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| | Thug Luv |
 | | Thug luv 'till I die, keep my prayer to the sky, but I'm still in the hood, smoke and fry, so I beg the Lord save us all escapers of misery, bless my niggas in penetentary, soldiers of the century, yeah. |
 | | I probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts thugs is convicts in God's prison, hands on the strap. |
 | | Still in the hood, where the thugs play, fuckin' with nothin' but thugs, man, ain't takin' no shorts, or no losses. |
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