I Need A Thug

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