• Lyrics: play full screen play karaoke
• Duck Soup - Danny!
• Thug Boy - C-Murder
• Duck Tape - Dom Pachino
• Touch Up - Mother Mother

[Verse]
Y'all cats can't examine my stamina
I flow greater than eight of your favorite
Rap individuals
Trappin', I did it too...but not kilos of coke
More like these MC's in a chokehold
Gee whiz I'm loco, disregardin' my sanity
"Damn it he spits it so candidly"
Nit-wits can can it, please
Why my name don't get brought up
When South Carolina get thought up?
I oughta be whinin'
But I'm shinin' like I was the forehead
On Mario Winans
I'm sorry your highness...but this time it's official
I wish you wack rappers would strap a
B-bomb to your baby Timbs
Maybe then you'll blow up before I do
Your IQ is minus 2

(talking)
Say Ty, (what's up)
I'm feeling you yeah (is that right)
But they say I'm too ghetto for you (oh, ha ha)
Let's chill out from the club scene right now (aiight then)
Let's do our ghetto love thang (that's right you my thug boy)
[Chorus]
I don't wanna go to the club
I wanna stay home with my thug
You might want ghetto love
But I just can't get enough - 2x
What you want, I want my ba-by
What you want, I want my thug boy
What you need, I need my ba-by
What you need, I want my thug boy
[C-Murder]
I'm C-Murder Miller, straight up killa
When I met you you say you liked thug figgas
Well here I'm is, I'm a thug lord
With a vest with many tattoos on my chest
So forget the rest, I'm all you need
When I met you I was playing bout 50 some g's
Other be in contact with 50 some ki's
Think back, remember them trips overseas
Now everything I ride be sitting on d's
Leather interior, two T.V.'s
Break you off proper, get you asleep
You said you never had sex on sanded sheets
Never had rough sex till you met me
Want a thug want a rough neck sex with P
Gucci, Prada, Lubitone
And other designers
Ludacris say what's your fantasy
All I wanna know is do you want a thug like me
[Chorus]
[C-Murder]
Nothing lasts forever
Not even love, that's why I'm a thug
That's why I do things just because
It's in my blood my daddy was
Straight from the projects, and a cut-cut boy
If you got it, got to give it up boy
You see me, I'm gone pro-tect you
And everybody in the hood gone respect you
I won't neglect you, and at times
I might have to check you
All I want from you is a ride or die
Stand by my side sometimes get high
Fly with me to Jamaica
Subtract yourself from these fakas
I told you, when we first met
Good times bad times you won't forget
And you'll see more cash then you ever could get
And you'll have nice things I wanna see you with
But you got to be strong, hold on
Stay true, other playas want a piece of you
But you could get with this or you could get with that
But I'ma step back and let me see where your mind at
[Chorus - 2x]
(talking)
Yeah, now that's why I love my baby
She gone chill at home instead of go and run the streets
That's thug love, that's ghetto love
That's something you can't get enough of
You know, it's like that, L.T. he hitting it
You heard me, thug love, No Limit
C-Murder, Ty, TRU Records respect us
2001, 2002, 2003, you heard me, peep game

[Islord:]
Aiyo my mind is like a nine, I shoot my thoughts at ya'll
Bitch ass niggas, corny rap niggas
Claiming that ya'll live and shit, but hell no
Cause I do this, kid, through rain, sleet & snow
Yeah, kid, what, I'm just that live
Cause me and Dom P, blacking niggas eyes
So ya'll best to realize the realism
How Islord get down on the rhythm, cause I hit 'em with that -
[Dom Pachino:]
Run up in the game with the duct tape, to the shit ya'll rape
I don't know how much more shit can I take, and fuck jake
And the fatman too, I bring the gat land through
Turn him into fatman fondu, and this cockerspaniel
My glock handle, too hot to handle
My next drill's left field, to make your next feel vandal
My tech can't stand you, my chips, you better fork them over
Or you be treated like a Hunt for the Red October
I sink ya ship with the flare, from my brother grip
Get smothered quick, for fucking with me, dick, on some G shit
I see shit in 3D, you won't be shit, and you definitely won't defeat me
I'm so swift, breath of fresh air on the airwaves
Aren't you tired of the same shit you hear every day?
And here we go again, the heat holding, the beat swollen
Just speak golden, his flow's frozen, the whole world knows him
[Islord:]
Since '97, I was rocking ya'll to heaven
With classical material, machine gun funk
Right out your stereo, so here I go, lyrical assassin
Quick to attack, any nigga acting
Like he invincible, and can't get returned to the essence
Kid, you must be stupid, thinking like you adolescent
Like your whole family won't get duct taped
Then get tossed in the lake, somewhere upstate

All my makeup it has washed off I need a touch up
Mascara all up in my eyes, chemical hair dyes and highlights
Higher than my lights, higher than highlights
My makeup, it has washed off. I need a touch up
I need a makeover dream, exfoliant cream
Irons and proteins for my size
Cucumbers on my eyes
Tenderize my thighs
Film and foam
Tanner for skin tone
Nuclear bath balm
My makeup has washed off I need a touch up
I need a touch up
Need a nip and a tuck, need to be cropped and cut
I need a touch up I need a haircut,
Need a shave and a pluck to help me get me fucked
I am a makeover queen a swan out of duckling
Ugly duckling you're drowning in makeup
My makeup has washed off
I forget that I can remember when I was young climbing up fences
Scraping my knees, dirt on my cheeks
Not one makeover queen bone in me
I recall the door bell was ringing and there were Avon ladies singing wholesale
My makeup, it has washed off