[50 cent]
What y'all know about this fab shit, huh?
Te baby come on, uh-huh
Trackmasters uh-huh
[eminem]
Look we can shop together mama, his and hers
Fifth av. shit baby, fendi furs
I ain't tight with the chips girl
I'm down to splurge
If it's ice you like i'll light up your life (ooh)
Vs2 clarity alright
I play the block, i ain't the type to punch your clock
I'm the type to put the metal to the floor in the drop
I live life in the fast lane
I make a grove of hash
Hustle hard for cash so i can spoil that ass
It's like she loves me, she loves me not
'cause her friends pump her head full of bullshit alot
I gave her jewels i imported for her
Chanel bags i bought from boosters
To the hood i introduced her
She's feisty and sometimes she wanna fight me
People's saying if i get knocked she ain't gon' write me
The sick part is all that bullshit excites me
Chorus: [destiny's child]
A thug's what i want
A thug's what i need
Even though that my friends don't seem to see
That he laces me with money
He knows when i want it
And i never wanna leave my baby
My thug out no good baby
[eminem]
Chorus
[50 cent]
Chorus
[50 cent]
Chorus (repeat)
[destiny's child]
A thug is what i want
And a thug is what i need
And my friends don't understand
How my baby laces me
A thug is what i want
And a thug is what i need
And my friends don't understand
And i think it's jealousy
(a thug's what i want)
