Thrust M. Philips - Straight Boolin'

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Y'all ready for this?
Now check it...
Rollin' thru Chi-Town in my Coupe-de-Ville
It's Thrust Philips, hoe, you already know the deal
Droptop, chrome rims, everything
I do say I'm ballin' like a king
All the gangs, yeah, they all love me
I don't pick sides 'cause I'm a straight G
I roll by my lonesome, nothing wrong with that
It's just me, my thoughts and my muthafuckin' gat
Can't leave without it, the hood's unpredictable
Get caught lacking and you'll end up in a pickle
Not me though, I always stay woke
I'll fuck your ass up like a muthafuckin' joke
Dare step to me, I'll make your ass shiver
Send chills down your spine that will make your heart quiver
You'd be filled to the brim with fear
And for my final act I'll make your soul disappear
Swoop, out your body, gone in a flash
You wouldn't know what hit like your PC crashed
Yeah, that's how the merciless roll
Feet not on the pedal 'cause I'm using cruise control
Yeah, this type of mood is very fundamental
Bumping to this chill-ass instrumental
Brought to you by my homeboy Soup
Bass booming in the muthafuckin' coupe
It's all good in the muthafuckin' hood
No brother got shot in Englewood
Everything seems so fine and dandy
The clique on the corner all sippin' on brandy
Today is not one of your average days
I usually have to fuck a bitch up in so many ways
But it's still early, and everything's alright
Hopefully I won't hear gunshots tonight
But that's okay, I wish a nigga would come at me
That nigger would be hanging from a tree
I ain't joshin', I ain't frontin'
I ain't rappin' these things to hide that I'm nothin'
I'm the real deal, you get the whole package
I invoke fear into others 'cause I'm a straight savage
That's the meaning of thrustness right there
It's a word I made up, but I really don't care
If you're me, you don't care about a lot of things
Just friends and family and fried chicken wings
I'm a nigga, what did you expect?
True niggas love fried chicken the last time I checked
Well anyway where was I? Oh yeah, Chiraq
The city of real players where shit's never whack
Don't believe me?
Who you foolin'?
A nigga straight boolin'

Written by:
AJ Pool

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