For My Thugs lyrics

[Intro: Jay-Z]
This one for the future
Everybody wanna be a Roc-A-Fella gangsta
Hard for the street, sicker for the club
Sometimes for the ladies, but this one for my thugs

[Verse 1: Jay-Z]
Hey yo, n*ggas wanna drive by the hood and dump
Come on, stupid – I clap up from your hood to the trunk
Foot on the floor, back on the wall, good with the pump
Blast through your stomach, stupid, you can look through your lunch
Is this what you want? n*ggas that's clappin that priest
Runnin' the streets, lawless, blastin' police
Stickin' Furby's out the window, snatchin' your niece
And nah, we don't just rap we clap you past the seats
Me with the twin eagle, B. Sigel and Bleek
And I got the whole city ready to throw toast wit' me
I'm loved, n*ggas wanna throw slugs with Jigga
All they–need is a reason to show love for Jigga
n*ggas wanna go back to back, 'til both of our gats clack
'Til we reload in three seconds flat, I'm back
n*ggas ain't met ya hat 'til we entered through ya shoulder
And we exit out ya back, gangsta n*gga

[Chorus: Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Both]
I flow hard for the streets, sicker for the clubs
Sometimes for the ladies but this is for my thugs
To my thug n*ggas, slug n*ggas, tear the club n*ggas
My "I don't give a f*ck" n*ggas
It's all love, n*ggas
[Verse 2: Memphis Bleek]
c*ck and shoot it, smoke, whole city polluted
When I talk, the whole block muted
Like E.F. Hutton style
Bleek not frontin now
We suit up for war with no button down
We clip up and zip up, hit your whip up
Put 4 in your cage, the other 4 in your face
And you don't want that
I catch a n*gga, who ain't pump at
Send 'em to one of my custy's and bring a lung back
Me, Bean, Jay – sh*t, you can't front that
Weed, coke, dope – Bleek n*gga pump that
Stay in the game for my beef, I tote up
Sit low in the seat, my weed I roll up
Smoke one to the head, come between my stomach and leg
Yeah, I'm the thuggin the street
You don't want nothing with Bleek
Its Roc-A–Fella for life, you know that sh*t
Get your ones, get your guns, n*gga, throw that sh*t

[Chorus: Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Both]
I flow hard for the streets, sicker for the clubs
Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thugs
Where my thug n*ggas, slug n*ggas, tear the club n*ggas
My "I don't give a f*ck" n*ggas
It's all love, n*ggas
[Verse 3: Amil]
This goes out to my give-head b*tches, my suck-pus*y n*ggas
Supply-cookie n*ggas
Yo, I live for the sheets, I die for the sheets
And I got spit for beats, like I ride for my peeps
Yo, I love this glamour sh*t, but, b*tch, I been gutter
Before "Can I Get A" and XXL covers
I thought I heard somebody say they want some hardcore
I like everything from my di*k to my bars raw
Now, is my street n*ggas not into this?
Now, is my street b*tches not into this?
Wild loud like my thugs do up in The Tunnel
You know the Roc, itchy finger the tussle
This territory locked, no more room in this hustle
Check the SoundScan, we getting platinum plaques and bundles
Verses I lie them down, they never die down
If the crowd rile down, then fire another round

[Chorus: Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Both]
I flow hard for the streets, sicker for the clubs
Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thugs
Where my thug n*ggas, slug n*ggas, tear the club n*ggas
My "I don't give a f*ck" n*ggas
It's all love, n*ggas

[Verse 4: Beanie Sigel]
I squeeze guns that'll go through your jeep
You know I'm controllin' the street
Beanie Sigel, Hov, and Bleek
I keep rope and a baby MAC
Don't get your ladies snatched
Comin' out that Baby Gap
f*ckin' with a crazy cat
I know you wanna lay me flat
sh*t, plenty n*ggas wanna pay me back
Win on stick-ups turn thou' avalanche pick-ups
For the soft and the cooked up, they lost when they looked up
Why you think I roll with the Roc?
sh*t, everybody I roll wit Hash-E
Everybody I roll wit' got
Ain't stopping me from takin' over blocks
West coast style, S.K. with the shoulder stop
Order AR-15, I spur on your team
Four pound Heckler & Koch
Jeckle ya block, settin' off Viper alarms
Strikin' ya mom
Roc-A-Fella dynasty got y'all ass right in their palms
[Chorus: Jay-Z, Memphis Bleek, Both]
I flow hard for the street, sicker for the clubs
Sometimes for the ladies, but this is for my thugs
Where my thug n*ggas, slug n*ggas, tear the club n*ggas
My "I don't give a f*ck" n*ggas
It's all love, n*ggas
Thug n*ggas, slug n*ggas, tear the club n*ggas
My "I don't give a f*ck" n*ggas
It's all love, n*ggas
Hard for the street
Sicker for the clubs
Sometimes for the ladies, this is for my thug n*ggas, wha
Where my thug n*ggas, slug n*ggas, tear the club n*ggas
My "I don't give a f*ck" n*ggas
It's all love, n*gga, wha, n*gga