Muggin’ Ain’t Thuggin’ Paris (Rap) (Ft. Tha Eastsidaz & T-K.A.S.H.)
"Muggin’ Ain’t Thuggin’" is a 2000 rap track by Paris featuring Tha Eastsidaz and T-K.A.S.H. It explores themes of authenticity, street credibility, and the distinction between real gangsta life and mere posturing. The song features hard-hitting beats and sharp lyrics, emphasizing resilience in the face of societal challenges. Its cultural impact lies in its critique of superficial gang culture. #Rap
[Verse 1: Tray Deee]
Who you thinkin' you intimidatin', frownin' up?
Mean muggin' ain't thuggin' 'less you down to dump
Down to scrap, ready for whenever it crack
Come time, front line at the head of the pack
Set it off, lettin' off at the pigs and all
Let the AK spray 'til they squeal and crawl
Got wires, now I ride to fulfill the cause
Gotta push black power 'til the system fall
With my fist in the air, a clip and a spare
Educated gangsta equipped and prepared
Finished with the ignorance and killin' my own
Politicin' with this crippin', brothas gettin' along
Plus we hollerin' at the brown now, keepin' it G
So the government in trouble wants peace in the streets
Yeah the revolution comin' homie, time to murk
But looks don't kill, gotta do that dirt
[Hook: T-K.A.S.H.]
You look that way, but you ain't built that way
You don't really feel that way, it don't matter what your picture say
Maybe you should fix your face, 'fore somebody come and split your face
A political pistol case, get this straight, muggin' ain't thuggin'
[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
My life been sacrificed
And I don't need a TV show to tell a nigga what's right
And I don't need to reinvent myself
You Hollywood-ass niggas need a lotta help
Look at the way motherfuckas dress
Wait until they run into the devil's reject
Rapin' you suckas that be sellin' your soul
Man I'm tellin' you, they tear 'em a new asshole
To where they can't even focus right
Aww shit, look at how they did Mike
This music makes me meditate
And Satanism is somethin' I can't illustrate
I can feel it in my soul and bones
That if I let go I'ma lose control
They create you, then the break you back down
Too much love for this music so we crackin' right now, yeah
Who you thinkin' you intimidatin', frownin' up?
Mean muggin' ain't thuggin' 'less you down to dump
Down to scrap, ready for whenever it crack
Come time, front line at the head of the pack
Set it off, lettin' off at the pigs and all
Let the AK spray 'til they squeal and crawl
Got wires, now I ride to fulfill the cause
Gotta push black power 'til the system fall
With my fist in the air, a clip and a spare
Educated gangsta equipped and prepared
Finished with the ignorance and killin' my own
Politicin' with this crippin', brothas gettin' along
Plus we hollerin' at the brown now, keepin' it G
So the government in trouble wants peace in the streets
Yeah the revolution comin' homie, time to murk
But looks don't kill, gotta do that dirt
[Hook: T-K.A.S.H.]
You look that way, but you ain't built that way
You don't really feel that way, it don't matter what your picture say
Maybe you should fix your face, 'fore somebody come and split your face
A political pistol case, get this straight, muggin' ain't thuggin'
[Verse 2: Goldie Loc]
My life been sacrificed
And I don't need a TV show to tell a nigga what's right
And I don't need to reinvent myself
You Hollywood-ass niggas need a lotta help
Look at the way motherfuckas dress
Wait until they run into the devil's reject
Rapin' you suckas that be sellin' your soul
Man I'm tellin' you, they tear 'em a new asshole
To where they can't even focus right
Aww shit, look at how they did Mike
This music makes me meditate
And Satanism is somethin' I can't illustrate
I can feel it in my soul and bones
That if I let go I'ma lose control
They create you, then the break you back down
Too much love for this music so we crackin' right now, yeah
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