La The Darkman

What Thugs Do

La The Darkman


featuring DJ Rogers Puff 

[Intro: La the Darkman (DJ Rogers & Puff)] 
Yeah. Yeah. One. Two. 
Yeah. Yeah. Yeah. (Oh) 
Time for another cat get his money. 
Ya'nah'mean? Let's just stroll alone. 
(Havin money havin money) 
Word life. (Havin money) 

[La the Darkman] 
Yo yo life is hard so I dedicate to God 
Mad cats sell coke tryin not to starve 
Young girls sell vagina from Jersey to Carolina 
Saw moms do it, she learned it as a minor 
In poverty, life expectancy is short 
Kids rob spots, push crack or play sports 
In projects, single parents homes and techs 
Islam, bass-heads and welfare checks 
I'm tryin to eat, pushin wide-bodied whip through the streets 
My whole fleet is wolves disquised as sheep 
In society, the poor in America are miserable 
Untrained, starvin like the children in Israel 
First jewel since men spoke Hebrew 
Now niggaz drink brew, guzzle Lucefer stew 
Young E, only eleven, got a three-fifty-seven 
And said he sold drugs by day cuz havin cream was heaven 

[Chorus x2: DJ Rogers & Puff] 
What young thugs do for money 
What young thugs do for money 

[La the Darkman] 
Yo, niggaz keep eyein me, my life is like administer society 
I'm old dog, many fake thugs think of tryin me 
Sorry, I'm the lion in this concrete safari 
My Niggaz been in and out of jail since Atari 
The street life is the only life I know 
Puff trees, v12, my medallion glow 
And I'm always gotti, but cats don't know me 
My peoples run the island on Riker's and the Coney 
I keep the new fresh, planned Clark's like Tony 
I'm married to my guns in holy matrimony 
With street raps, all the bullshit, you keep that 
Rhyme for my niggaz on the corner that keep gats 
Since school cats, niggaz incarcerated 
All praises due to Allah cuz I made it 

[Chorus x2] 

[La the Darkman] 
Yo, yo, yo, yo, as an adolestant, I grew up stressin 
with a lust for jewelry, clothes and metal weapons 
Based on the streets, life about cream and whip 
Cells with the chip, big guns and big clips 
A dime piece to strip and more bricks to flip 
Ghetto novel, my lex shines like the Apollo 
La songs, philosphies is a street Aristotel 
It's policticians, catholics and christians 
Kids who don't listen, on Riker's pissin 
Life, can't play Cee-Lo with two dice 
And you go through Hell just to come out right 
Cuz we go through Hell just to come out right 

[Chorus x4] 

[Outro: DJ Rogers & Puff] 
Thugs that get that money (get that money) 
Don't let money change you (don't let it change you) 
(no, no, no, no) Thugs that get that money (ohhh) 
Money, don't let money change you (don't let it change you) 
(Ohh, no, no, don't let money change you) 
(I'm tellin you, don't let it change you) 
(Do you want the dollar? Got to have the money) 
(Uh, got to have the money) 
(Ain't worth the problem...)