta control when we plushed out the crib
When we on the stroll, keep checking while we on decking
Ain't no question, learned a lesson from doing this gangsta shit, for years
And getting over the fears
A nigga just finding out just who wit me, yeahs huh
But still thuggin
Try not to drive while I'm buzzin, but the homie won't clean up
Plus the tre, that's a dozen, nigga
Still drunk and sometime, me and my nigga serve it left
Big Hutch and the world can rhyme
Grind until the Torno wires lean to the side, baby
You think I'm crazy fasho, but I'ma be the realest nigga you know
I'ma be the thug nigga you blow when I come through the door

[Hook: KMG the Illustrator (singing) and Cold 187um (adlibs)]
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (mmm)
Yeah, a real thug fasho! Yeah!
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (huh)
True and true, just for you, baby!
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh)
A real thug fasho! Uh
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (yeah)
Doing what I gotta do

[Verse 2: Cold 187um]
Nigga, I live in a world full of hustlers and thugs
Full of top notch bitches and hella riches
Constantly on my missions, cause I ain't tryna miss out
It's easy to get caught up though
That's why I move at a idle pace and duck shady hoes
Fasho, it's all about the cheddar, the scratch, the green, the cream
The dinero, from the Bentley to the peso
Tryna cop a crib way out and lay low
The only thing I got time for is elevating my game
While you weak ass niggas complain, making chump change
I'm on some satellite nigga shit, while niggas still hating on each other and saving a bitch
I'm rich! Thugged out and chipped up
Oh, I swear to god I don't give a fuck about your bitch waving hang up
Fucking with Hutch will have your whole block touched
Yo, are you hard for the Y2K?
And Rich Thug everyday, all day, feel it?

[Hook: KMG the Illustrator (singing) and Cold187um (adlibs)]
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh, mmm)
Yeah, huh, a real thug fasho!
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh)
True and true, just for you, baby!
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh, yeah)
Uh, a real thug fasho! yeah
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (uh)
True and true, doing what I gotta do, baby
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (huh, yeah)
Uh, a real thug fasho!, uh
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (Rich Thug movement baby, uh)
(KMG, 187, DJ Kaos)
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life
(I wrote the song, huh, yeah, moving thangs)
I'm gonna be the real thug in your life (yes)
Keep it tight (fasho)

[Instrumental]