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(feat. Nas) [Nas:] Yea you know how it be All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming) Yea you know how it be All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming) Now put your hoods on Put your gloves on, nigga! [Nashawn:] Ayo I gotta break these streets shit down I'm walkin' through Town I'm holdin' my very big 3-pound Costumers is floodin' the kid And it's the first of the month So many hands I dropped my shit Pickin' my rocks up I told the Fiends back off And now I ain't servin' none of ya'll Letras de cancionesFresh Black Truck hopped in it Tinted, Rims glissin' got a Bitch in it Race to the finish Nashawn straight Menace Guineas - in my left hand While I'm drivin' drunk which on you want Hand-gun, Machine or the Pump? I'll murder you, have everybody in your crew in Black-suit, your gril in Black vial lookin' Gorgeous I'mma Gangsta! Shanksta, body you fuckin' her I ain't lovin' her, I'm guttin' her And you know how it be When you comin' from and livin' in the P's [Nas:] Yea you know how it be All my thugs gon' thuggin' the streets But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming) Yea you know how it be All 'em thugs gon' thuggin' the streets But let the Choir Sing (Choir Humming) Now put your hoods on Put your gloves on, nigga! From Letras Mania