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If I made punk music it would probably be like this ... my friends r those types....I can so relate to this song....a throwback train of thought for you ppl..enjoy a veiw nto my mind & the wolrd I come from where being true about your crew and being down to the end is all it's about n the world of
Gangsters And Thugs ...peep the lyrics...

Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
[x2]

You stand by me
I stand by you
If there is a fight I'm the one to come to
Good and bad, times we've been through
You got my back and I got yours too
All of my life were in my crew
I'd do anything for you
Beat someone black and blue
Black and blue and I'd do it for you

Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
[x2]

Try to tell'em leave us alone
Still ridin' with them fellas down that unknown road
Said there ain't no tellin', I told'em before
Wouldn't listen
No more bitchin'
Leave 'em all on the floor
I know
This labels money
They take 'till it hurts
That's why I still got that nina, and I still got that work
Tomorrow ain't promised
I'll smoke it today
The zone will run you five
And I'll be on my way

Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs

It's official, I'm destined to fail
And I ain't tryin' to catch no case
I got no money for bail
I'm hurt, up in the E.R. before New Year's Eve
Said there's nothing we can do so we suggest that you leave
30G's, no insurance, they don't give a damn
That's a brick, and I'm a scale, break it down into grams
They say you can't win for losing, I swear it's the truth
Same shit, different day, man I swear what's the use

It got us paid with good intentions
I got dirty with two prostentions
I make a living ain't got no pension
For transcriptions for my life on tension
The world is mine, no limit I can do it
Every drama in life I've been through it
Even if I had it good and I blew it
Regret nothin' move on I said fuck it

Gangsters and thugs
Criminals and hoods
Some of my friends sell records, some of my friends sell drugs
[x2]

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