Pink - Jean Grae, C-Rayz Walz

Oh, you a thug now?

‘Cause you involved in gunplay

Wifey acting funny like the bus on Sunday

Wanna make a U-turn?

Dummy, this is one-way

Yo, that’s your man?

Hmm, I think he’s gay

You thought you was tough like them guys who robbed you

Fronting like you sell drugs, you know you got a job, duke

Always ice-grilling, fucking up the barbeque, fronting

With your boys like, «That's the murder-drama crew.»

It’s chumps

Like you that give us a bad name, telling my

Life’s story in your weak/week rap game.

I know

You was watching me.

I used to see you peep.

You was

So interested.

Why you ain’t never sleep?

It’s deep

It goes back to childhood in the streets.

You was

Lying ‘bout pussy, beating your meat.

Imagi-

-nary friends, things you did, places you be.

Basic-

-ally, you the same thing that gave birth to me (Pussy, pussy)

You ain’t

A thug.

(You just acting bugged) ‘cause you

Want a hug from shorty, (but she don’t got love).

And when you

Got slugged, she said, («It must be drugs. That ain’t my)

(Man.») Pink.

You ain’t

A thug.

(You just acting bugged) ‘cause you

Want a hug from shorty, (but she don’t got love).

And when you

Got slugged, she said, («It must be drugs. That ain’t my)

(Man. Why’d you fuck him up?»)

All the

Thugs I know is really into calmness while y’all

Wanna walk by and scream, «Onyx!»

Boxing

Oxygen, making gunshot noises

Talking to yourself like you really hear voices.

You

Thugs is killing me.

I only fear God.

You think you

Look tough?

In my eyes, you got on leotards.

Keep

Playing the role, yeah, get your head bent ‘cause you

So pussy, you could get pregnant.

It’s

Sad.

You act like your gun blast math, but you the

Same one that used to get hurt for your bus pass.

It ain’t

2Pac, four.

Y’all just followers.

Thanks to

Ja Rule, we got a whole bunch of «Hollarers,» dollar-

-borrowers, gold chain gossipers, Acade-

-my Award killers who deserve Oscars.

Y’all ain’t

‘Bout it, but since your fronting got no limit, I see the

Future—wait, you about to die in a minute

You ain’t

A thug.

(You just acting bugged) ‘cause you

Want a hug from shorty, (but she don’t got love).

And when you

Got slugged, she said, («It must be drugs. That ain’t my)

(Man. Why’d you fuck him up?») Pink.

You ain’t

A thug.

(You just acting bugged) ‘cause you

Want a hug from shorty, (but she don’t got love).

And when you

Got slugged, she said, («It must be drugs. That ain’t my)

(Man. Why’d you fuck him up?»)

You need a

Whole borough, black, to fight one thorough cat.

You wasn’t

Broke and hungry—that ain’t why you started selling crack.

You’re a

Clown.

You wanted to be down to sound gritty

Your life was inspired by New Jack City, King of New

York, Mobb Deep, DMX, and Biggie

I’m tired of you cowards.

I’ll fuck you up!

Menti-

-roso.

You know, in jail, you was butt.

You wasn’t

Manito.

Uribe then stuck you up.

Real

Volcanoes don’t smoke—they just erupt.

No

Phone calls for you.

They would have cut you, plus you

Suck.

No, really.

You suck

Bulletproof vest, man?

You need D-cups

And just like this song, you’re funny, son.

Woke up

In your cell, laying next to Snickers and honeybuns.

You just

Wanted attention like a live Giga Pet, so to

Look the look, you started smoking cigarettes.

You never

Used to puff weed, true indeed, ‘til you heard Boot

Camp.

Now it’s like, «Yo, what up with the trees?»

They’re in a

Forest—same place your corpse gon' be ‘cause

Fantasy never brings L-O-V-E

You ain’t

A thug.

(You just acting bugged) ‘cause you

Want a hug from shorty, (but she don’t got love).

And when you

Got slugged, she said, («It must be drugs. That ain’t my)

(Man. Why’d you fuck him up?»)

(You just acting bugged)

(But she don’t got love)

(«It must be drugs. That ain’t my)

(Man»)

Come on, man.

You ain’t no goddamn thugs.

«But she not in the streets.

«Why everybody gotta be from the streets.

Y’all playing from the sidewalks,

y’all living in the streets where the cars at.

Come off this, please.

Haaa.

I be sighing.

It’s hot.

C-Rayz, I’m out of here.

I want my money for this