thug it out lyrics – jay rock

“thug it out”
(feat. trey songz)

ya’ll n*gg*s stop talking all dat sh*t in the club man

[chorus: trey songz]
it ain’t a problem we can thug it out,
(yo hood my hood)
come show me what you talking bout (talking bout)
right here what’s goods,
ain’t a problem so just watch your mouth,
talk tough till we
erase your face and take you out (take you out)
it ain’t a problem,

[jay rock:]
… back in the days,
unfortunately a lot of real n*gg*s being replaced,
with all the official n*gg*s that put frowns on their faces,
everytime the m’s come on they perpetrating,
i guess i grew up different,
i can’t blame them, my childhood had to evolve around killers,
gangs and drug dealers, weed and cocaine
which eventually made me who i am today,
so i don’t pay attention to em,
i don’t ever listen to em,
i just brush off their loud talk,
play the background waiting for something to pop off,
watch the same n*gg* run to his car,
lame n*gg*s never saw guns before,
be the same n*gg* talk about his guns to blow
he be considered a joke,
when the hot ovens come out, it’s life or death,
cut throat n*gg*s run back to their mums house,
you scared n*gg*.


white… on the ride,
model b*tch on the side,
on my lap 4-5,
n*gg* that’s how i drive,
on these streets homeboy it’s do or die,
you wouldn’t know because you never came outside,
the wise man said actions speaks louder than words,
and you clown n*gg*s working my nerves,
hop in the booth say you put work on the curb,
guns in the hood but never took a [?] on the turf,
never mention that when you rapping ya verse,
nah, act tough when you yap on the chirp,
ain’t dat some sh*t your homies come around and you act like you run sh*t,
then wanna question my gangsta up on some dumb sh*t,
don’t do that, we won’t shoot where your legs is at,
it’s either your head or the area where ya head pledging at,
no allegiance, now breathing under god,


it’s funny how these n*gg*s be so hard on a record,
see em in the streets, these n*gg*s soft as a feather,
ya’ll the ones that be in the club and they get their chain sn*tched,
we play for keeps so i doubt they get their chain back,
plus the ones that talk tough behind the microphone be the first n*gg*s to run,
when the fight is on, them n*gg*s scary and it’s easy to see,
i ain’t calling out names, got caller id,
n*gg*s want beef boy you know where i be,
in g projects 112 street look
don’t need to check my resume n*gg* i’m good,
b.l double o d n*gg* i’m hood,
lifting weights think he solid as a rock,
bet i knock his *ss down from a four five shot,
so don’t talk sh*t homie when you know your a hoe,
like the good bible say boy you reap what you sow,
b*tch n*gg*,


/ jay rock lyrics