4 My Thugz
T.O.P Lyrics

Check it out yo

For all my muthafuckin' niggas, word to Hurb
We got stupider
Runnin' mad circles round your
Crew like Jupiter
Oops, I mean Saturn, rappers sadden
Cause I madden, I have been Suckers wish they hadn't
I'm baggin' the bitches grabbin'
My pockets - fatten
Like Madden, then I just lamp like Aladdin
So what you gonna do when
I come through your town
With mad niggas who +love+ bein locked down
Facin' convictions, throwin' conniptions
I got more riches than them royal Egyptians
Step to this mic, you're a goner
Cause Red Hot Lover's right
On like Cynthia Horner
I better warn ya, you'll get your ass kicked
I'm blasted that's it
I drop it like a clumsy black bastard
I'm gettin' figures from my rap niggas
Got my shit-kickers, yo
This is for my niggas

Guaranteed to make your head rock
Tote Glocks, drop cops that
Mistake me for Rodney, strictly headshots
I knock the twist out your dreadlocks
Who got the props? Biggie
Who got the Glock? Biggie but who is he?
You can't get my description
You need a prescription
Two doses of the ferocious
Feel the weight when I'm crushin' them
Bumrushin' em', stuffin' 'em
I put the pressure on 'em, hon
Lord have mercy, Jesus Christ
He's just nice, he just sliced
Like a Ginsu, look what I been through
The Brooklyn streets
The obese thug nigga from the East
The black nine, hard to find muthafucka
After the rhyme press rewind, muthafucka
Strictly for my niggas

I nod my head cause the flavor hovers over
The Universal Soldier of hip-hop
Somebody shoulda told ya
40 Projects Southside Jamaica Queens
Please don't sleepwalk the unforbidden when
Most MC's won't check it, if you ever felt
Sceptic about my intellect, it's
Hectic, I'm like antiseptic on record
Disinfect your, sound seizen' your sector
Local areas, across seas
Even in Rome and Mecca i'm known, Prince
Organizin' with the Red Hot Lover
And the bad brother Biggie
Smalls from another
Planet called Brooklyn, hey good lookin
Do you like it, hot chocolate after dark, uh
Or scared to get you hooked in
You might have to seek medical attention
The unforgettable type
Representin' my niggas rockin'
Rockin' the mic right hardcore MOP type shit
Peace to my other half and
My niggas doin bids

I used to start more shit
Than high school bullies
I was doin my thing since my nigga
Bu-Bang used the steel carts for pullies
I break niggas up like referees
Put 'em on point
Pack out my joint and makin
'em move like refugees
Li'l Fame rep, is Brooklyn down still?
Niggas that fuck around'll catch
A beatdown from Brownsville
I'm goin all out the western way
Old school or new school
I beat your ass like it's freshmen's day

For y'all wanna-be MC's FAG's
You gon' fuck around and make
That nigga Bill squeeze
I'm representin' for all mines with nines
Hardcore's in town, my niggas that get down
A Hillfigure on the trigger (true)
Them Crooklyn sounds that pounds
And break through stopped puffin the lye
Still sippin' the brew
So I be on cruise when you
Snooze and then you loose

(It's Li'l Fame, muthafucka - slap
Little Mallet) word, and Red Hot Lover Tone
Tossin' suckers like salad
Incredible vocabulary comin from
The Brooklyn freak peace to Fulton Street
Knuckleheads'll get wrecked with
The quick mic-check
My intellect shows no respect
For suckers who slept
In fact my rap style attracts
I have your girl lookin for me
In broad daylight with a flashlight
- pillow and mattress on her back
Cause yo shit is wack
So here goes the No-Doze
I'm puttin' it on foes who oppose
Comin off like porno pantie hose
Peace to Organized Konfusion and BIG




The MOP, from R-e-d
For all my niggas in the NYC