Refugees yo, all you say
Dirty, dirty, dirty south
I used to play while at the Y.M.C.A., in L.A.
Sold my first a-k
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody Sunday
(What about Texas?)
They need to chill with the gun play
(New York City, y'all)
Police are at the door
The magnum was by the ashtray
(Look at shorty, y'all)
He 'bout to go out like scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
With thug angels singin, sayin'
So you wanna be a thug?
To all my thugs in Houston, you wan' push drugs?
To all my thugs in Memphis, you want the cars in the videos
To the Jacksonville thug angels, let me tell you how it really goes
I'm on the highway with a black bandanna, headed to Atlanta
Until I heard woop woop, that sound of da police, should I pull over?
He had the dark shades on but he ain't look like Stevie Wonder
His face was, pale and long, he looked like cold day in December
Now let me ask the truth or somethin'
Should I slow down and be a good camper?
I heard a young thug scream
It depends what you got in the beamer
Now I got two choices I could blast
And become most wanted in America
Or I could slow down like the man in the bronco
And get Johnny Cochran to be my lawyer
Oh, Sonya, hit her on the Motorola
If I get locked up, I ain't getting out till Tuesday
'Cause this is Saturday and it's a holiday
Now I got to spend a week hangin' in the south in jail
But you told me that crime pay
The dirty, dirty, dirty, south
I used to play while at the Y.M.C.A. in L.A.
Sold my first a-k
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody Sunday
(What about Brooklyn?)
They need to chill with the gun play
Police are at the door
The magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey)
He bout to go out like scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
With thug angels singin', sayin'
So you wanna be a thug?
My thugs in Chicago, you wan push drugs?
My thugs in Orlando, you want the cars in the videos?
To v-a and D.C., St. Louis, Miami
So you a killer, how many people did you kill?
You a dealer, how many drugs did you deal-a?
Forrealla, used to sell crack on the hill-a
Yeah right, my name is Elvis and your wife is pricilla
You're an actor, you need a part in this thrilla
Hold up, ain't no need to bust your four-fifth-a
It's two of use, one of use is bound to leave in a coma
So say your prayers and give my regards to the undertaker
The dirty, dirty, dirty, south
I used to play while at the Y.M.C.A. in L.A.
Sold my first a-k
I saw her man get murdered on Sunday, bloody Sunday
(What about Brooklyn?)
They need to chill with the gun play
Police are at the door
The magnum was by the ashtray
(New Jersey)
He bout to go out like scarface
He woke up in a cardboard box with no space
With thug angels singin', sayin'
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in Tampa, you wan push drugs?
To my thugs in Detroit, you want the cars in the videos?
To the north, to the south, to the whole Carolina
Let me tell you how it really goes
So you wanna be a thug?
To my thugs in ATL you wan push drugs?
To my thugs livin' in Dallas, you want the cars in the videos?
Thug angels in the Birmingham
Let me tell you how it really goes, let's go
Watch out for the beasts
Watch out if you got a seed homie
'Cause you don't want your kids growin' up
Thinkin' they never had no daddy
Big pun, rest in peace forever
Bronx, pour some liquor
Slang tom, rest in peace
Police is in the news, watch yourself
Y'all saw what they did to diallo
Yeah, you betta turn music down, I call 911
You gon' do what?
Wait, yo turn up your musics louder
Wait, all my people in the system jeep
Wait, all my people goin' to school early in the mornin'
Wait, eastern parkway
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