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   We might break, don't handle we follow within the moon   Resting beside the gun for the sun that's coming soon      Chorus: Mercedes/(O'Dell)      You can't give a little   (Girl you know you need a thug   You know you need a thug)   You can't give a little not just a little   (Girl you know you need a thug   You know you need a thug)   You can't give a little   (Girl you know you need a thug)   You can' give a little not just a little   And assume that I'm a give you what you need      Verse 2: (Mercedes)      You got my head down and I still thinking I can't see   This things not 69, it's 68 owe, one you and me   Lately you ain't been tryin to keep up with my love   If you can't deal with the give and take then baby let me be   I need a thug with a gangstas touch   Lets take a chance on raw romance   Baby blow my mind, I need you to speed it up   Don't slow down baby, lose this lady   Keep up with my stuff      Chorus: (Mercedes/(O'Dell)      You can't give a little   (Girl you know you need a thug   You know you need a thug)   You can't give a little not just a little   (Girl you know you need a thug   You know you need a thug)   You can't give a little   (Girl you know you need a thug)   You can' give a little not just a little   Mercedes/(O'Dell)   You can't give a little   (Girl you know you need a thug   You know you need a thug)   You can't give a little not just a little   (Girl you know you need a thug   You know you need a thug)   You can't give a little, not just a little    And assume that I will give into this love      Master P talking:      What's up with them thuggettes out there?   I need a thug, ya heard me?   Ha, Mercedes, thugged out.   See what I mean bout being a thug?   Nigga ain't trying to hear all that hootin and hollerin.   Fussin and fightin.   Be bout your paper.   Be down for your nigga.   Y'all niggas be down for your bitch.   Nigga, that's some thug shit.   What's up to all my motherfucking thugs out there?   My nigga Popeye laying it down.   With Miss Mercedes, O'Dell.   Thug nigga 'Los on the beat.   You know I'm thugged out, MP.   Ha ha.   Nigga we thugs till eternity over here at No Limit. (Ugh!)   And all yall real thug bitches. (Where they at?)   Ain't nothin but thug love. (Where them thug niggas at?)   Y'all know what I mean.   What's up, let's roll on these bitches (Hoody hooo.)   Get your money.   Ha ha. (Fuckin paper.)   Thug niggas and bitches. (Get 'em up.)   Floss your motherfucking ice. (Get 'em up.)   Raise your Rollies. (Put 'em up in the air.)   Cause it ain't No motherfucking Limit. (Hum bro.)   R&B mixed with motherfucking rap.   Now that's thug shit, ha ha.   I told ya nigga, it ain't over.