Thug in the Room (feat. Bigga Rankin & HBK JohnDoe)

Real nigga, Real nigga, Real nigga radio
Pay attention young niggas
Imma put-cha up on game
You can always tell who a real nigga when they walk in the room

By how friendly niggas start behavin
Or how thirsty these hoes start actin
I ain't sayin imma thug nigga, but it's a thug in the room
I heard they trippin bout the money, I made a whole lot of loot

I know some niggas that's gone shoot
Yeah it's some thugs in the room
Whole lot of love in the room, real niggas I salute
I hate to see em on the news he got a gun he gone shoot

And we ain't playin by the rules
Nigga one nigga two, live by the gun you can die by the gun
No way no how I can't die in these streets
I hate to see em on the news he got a gun he gone shoot

And we ain't playin by the rules, nigga one nigga two
And we and playing by them rules, nigga one nigga two
I'm screamin out thug life, thug life, thug life
I'm screamin out thug life, thug life, thug life

Rest in peace to 2pac can't forget Pop Smoke
I know niggas clutchin on the hammers bout to pop smoke
You won't catch me hangin round with them I'm with my Vato
I'm just tryna get some cheese like I'm tryna make some nachos

Catch him round here he gotta be real
He can't be fake cause you know it's really niggas round me
Tell them niggas take a seat if you can't stand to be around me
Even though I'm up niggas still try to down me

Can't hang around niggas like you get from around me
Nigga one nigga two, get hit in your face
Keep yo conversation brief ain't tryna fight no case
And if I gotta catch a body then I got to do

I ain't sayin imma thing nigga but it's a thug in the room
I heard they trippin bout the money
I made a whole lot of loot
I know some niggas that's gone shoot

Yeah it's some things in the room
Whole lot of love in the room real niggas I salute
I hate to see em on the news he got a gun he gone shoot
And we ain't playin by them rules

Nigga one nigga two, live by the gun you can die by the gun
No way no how I can't die in these streets
I hate to see em on the news he got a gun he gone shoot
And we ain't playin by them rules, nigga one nigga two

And we ain't playin by them rules, nigga one nigga two
Yeah you know I got my gun so ain't no runnin from you
You can send me the addy right now, know I'm comin through
Yeah you know that we aint playing with niggas we handle business

We was slidin on them niggas way before y'all got them glizzy's
PullUp (fafa) we ain't really need no extension
We did what we had to do to get they attention
They won't answering DM's now we all up in they mentions

Mama always made it when I was in detention
Good with numbers and I swear she could whip it in the kitchen
I was cryin out and I swear nobody wanted to listen
A young nigga was broke I got wit bro and got to fixing some shit

Friendships and business I don't be mixin the shit
They gave me they ass ain't get to kissin the shit
I ride round the city with the sticks in the whip
Kick ya shit and get flipped

I love countin money it be stopping me from flashing out
Bro gave me the bar I gotta score cause this the last down
Smoking a lot weed sippin hella lean
Damn bro sometime you gotta stop me from passin out

Thug life I'm just tryna live me a good life
I ain't sayin imma thug nigga but it's a thug in the room
I heard they trippin bout the money I made a whole lot of loot
I know some niggas that's gone shoot

Yeah it's some thugs in the room
Whole lot of love in the room real niggas I salute
I hate to see em on the news he got a gun he gone shoot
And we ain't playing by the rules nigga one, nigga two

Live by the gun you can die by the gun
No way no how I can't die in these streets
I hate to see em on the news he got a gun he gone shoot
And we ain't playin by the rules nigga one, nigga two

And we and playing by them rules nigga one, nigga two