Halfway Thugs Part 2 Lyrics

Noreaga - Halfway Thugs Part 2 Lyrics

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Halfway Thugs Part 2 Lyrics

(singing like Joe "I Don't Wanna Be A Player")

He don't wanna be a Muslim no more

He used to be black and proud

now he wanna be hardcore, ooh, ohh (repeat)



When I met this cat he was eatin' veggie burgers

Now you see him yo he think he about murders

I used to write his rhymes and let him shine

knowin' that he old school and out of time 

bitch made cat and yo he shot a kid

On top of that yo he got his man doin' a bid

Ex-crackhead and lived in a crackhead crib

Never sold records now he tryin' to live

But he was my man, I was the key he was a quarter gram

You like 37, lets give it up man 

you in this war you shoulda let me know

If it's war when I see you gonna let you go 

but you's a homo thug, faggot though

I hate you and the rest of y'all faggots though

So let me boost you and eat y'all niggas what you're used to

You just mad cuz you wasn't in the Juice Crew 

you a Muslim now or just used to?

Five Percent today or just used to?

Aiyyo a thug this week I guess you's too

mad cuz I cut you off cuz you was soft

I got jumped you had the gat and you didn't let off

Ice broke it up than I turned around and split off

Yeah my nigga shot the nigga in the North Face cloth

So what the fuck, watch my wyle like what

You can't rock shit

Thugged Out Entertainment we fuck you up 

all my N U straight scuff you up

And all my niggas freak bitches like me and Kurupt

Aye yo you bitin' my style fearin' my words

You ain't pro-black because you like po' white birds

Eatin' ham with your man while you in the suburbs

You like old school and washed up

I told you rhyme like a dog and put your heart up

Tell the truth, tell the truth, 

why you tellin' them lies

You goy mad cuz I was fuckin' with (?) and Nas

And you hate Nas right that's what you told me right?

Everything that he did yo you tried to bite

Don't get mad cuz you weak and he real tight

The QB niggas don't like you neither

You had dreds now you met now you got a Caesar

bitin' my style, wastin' your style

You was in for the culture how you switchin' your style

And you know it ain't over yet

Cuz me and my click will bring the rest