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(feat. 50cent, Eric Seamon And, Destineys Child) [50 Cent:] What y'all know about this fab shit, huh? TE baby come on, uh-huh Trackmasters uh-huh Look we can shop together mama, his and hers Fifth Av. shit baby, Fendi furs I ain't tight with the chips girl I'm down to splurge If it's ice you like I'll light up your life (Ooh) VS2 Clarity alright I play the block I ain't the type to punch your clock I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop I live life in the fast lane I make a grove of hash Hustle hard for cash so I can spoil that ass It's like she loves me, she loves me not Cause her friends pump her head hull of bullshit alot I gave jewels I imported for her Chanel bags I bought from boosters To the hood I introduced her She feisty every now and then she wanna fight me People saying if I get knocked she ain't gon write me The sick part is all that bullshit excites me Letras de canciones[chorus: Destiny's Child] A thug's what I want A thug's what I need Even though my friends don't seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby [Eminem:] I'm the illest rapper to hold the cordless, patrollin corners Looking for hookers to punch in the mouth with a roll of quarters I'm meaner in action than Roscoe beatin James Todd Sr. across the back with vacuum cleaner attachments {Ow! Ow! Ow!} I grew up in a wild hood, as a hazardous youth with a fucked up childhood, that I used as an excuse And ain't shit changed, I kept the same mindstate since the third time that I failed 9th grade You probably think that I'm a negative person, don't be so sure of it I don't promote violence, I just encourage it {c'mon} I laugh at the sight of death as I fall down a cement flight of steps {ahhhhhhhh!} and land inside a bed of spider webs So throw caution to the wind; you and a friend can jump off of a bridge and if you live, do it again Shit, why not, blow your brain out, I'm blowin mine out Fuck it, you only live once, you might as well die now! [chorus: Destiny's Child] A thug's what I want A thug's what I need Even though my friends don't seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby [Erick Seamon:] Uh, so mean, never seen the green, knahmean? This jump off need two trampolines Rock hard jeans sag low, new Timberlands I works it like Missy and Timbaland Cuban link chain hang E emblem Chick 'round me multiplyin like Gremlins Word to my momma, I bring drama Like Osama, I'ma problem, period comma I come through with the Bizkit, Limp'n The Underground Kingz in the building, pimpin Oh no, they must be feelin me Pinch me now, this don't feel real to me Oh yeah, it's my son's communion Next month is my fan's reunion Write this down in your pad I'm thirty-("FOUR") and a half, and yeah I'm a Sagg' [chorus: Destiny's Child] A thug's what I want A thug's what I need Even though my friends don't seem to see That he lace me with money He knows when I want it And I'm never gonna leave my baby My thugged out no good baby [Beyonce:] A thug is what I want And a thug is what I need And my friends don't understand How my baby laces me A thug is what I want And a thug is what I need And my friends don't understand And I think its jealousy From Letras Mania