O'Dell:
Girl you know you need a thug
Girl you know you need a thug
Girl you know you need a thug
Verse 1: (Popeye)
Forget your feelings inside but all they do is over reaching my tone
Underhanding me so poor when I speach in the phone
Featured alone, to make it my business I caught your vision
Shinin while you were dining with homie and his religon
He isn't who you though he was, from second hand to man, caught a buzz
He don't deserve to ride with shorty cause
Every individual thug caught in a drought
Nervous but yet about you, put your heart in my lap
Start to adapt, but more that we touched you chose the right way
Killers that rome the streets and don't give a fuck what your knife say