[L-Burna]
I'm callin' my shots just how I see it, believe it
My nigga, I G it
Got a few things that's on my mind
So nigga gon' listen up while I free it
Whatever's needed, I'ma get it
And if I wanna get weeded, I'ma hit it
All of these dramas, niggas ain't sayin' they did it
Lil Lay commited (damn right)
Niggas is bucklin' up under pressure
Nevertheless still screamin' they thugs
If crap don't work for the number 1
I'm packin' my heat, sellin' more drugs
Ain't a damn thing ceasin, if my bankroll decreasin'
Open up shop at the first of the month
nigga, continue my creepin' on a come up
until I'm done up, dead and gone
You can look at my life and call me bad
But nigga, you read me wrong
And, nigga, I be head over heels 'til I get fifty mill or mo'
If it's this dough these niggas wanna kill me for
Well I refuse to be broke
I'm contemplatin' murder on the government
Desporito be the motto
All shit be hard to swallow be ready for war if you follow
Atend hut, two, three, fo'
Soldiers get your paper
Nigga, you die if you a hater
Take it from a thug by nature, by nature
[Chorus x4]
Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah
(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')
(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)
[L-Burna]
Now, it's a few rules to the game
By now, I'm thinkin' everybody should know
Number one when you get your paper
Don't go around trickin' it off on these ho's
God bein' a thug ain't nothin' easy
Now, when you rollin' in a Benz
Everybody be out for your ends
You really don't know who the fuck your friends
And paranoia might overrule ya
But look to the future, don't blink
Nigga, and your ship might sink
Endin' up dead or in the clink
And it take a raw dog
Mothafucka, to stay on top of the pile
Now, I got a style and you got a style
But is the weight gon' pull you down?
Not me, I'm blowin' pounds
I see a cloud that's how I do it
Picture me rollin' thru a city near you
And stayin' true to it
Nigga, you seen me in the video
I know you seen me at the bar
Seen my diamonds glisten and shinnin'
And you thinkin' I'm a star
But nigga, by far I'm just a thug
Mission sharper than a razor
When you on the go, lil' Lay gon' take ya
I'm a thug by nature, by nature
[Chorus x4]
Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah
(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')
(Livin' the life of a thug, thug, thug)
[L-Burna]
Roll, come and roll with me
As I take you on a journey thru my hood, mothafucka!
You can hear the police sirens blazin'
After these niggas that's paper chasin'
Throwin' house parties in the basement
How niggas doin' it in the wasteland
Nigga, get down and dirty quickly
Really, did he wanna commit that crime?
One for all my nigga, we had to grind
We had to get down for our crimes
Mental mindstate about money
Murder and bitches, to say the less
Even I know it ain't good to stress
These wicked streets really a test for all niggas
My niggas, y'all niggas be ready to ball
Niggas ready for war for when we call niggas
Talkin' about them raw niggas
Throw your fist up take a chance
Niggas is hustlin' out here, gettin' it
What you tryin' to do, I did it
How you tryin' to live, I done lived it
I only be fuckin' around with major moves
Niggas done heard the stories
If your shit ain't tight then I played you fools
You losin' to get the glory
That's straight up and down
Nigga, pound for pound, round for round
We can make this happen
Niggas be snappin', guarenteed satisfaction
Bringin' y'all nothin' but action
Nigga this here is what the game made me
But Layzie, I'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be
Nigga this here is what the game made me, made me
I'm just a thug, and that's the thang to be, to be
[Chorus x4]
Cause I'm a thug by nature, thug by nature, yeah, yeah
(Gotta keep thuggin', we're thuggin', thuggin', thuggin')
[Intro: Layzie]
Yeah (yeah)
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (hey)
Mind (hey) mind (hey, hey, hey, hey, hey)
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind
[Thin C:]
Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal
Get the extra points, tell me what's the real score?
Tell me who's the real hoe? Baby it's official
I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle
[Layzie Bone:]
Tell her to blow it, ain't no stoppin man, get this motherfucker poppin man
Treat it like a prostitute and I'm in the game, this strong arm robbery man
Touchdown in the endzone mean money man, better get some
Field goal, now my friends on, countin Benjamins in the real zone
What's the real score? Bitches is wantin to constantly stay on the dick
What we here fo'? To get mo', that's why we be mobbin so thick
Quick to scream out Thug Nation, put the screen on the hation
Ain't no time gon' be wastin, y'all been patiently waitin
We have them T-shirt and panty parties, bitches be doin us favors
Wanna thank ya for the flavor, you know I'm never gon' savor
What you gave up, was precious doll, you the shiznit, you put it down
I love it when you get wild, I love you screamin "Touchdown"
[Chorus: Thin C (Dre Ghost)]
Put your hands in the air (bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
Put my nuts on your chin (bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
Now do it again and again bitch (bitch go ahead and give me somethin!)
(Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!)
What your momma name is? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
Did she really have kids? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
And who the fuck your next of kin? (Bitch go ahead and show me somethin!)
(Won't you show me somethin, go ahead and show me somethin!)
[Layzie Bone:]
Don't break down it ain't over, over
Don't leave now, it ain't over, feel the party gettin started girl
You flawless should be against the law, got a nigga wantin to break you off
Come here girl, take that off, that body right there was made to floss
Made for me, give Thin a piece, give Dre a shot, he rock the cock
L.D.T. make panties drop, oh you one of them kind that like to block?
Oh you like to watch? Get you some popcorn, and watch the movie
Kick up your toes, I suppose, you gon' be comin up out of your clothes
And there you go, nobody knows, behind closed do's
Freaks exposed, ladies and hoes, wanna do me right after the show
Hey, ain't nothin wrong, with a little bit of bumpin and grindin
Tell me yo' age, show me yo' license, we ain't goin out like Tyson
Better try again, we dig you too, but the main thang is cooperatin
Cause that-a way you would get some play, and it just might make yo' day
Cause the official don't blow the whistle, when you steppin out of bounds
In yo' city or in yo' town, this how it's goin down
[Thin C:]
Touchdown in the endzone, kicked it like a field goal
Get the extra points, tell me what's the real score?
Tell me who's the real hoe? Baby it's official
I'll referee (brrrrrr) bitch blow the whistle
Ay, ay, ay... ay, ay...
Ay, ay, ay... ay, ay...
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Grannys, aunts, sisters, nieces
We don't give a fuck, we love dime pieces
Got me a condom, let me release this
Let me see them Victoria Secrets
Fuck the drama, you can keep it
Slide down the pole
Laffy Taffy's and Tootsie Rolls
Fuck that, show me the pussy hole
I'm to the point, such a thug
And should I say, they show me love
Went to the room, straight from the club
All y'all broads can leave with us
You a good sport, and we with that
Charity baby, give back
Shower me baby, dig that?
[L-Burna]
It's all about perfect timin', feel me!
I said, it's all about perfect timin', feel me!
Nigga, it's all about perfect timin', feel me!
Puttin' it down 'til these mothafuckas kill me!
[(Ken Dawg) & L-Burna x4]
(It's like, time will tell, time will tell)
For me to prevail and capitalize on this mail
Look at the seven on my stomach, don't run from it
Battles you scared of a nigga that done really done it
[L-Burna]
Nigga, this hustlin' thang ain't knew to me
See, what it do for me
I keeps it crackin' and poppin', and droppin'
The fact this shit that's always chart toppin'
Feelin' my legacy, don't step to me never
Nigga done took you on that other level
I war with the devil just one of them mighty rebels
I passed the game out, figured a way to get my name out
Now they ask me what this fame 'bout
Little kids wanna go the same route
If they can be like lil' Layzie they would
But it's thug or die comin' up in the hood
It's all the same, homie
from the north, to the south, to the east, to the west
Better protect that chest and keep it peacefull where you rest
And God bless
If I have to protect my family I will
May Lord have mercy on your soul when it's the time to kill
Let time reveal
And I bet they tell a story is at
And I put my city on the map
Nigga, I attack with rap
World wide thugish ruggish, ruggish, riggish, ruggish, ruggish, ruggish
World wide thugish ruggish, ruggish, riggish, ruggish, ruggish, ruggish
[(Ken Dawg) & L-Burna x2]
(It's like, time will tell, time will tell)
For me to prevail and capitalize on this mail
Look at the seven on my stomach, don't run from it
Battles you scared of a nigga that done really done it
[L-Burna]
Nigga, tick tock
On a race against the clock, we all swervin'
When i'm dippin' in my Suburban
I be that nigga that pull to the curb
And I got some words for y'all niggas that's claimin' you're holdin' it down
What's wrong wit'cha now, when I come around niggas hatin' me now
I already knew it wasn't my niggas
It was that money that kept you blinded
I'm masterminded, perfect timin'
Keepin' my mental criminal minded
Want an autograph, and I signed it
Showed you much love, and I meant it
Now i'm doin' this eternal sin to stand away from you and hatred
Fuck the world
Nigga, I'd die for respect
Nigga, I ride for my check
And i'm just waitin' to see who gon' lie to me next
So what, that rolex on your wrist
Won't mean you always on point
All that flossin'll get you held up
Ask my niggas in the joint
Doin' time'll put some shit on your mind
Nothin' but solitude, niggas ain't got no gratitude
Real niggas that keep that attitudes
World wide thugish ruggish, ruggish, riggish, ruggish, ruggish, ruggish
World wide thugish ruggish, ruggish, riggish, ruggish, ruggish, ruggish
[(Ken Dawg) & L-Burna x2]
(It's like, time will tell, time will tell)
For me to prevail and capitalize on this mail
Look at the seven on my stomach, don't run from it
Battles you scared of a nigga that done really done it
[L-Burna]
Nigga, I don't switch my block
Cause it's still double glock
Even tho' i'm runnin' from the cops
World wide, I gets my props
[Dekumpoze]
You the man little nigga
You ain't knowin' that shit?
And i'ma put it down for you
So go on and wreck
[L-Burna]
Well, I'ma disect this shit
Strip it down to the nerve
Pull the Excersion to the curb
And let these niggas know the word
[Dekumpoze]
Well, the word is
Nigga, it's your time to shine
Bottom line, hatin' niggas can't stop the grind
[L-Burna]
Wussup!
Nigga, y'all niggas ain't ready to blow
Dekumpoze, lil' Layzie Bone from a nation unknown
[Dekumpoze]
Bone Thugs my niggas
The original heavy hitters of a show
Go-getters, and L Burna, wig splitter
[Layzie Bone]
Take a picture, nigga
We'll get'cha, it's the thangs we do
It's just the game that we be spittin', let me explain it to you
[Dekumpoze]
And i'm gon' be that nigga that tell ya to go on and give 'em hell too
The team in the cells, only time will tell
[L-Burna x2]
World wide thuggish ruggish, ruggish, ruggish, ruggish, ruggish
World wide thuggish ruggish, ruggish, ruggish, ruggish, ruggish
[Intro: Layzie]
All these studio ass motherfuckin niggaz man
Tired of this shit man (Mighty Mighty Mo)
Motherfuckers gon' bow down in deuce-double-oh-fo' (that's right)
The motherfuckin Thugs is back nigga (the Thugs is back nigga)
The Thugs is back nigga - you ain't heard? (you ain't heard nigga)
Yeah (what?) Mo Thug, Mo Thug, nigga (watch out nigga) uhh
[Chorus x3: Layzie Bone Thin C.)]
We keep it thugged out (thugged out) and gangsta (gangsta)
We wild nigga, we crazy man
We keep it thugged out (thugged out) and gangsta (we gangsta!)
We wild nigga, we crazy man
[Thin C.:]
I'm the trigger man for God's gun, annihilate the possessed ones
The best performer of theme of the methodical war, we won
The judgment bitch was treason in the summer, winter, spring and fall
Smashin for all seasons, the fake niggaz is peons
D-O for what you N-O, the doctor of
You's a crazy ass nigga on my memo, way back when I was little
Uhh, thug is in my blood trick, bomb on a nigga like SCUD's trick
I'll pop on a nigga like what bitch, pull up to your do' with slugs bitch
[Layzie Bone:]
C'mon Thin
Harmony Harmony what'chu say? A rebel my nigga my man Lil' Lay'
How many niggaz gon' die today? I'm a grind to stay in the line-up man
Y'all niggaz is watered down, from the ghetto man to my part of town
East 99 where the criminals bow, feelin me now? I'm startin them now
Powder 'em down, y'all wanted clown, let off rounds we blaze it
Home will be the safest while you lookin at me in amazement
Go on and take it man we don't play with life, my shit is sacred
I was sellin them ki's of dope while y'all was playin Patty's Bakers Man
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Nigga I'm the rawest yeah the rawest, one the coolest Cleveland bosses
Lyrics be flowin like from a faucet, E-Mortal Thugs nigga we flawless
We the M.T.F., Mo Thug my Family with a Grammy
So my music be sayin somethin straight up bumpin, y'all can't handle me
Fuck these other rappers be biters, better give me my peace
Hand me them keys and hand me that cheese, put a motherfucker on they knees
Buster please try to retaliate, I bring the greatest out of retirement
Beat a old man down to the ground ya heard?
Tell a motherfucker who yo' idol is
Ride with this or collide with this, suck it but just don't bite it
You can try but we don't buy it, my family undivided
Stay the highest we the flyest, Little Layzie will start a riot
I come through bumpin my gums, L-Burna don't ever keep quiet
I started this and I'm a finish this
I'm a menace that's gunnin and pinnin shit
I flip the script and stay dipped, Eazy-E shouldn'ta put me in this shit
Man I'm finna take over, I'm a camoflauge straight soldier
Be lookin out over your shoulder, cause the Bone's break is over nigga
[Chorus]
[D.J. Dre Ghost:]
Now tell me what the fuck is a-going's on
We gets wild nigga, we gets crazy man
Now with all that, y'all doin
Ya can't fuck with us
Mo Thug niggaz too tough and, we'll hurt ya
So bitch back on up
Cause this business gets rough and, you knew that
Your wig will get cracked, mm-hmm L.D.T. on this track
[Layzie Bone:]
Y'all better be baggin up, ready for robbery maskin up
Get it and hit it you askin us, money mo' money my passion what
Nigga I'm all about timin, while the rest of the world is dyin
A killer for realer gorilla man, I'm a tell you this movie is no lyin man
I'm gon' get ya, but you gon' perish
It's that money that you cherish, or that baby in the carriage
Take a hit, rock and roll with L.D.T., T-H-U-G
This ain't the lifestyle for you but it's the one for me
[Intro: Layzie]
Yeah, yeah, L-Burna baby
Yeah, yeah, Sawed-Off Slim
Thug World Order up in this motherfucker
It's a Thug nation, oh what a nation
No, you can't stop me
Layzie and Krayzie, forever paper chasin
Real, T-H-U-G's
[Layzie Bone:]
Y'all been waitin, for true riders well here it is up under your nose
Thought it was over the book was closed
Like it will stop us from gettin this dough
I'm a pro and I mean business, and I'm in this shit to win this
Started this, and I gots to finish nigga pimp, I'm a straight up menace
I'm about my cheddar levels deep, fuck a beef cause in the streets
Niggaz creep, with that heat they play for keeps, tryin to eat
They got my bigger brother in the slammer locked
And I gots to keep my hammer cocked
This Thug order don't stop, we rush and invade yo' block
[Krayzie Bone:]
We ready to put in some work
If y'all ain't ready to twerk then what is your purpose?
Y'all talkin about it but I ain't see niggaz walkin about it yet
This ain't knowledge nigga this common sense, go to jail or hop the fence
I'm lookin for niggaz that wanna get down
With the nation and pop a cop and shit
We demonstate - but we don't sing, march or rally
Nigga we in yo' face, with a fo'-fo' magnum pressed against your waist
Try me, and I'll knock you off of balance, watch 'em stagger
Hit 'em with shit that'll make 'em back up and think before they act up
[Chorus: Layzie (Krayzie)]
Bye-bye niggaz, die die niggaz
What would make you think you wanna fuck with these niggaz?
We's chiefs playa, anybody killa
But this nation of the thug niggaz out to get the thug figures
It's a Thug nation, oh what a nation
No, you can't stop me
Layzie and Krayzie forever paper chasin
Real, T-H-U-G's (T-H-U-G)
[Krayzie Bone:]
So just start a line, and pick up your weapons and I really hope
You got the hearts to ride, cause niggaz these are the times
Enemies ain't that hard to find, some of them been around all your life
Nigga that misses that guard the prize, even if we gotta the riot – we pushin
Nigga are y'all for that? Or will you stall when we fall under attack?
The combat is real; bomb back or be killed
Pistols are cocked and loaded ready to let it ring out
When we spit flames we gon' aim about yo' head and blow yo' brains out
[Layzie Bone:]
We only roll with them organized niggaz, them money-makin them wise niggaz
My niggaz "Creep on Ah Come Up", we on the rise niggaz
"Hail Mary", and I come from the soul like 'Pac
These nuts I got, got me what the fuck I got
Now must I, cock my glock, make these cock-a-roaches scatter
Take yo' life it really don't matter, what's the matter automatic
Man you thinkin this is real, that frontin I can't feel
If you ain't know then this the deal, cross the gunline get killed
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Nigga we got guns with tons of bank to split
We do when we runnin this gangsta shit
What we eat we got the wheat indeed, quick to flip and stank a snitch
We down for you some prankster shit, face elimination
Ain't no holes in no organization, no time ain't finna be wastin
I'm puttin the smash on it, I'm out here to get it you do the math on it
We live it we breathe it, the world gon' see that nigga we goin half on it
I'm on the line, the front of the line, makin you niggaz remember
Who is the general in command when you pussy niggaz surrendered
[Krayzie Bone:]
Hit 'em with one, hit 'em with two, hit 'em with three-fo'-five-six times
When they collapse stand over the nigga and pap, you better make sure he die
We comin to battle with brains fried, so we came quiet I cock this
So when we get ready to aim five, no mercy is fat when we bomb 'em
You talk about drama, with 50 million niggaz suited and ready for killin
It's gon' be the illest, right to the finish
We in it to win it, that's from the beginnin
Envision the niggaz, somebody better tell the law that we here knockin
First cop that open the do' we gon' shock him, pop him and drop him
[Intro:]
L-Burna (we just came back to let you know)
Reppin that Mo Thug, Bone Thug... (we just came back to let you know)
Just lettin niggaz know who the fuck they fuckin with
That's right (we just came back to let you know)
Bone Boys is back
[Chorus x2: Layzie Bone]
They don't know who they fuckin with
They don't know who they up against
They don't know (we gon' creep) they don't know (we got heat)
They don't know (we come deep) they don't know
[Layzie Bone:]
Look at me paid in full, lil' homies call me Money Makin Mister
Cause I'm ballin takin trips, they know the hustlin don't quit
Fuck a job, fuck a bitch; I only maneuver in the fast lane
Niggaz they got they hands out, ever since the cash came
But mayne I ain't on that, they already know me
They'll never get to owe me and I think everybody the police
Paraniod and cautious, my thug method is flawless
My reputation the rawest, surrounded by Cleveland bosses
Shit, everybody talkin so I stay seldom seen
Never stoppin and parkin, I swear the lights stay green
Green, know what I mean? Cause other busta niggaz dream
Of hustlin and tryin to be me, livin they life like kings
But this ain't fiction, this reality dawg
It take fo'-five niggaz just to handle me dawg
If I ever get a whiff you comin after me dawg
They all fall from the sawed-off, and that'll be all
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
I come down with the glock cocked, bustin out the drop-top
Clearin niggaz spots out, call me Mr. Pop Pop
These pussy niggaz is not hot, I'm the one that run the block
Tryin to claim it after I got it, I'm locked, nigga I think not
Still got the chop-chops, A.K.A. them double ups
Niggaz sellin ready rocks, nigga get your money up
Thinkin somethin funny bruh? Layzie get the last laugh
Wanna see some funny stuff? Nigga better do his math
Mr. Snatch-n-Grab, all about the taking
Billionaire in the making, yeah I'm bringin home the bacon
And the bread, and the cheese, and the eggs
Anything I need, better believe I'm a get
And the keys to the 'Vette, plus the H2 Hummer
I hustle through the fall, winter, spring and the summer
I don't need no runner, I'm the number one gunner
I'm the one that pull the trigger when you niggaz wanna run up
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
I hope by now you got it, I'm only in it for the profits
If you tryin to check my pockets I'm a pull it out and cock it
Fuck it pop it, let it loose, I was bred to raise the roof
Sucka-free and bullet-proof, with my trusty double-duece
The man right here, we ain't playin round here
Shit get critical down here, real physical all year
See them lil' weak niggaz, get devoured like steak
Niggaz hungry, they ain't ate, want the whole damn plate
Game all up in yo' face, it ain't safe, you get killed
On the wrong side of the tracks, niggaz is askin to get spilled
I'm built like a tank, get it? I'm hard to hit
And I'm a get my hustle on, regardless bitch
I let the drama unfold, I ain't startin shit
But when the shit get to crackin I split all the wigs
I'm just a baller, dig? Came to rearrange the game
Niggaz respectin the name, they know I'm doin my thang
I'm L-Burna
[Layzie Bone:]
Hi Power E-N-T, Mo Thug baby
[Chorus: x2]
(Uh) Lock-n-load cause we comin fo' sho'
And don't fuck with these Hi Power'd Soldiers!
Glocks, AK's with extra clips to go
You can't fuck with these Hi Power'd Soldiers!
[Layzie Bone:]
This for the soldiers in Iraq and all of the soldiers in Kuwait
All of the soldiers in the hood, in every city and every state
Hold it down, hold your weight, with your Hi Power'd artillery
Like a fine tuned killin machine, on they neck like a guillotine
Brain power, that's what get you through the war
See that's what get you through the door, when you tryin not to be poor
Even more stay on your physical, it's a nation undivisible
They say we ain't divided, but I think they lost the principle
It's critical, take knowledge around you man, this shit is digital
Really though, stay on your focus, or just be miserable
Sufferin in the battlefield, lack of ammunition
Better be real with yo' henchmen, or you might just come up missin
Listen here, I know the art to this, I be on some heartless shit
This knowledge here is hard to get, c'mon soldier march to this
Just like Sun Tsu, many tactics, you ain't feelin me
Think you see me now nigga, catch me on the killin spree
[Chorus]
[Mr. Capone-E:]
Can't fuck with the soldiers, connected in the West
It's about time to bring back that "Thuggish Ruggish" shit
From Cleveland, Ohio, to the streets of L.A.
We're bringin back that gangsta shit since early K-Day
Rest in peace Eazy-E, now we got new G's
Record companies scared, cause we strictly from the streets
Blood money, and the march continues
We won the West coast, don't get it twisted motherfuckers!
Yeah, and the massacre's started
Fuck the weak hearted, we're notorious when we're marchin
Killin is necessary so make, way
Our brigade have grenades, rifles and AK's
Layzie Bone realized the movement started in the West
A ruthless organization, that's ready for any test
Against West, that's us
So watch your back cause we're comin, we don't give a fuck
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
The soldiers marchin on prepared for war, for war
Soldiers marchin on prepared for war, for war
How many times I gotta tell these knuckleheads that life is serious
Here today and gone tomorrow, but niggaz wanna be curious
Like little kids, get in some shit they ass can't get out
Had to sit 'em in the corner, put that ass on time-out
Gon' find out the hard way about the ways of the world
Little boys and little girls, bein raised in this world
Do it like Capone-E homie, have some goals you workin for
Be the best that you can be cause young Capone-E did it yo
Do it like you bonafied, invitation, wanna ride?
Keep it real, don't do it wrong, scary ones don't come outside
Bravery, never fear, courage dawg, that's what it is
[L-Burna]
Livin' legends in your presence, learn the lessons we stressin'
It's all platinum, we make it happen
Livin' legends in your presence, learn the lessons we stressin'
It's all platinum, we make it happen
Look here, playa I make this money
Nah, this money ain't make me
And you better believe that you outta your mind
Thinkin' you gon' try to play me
Lately Layzie been grindin'
Member that thug about perfect timin'
Dropin' that heat that you keep rewindin'
Comin' outta the cut, look who's shinin'
L Burna, L Dog, lil' Lightnin's a go-getter
Still claimin' St. Clair wig splitters
Ain't wastin' no time with them bullshitters
I'm a heavy hitter, and the game don't wait
So I gotta get down for my thang
Let the whole world know who run this thang
Bone Thugs, and it just don't change
I'm the crook that wrote the book
Showed y'all niggas how to really get it off the hook
Better do your thang, and I'ma do my thang
Better open your eyes and just look
You'll see me ballin' on you bitches
Livin' life flawless with the riches
Mo Thugs'll kick the real shit
Can I get a witness, can I get a witness, can I get a witness?
Nigga, Little Lay'll get a broad
to make all of these ballers in the club wanna shake it
Back it on up to the zipper and break it
Til the thugs on the floor can't take this
Show me love, pump your fists
And when it get like this it's crackin'
For all the G's in the house, better chief tonight
Y'all already know what's happenin'
[Chorus: x4]
There they go, there they go
Wanna let then nigggas know
They don't wanna fuck with me
[Aaron Hall]
While I'm locked up on the Island with no gat
And all I had was my hands to make it happen
In the back room, watchin' a bout while I'm workin' out
Lord, I wanna be back on top and that's without a doubt
Beiginning, who started this fly shit
All y'all niggas tryin' to copy, just get off my dick
Run around with my own shit
With my name tatooed on the
And I thought that's so elaborate
[Chorus x4]
There they go, there they go
Wanna let then nigggas know
They don't wanna fuck with me
[L-Burna]
Thugs up, bustas down lay it down
Better hit the ground, it's a stick up on the industry
And y'all better not make a sound
All the exects gimme my check
No disrespect, but I leave you wet
Better yet, nigga snatch your life and I won't think twice
And I go on to do what's next
If I have to flex
Well anyway, little Lay really been got plenty pay
I got a AK to keep thieves away
Gotta thank the Lord that I can breathe today
Cause in a major way I done done it
This is my mission, believe that I run it
When I wanna get blunted, don't front it
Take a little hit
Nigga, that's the bomb shit
To the real OGs that'll pimp that game
Eazy-E in loving memory wherever you at, hope you feelin' me
I played the hand that was dealt to me
Nigga, shell out the heat so I'ma cut up the flames
Put it on down, burn up the gauge
Y'all know these rap folks murder a thang
I never heard of you lames
Eat deeez nuts!
Be real with the homies when I'm out on the streets
I keep it real with the homies smashin' beats
Po po's wanna be after me
But they can't capture me, I'm too real for 'em
Nowcan ya feel it, feel it?
Nigga, is you wit' it, wit' it?
Now, can you dig it, dig it?
L Burna and Aaron Hall
[Chorus x4]
There they go, there they go
Wanna let then nigggas know
They don't wanna fuck with me
[Aaron Hall]
Pimps should know you never play a nigga for a ho
Featuring: Flesh-N-Bone, Stew Deez, Thin C
Better stay below the radar when you tryin' to come up up up (3x)
Layzie Bone
Nigga nigga please yeah my president black
If I'm a nigga he a nigga and we both on attack
[scratched:] "To the beat y'all"
[Intro: sample from "Willy Wonka and the Choclate Factory"]
Oompa Loompa, dupity-doo
I've got the perfect puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa, dupity-dee
If you are wise you will listen to me [echoes]
[during Intro: Layzie Bone]
Bone, Bone, Bone (L-Burna, Strate Jacket, LeathaFace, Big Flesh-N-Bone)
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (Boo-Boo baby)
That's right, Bone boys is back (yeah)
2006, watch out nigga
[Chorus x2: Layzie Bone]
I'm so good - y'all can't duplicate me {"Oompa Loompa, dupity-doo"}
I'm top secret, they wanna know my recipe {"I've got the perfect puzzle for you"}
They love it - all over the world they see {"Oompa Loompa, dupity-dee"}
All in the streets bumpin Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
{"If you are wise you will listen to me"}
[Layzie Bone:]
We got 'em tuned in like CNN, the most watched, the most trusted
Guaranteed platinum hits, motherfuckers love it
How we destined to be addictive, I'm so sick with it like cancer
The greatest rappers alive, niggaz ain't got no answers
Or solutions for this movement dawg, we run right through 'em
Don't mean to brag, but niggaz mad cause we don't come close to 'em
Got them 24's spinnin, off the sweat of my saliva
So much spit from the tongue, ain't nobody liver
I got that fire, real thug life supplier
I'm takin flight baby, I can get you higher
I figured I warned you when I drop this year
"But it's another rapper's turn! " Nigga not this year, hey!
But we ain't trippin, we got love for the real
If you hatin on me dawg, I'm a go for your grill
Don't try to battle cause we bustin them guns
I mean I'm second to none, that means I'm Number One
We got juice
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
In '93 we had these Cleveland niggaz holdin they breath
Cause we was some young wild niggaz droppin "Faces of Death"
Let me get to tracin my steps, now who woulda thought that we would blow?
Took a trip to California back in 1994
Before long, dropped the "Thuggish Ruggish Bone"
Nigga Eazy-motherfuckin-E was puttin me on
And they love it, love it, +Foe Tha Love of the Money+
Niggaz was out here in they hustle mode, livin the thugsta story
In '96 other rappers couldn't stand me
Because my family was bringin home the Grammy
Thugged-out niggaz from the St. Clair area
Still up in yo' hood, niggaz never been scared of ya
Beware of the, way them Bone Thug niggaz tear it up
Darin ya to ever try to step or try to compare to us
Never that, Lil' Layzie way too clever, Jack
I'm goin diamond, y'all wood like a lumberjack
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Tell the DJ play the music, put the needle on the record
Been a while since I checked in, niggaz still respectin
My mind recollectin, let me do some bill collectin
Put it down so it ain't no question, me and my dawgs is blessed man
Testin testin, one-two one-two
I'm a give you what you want, nigga what you gon' do?
I'm on cue, stay ready, I ain't got to get ready
Lyrics heated heavy, all the time deadly
Bet me, if you got the balls of steel
I look a nigga up and down like, "Is you for real? "
Better chill with the tough act, I know where the thugs at
Real niggaz bust back, tell me how you love that
[Chorus]
[Outro: sample]
Oompa Loompa, dupity-doo
I've got the perfect puzzle for you
Oompa Loompa, dupity-dee
[Intro:]
M-O, T-H-U-G (Mo Thug!)
M-O, T-H-U-G... M-O, T-H-U-G (Mo Thug!)
M-O, T-H-U-G... M-O, T-H-U-G (Mo Thug!)
[Chorus:]
It started with the "Family Scriptures" (M-O, T-H-U-G)
Then we came back with the "Family Reunion" (M-O, T-H-U-G; Mo Thug!)
We takin off on "The Mothership" (M-O, T-H-U-G)
That's over with, now it's called "The Movement" (M-O, T-H-U-G; Mo Thug!)
[Felecia:]
M-O T-H-U-G
You know that's who we beeeee (Mo Thug!)
With so much variety - keepin it crunk
Keepin it crunk so you know you can't run (Mo Thug!)
This is what it is full of what you been warned
So pump up the volume and let it consume you (Mo Thug!)
So pump up the volume and let it consume youuuuu... (Mo Thug!)
[Ken Dawg:]
You know the stamp, shit you know the camp
Fist comin, out the pyramid, it's started from the 'Land
Introduced to the world, in the year 9-6
Playa, ain't no reason I'm startin my hoes off the rip
It's a new twist, people lasso'd, it's a new list
In the bit 2002, we on some new shit
Ken Dawg steal this, hustle mode, blowin 'dro
It's tatted all on my shoulders, playboy I'm rollin with Mo; right?
[Skant Bone:]
Here we go again, it's 2002 you know I'm rollin with my fam
M-O T-H-U-G's comin with these hits, damn
It's been like two damn years since we last dropped
Now we back in your face with a single that's hot
We come to give the streets what it's missin see
And that's hits, Mo hits from my Family
So pump your fist and groove to this, or get up and bob yo' head
Who say Mo Thug Records dead? (Mo Thug!)
[Chorus x2]
[PD + Lil' D:]
That's us, that's it, you guessed it, that Mo Thug clique
We flock shots, pack gats, let's make them clubs rock hits
The club rock hits, the mo' cheddar the mo' better it gets
We climb charts like "Damn, do that even exist? "
And don't miss it, the mission, just listen, the music
This new shit to groove with is now called The Movement
You can choose it or lose it, cause units we movin
Precision is the way to get it, yup that's how we do this
What you do is put yo' hands up, in fact stand up
Cause this new weapon thrown is for the damn club
Niggaz in line wanna push and shove
They came to see the thugs rip it up and show 'em love
Now give it up, what?
That's right we back man, now capture the track, dance
Don't get stuck and glance just wave yo' hands
From side to side like that man, we comin back with a vengeance
So pretenders no need for askin, what? (Mo Thug!)
[Chorus x2]
[DJ Skail:]
Nigga this the movement
Ain't nothin to it but to do it out here, prove it
I'll crack your skull and leave you layin with a contusion
Cause I'm just coolin with my family makin music, that's how we movin
Uhh, lyrics keep on flippin just like a freestyle
And we gon' keep on rippin, and shit gon' be wild
Mo Thugs all up in your club
Bumpin your system and them ballers bendin corners on dubs, what?
[Stew Deez:]
It's the M-O (O) T-H-U-G
Y'all niggaz know (know) your nigga Stew Deez
Original member from the group E.M.T.
In the club poppin bottles with everybody
Not Part Three but Fo', and we back at you hoes
You niggaz that don't know, we're back and we're strong
It's like whoa when we pull up a truck, 3 Benz and a Lex'
In full effect, highly infected of that information cause uhh
[Thin C.:]
Now what was you thinkin Mo wasn't gonna represent Cleveland?
Haters belly achin and bleedin, preach shit is misleadin
Thugs made it up from creepin, got chicas leavin they home
Thinkin Thin gon' get 'em gone to they thong, Mo to the Bone
When you slide on the pole, shorty shake it for me
You can come out your clothes for your nigga Thin C.
When you ready to roll baby you're goin with me
When you're checkin for Mo, keep it T-H-U-G! (Mo Thug!)
[Chorus x2]
[Intro:]
Ooh that is funky, that's funky
Like nine cans of baby powder, that's funky
C'mon with it again
[Layzie Bone:]
We run in yo' crib and we go in yo' pockets dawg
Y'all niggaz ain't ready for war
We been doin this shit since 'Pac and Eazy
Y'all better just open the door
Cause anything else'll get you had it dawg
Might as well turn them cameras off
When Nationalville was lookin at y'all
I make it to where you can never floss
You niggaz is soft and lame to me
Comin to change this industry
Back to the way it used to be
When niggaz was really out runnin the streets
You niggaz is crackheads just drunk and high
Can I just be down for the buck and ride
I said what I mean, that's where I'm a side
With it thug shit, will never die
I'm a thug, he a thug
Better show some love for the Thug Brothers
In the hood or in the club we the realest motherfuckers
You can meet meet meet, hit up Noble on the mobile
Forever we soldiers takin shit over
With a heater from your shoulder
Nigga we blowed up plus we older now
Seven figuers we hold it down
For my bigger brother on lockdown
Which one of you haters wanna clown?
Round for round, pound for pound
We puttin it down regardless mayne
L-Burna just came to spark the flame
Wonder how long we the hardest mayne
[Interlude: Stew Deez]
Now this is once said by my Thuggsta O.G.
He said Stew Deez I love the haters cause they hatin on me
That's when I learnt the game I got the fame, I brush these haters off me
Man I move so smooth cause I'm that dude, I'm a one man wreckin crew
[Chorus: Layzie Bone]
There's way too much drama, and not enough love
There's way too many haters, and not enough thugs
There's way too much drama, and not enough love
There's way too many haters, and not enough thugs
[Young Noble:]
Pay attention lil' nigga, you should hear this man
From a block entrepreneur, the businessman
We Thug Brothers, real niggaz gotta feel this man
Outlawz, Lil' Layzie Bone killin it, damn
Young Noble I'm calm and casual, but don't be fooled
By my attitude, I ain't got nuttin to prove
I done been there and done that, went there to run that
Walk around lookin for anybody to gun at
A high school dropout but always passed
My street smarts had a nigga way ahead of his class
I'm ahead of my time, heavily with dead-ily rhyme
I steadily grind, bag it up, slangin them dimes
And I ain't never been a jail nigga, you could tell nigga
I'm on the streets stackin bread for my bail nigga
I live my life with the Thug nigga until the day I die
Live my life as an Outlaw, believe I'm gettin high
[Interlude]
[Chorus]
[E.D.I. Amin:]
Now you could get yo' walk on to this one here (yeah)
Throw that shit up, like you just don't care
It's the 'Lawz and Layzie and we, all hood
Comin with them thangs, we wish y'all would
All we ever had, was pieces of a dream
Tryin to, keep it straight, like creases on the jeans
Livin in the gangsta lean
Tryin to get enough cream to feed my whole muh'fuckin team
Now - as I sit back sippin this 'gnac
Tryin to figure out some mo' ways to get me the stacks
You ain't gotta lie nigga, just give me the facts hoe
Cause one way or another I'm a get what I ask fo'
Game recognize game and I got plenty
Switch the game on you lames when I show you the semi
Anytime, anywhere nigga I stay ready
Keep heaters on me heavy like a old school Chevy
Let's go
[Interlude]
[Intro: Layzie]
It's ya boy L-Burna, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony baby
You know what it is
Duece-double-oh-six baby, the struggle don't stop
Ten toes to the ground, where my soldiers at?
[Chorus: Layzie Bone]
Every day I wake I pray, prayin I can find my way
Every day get harder man, but I promise not to lose my faith
Every day the sun gon' shine, let the Heavens beam on me
Peoples need a helpin hand, c'mon you can lean on me
[Layzie Bone:]
It keep gettin harder and harder, beggin and borrowin
Thanks to the generals, lieutenants and sargeants
Givin us guidance, keepin us marchin, government tryin to make us targets
Regardless, we strong like them folks down in New Orleans man
Meaner than Katrina, and our dreams'll never fold up man
Better hold up man, 400 years of oppression couldn't break us
But it made us, leaders of the new school, so damn courageous
Flippin them pages rockin them stages, if it wasn't for the music and sports
Could we afford what we afford? Can we pay our way out of court?
Peace to Flesh Bone, my brother gone, better believe that he comin home
He did the crime, yeah he doin his time, but he comin back strong
On you bitches, damn the riches, I'd rather be blessed and gifted
Than to be walkin around lost, with a hellbound sentence
Can I get a witness, can I get a witness? It's a set-up down here
Deep in the ghetto, off in the ghetto, they don't let up down here
But I'm a keep fightin man 'til we get this shit how it 'posed to be
I should be your president, yeah, y'all should vote for me
[Chorus x2]
[Thin C:]
We livin off in these streets, under the thumb of the beast
If you tryin to ease the squeeze, you gotta pray
We livin off in these streets, under the thumb of the beast
If you tryin to ease the squeeze, you gotta pray, pray, pray
[Layzie Bone:]
Got a message to Bill Gates, NASA, Oprah; ask us
Do we need help? Take off the mask
Just show us love, hold us, grab us
What y'all waitin on, more distasters?
C'mon, baby we willin to work, help us create these jobs
When we do get paid the ends don't meet, nigga feel like he just been robbed
We've got kids to feed, bills to pay, spendin it on a necklace
Niggaz is wreckless, too young and restless, just flat out selfish
Just can't help it, America the great bred us like that
Niggaz is starvin, stomachs is touchin, y'all ain't fed us like that
We be's, so incomplete, why do they treat us this way?
We run the streets, we totin heat, y'all can't keep us this way
Cause we don't educate our damn self, penetrate your whole system
Take control of our destiny, eliminate y'all victims
Can I get a witness, can I get a witness? It's a set-up down here
Off in the ghetto, deep in the ghetto, they don't let up down here
But I'm a keep fightin man 'til I get this shit how it 'posed to be
I should be y'all president, yeah, y'all should vote for me
[Chorus x2]
[Thin C:] Every day
[scratched:] "Fingazz on the track"
[Layzie:] Yeah, it don't stop 'til the, casket drop
[Chorus x2]
They got me feelin' like I'm trapped up against the wall
And I'm feelin' to start blastin', blastin'
They got me feelin' like i'm searchin'
and huntin', huntin', lookin' for satisfaction
[L-Burna]
I'm comin' out swangin
Nuts hangin' still claimin' my devil eye status
Niggas is wishin' they never had us
Mad at us, but I flex my tactics
What's gon' happen is, nigga gon' mind they biz
And better leave mine alone
You askin' me what's been wrong
Nigga, it's you better go find your zone
For each it's on I'ma keep it strong
Nigga, I'm never gon' buckle every man for they hustle
Nigga, don't make me show you my muscle, and throw these knuckles
It's a must that I bust any mic or gun that you handed me
And I plan to be that rich little nigga
that's reppin' that Mo Thug family
Can you stand heat?
If you can't, get your ass outta the kitchen
I'ma blast up out my mission, nigga can't stand all of this trippin'
Time is tickin', it ain't waitin' on none of us (not me)
My niggas complainin' i'm doin' my thang
And i'm on a bus i'm still movin'
With all of these odds against me
And the evil tempt me
I'ma tell you like this so simply
I'ma buck my nina 'til it's empty
Peep the game, fuck the fame
Ain't nothin' changed but the weather
Whatever you wanna do we can do
Nobody can do it better, fool
[Chorus x2]
They got me feelin' like I'm trapped up against the wall
And I'm feelin' to start blastin', blastin'
They got me feelin' like i'm searchin'
and huntin', huntin', lookin' for satisfaction
[L-Burna]
Now nigga, what's wrong
Nigga, with the way I do it?
I hurt some nigga that said I was stupid
Cause he'll buck with Ruthless
I love Eazy
I'm still in the streets, but I been off the block this bitch
I slang music Doin' my platinum
With my platinum status for years
Cause bitch, i'm used to it on some sassy shit
So, none of y'all fake niggas better not ask me shit
Tryin' to comment on my flashy shit
Hate 'cause i'm on some classy shit
I'm still down to earth whatever it's worth
I keeps it realer, than any mothafucka you know
I'm ready to roll 'til I meet my killer
If you feel a nigga buck yo' gun
And if you see this thug in the hood
Nigga, fuck with one
I'm L-Burna, representin' only real niggas
Real bitches, with real figgas
Hustlas slash go-getters
Your thuggish ruggish Bone nigga, go on nigga
Put it down on the darkside, where we dwell
Where the thieves, convicts and the gangtas sell whatever to get they mail
And can't you tell, we fightin' and livin' in this hell
Up against the beats, runnin' and duckin' the police
And I just can't get no peace
[Chorus x2]
They got me feelin' like I'm trapped up against the wall
And I'm feelin' to start blastin', blastin'
They got me feelin' like i'm searchin'
and huntin', huntin', lookin' for satisfaction
[L-Burna]
Nigga, I gets down how I live
Ain't about no pullin' no punches
Nigga, we mob rollin' the grungest
Even on the solo nigga can't touch us, playa
Lets face the facts we live in a man's world
Real niggas that's hustlin' makin' that money
And ready to die before my plans spoil, but stayin' loyal
Undefeated in the game called life
Niggas that's out here keepin' that paper tight
Ain't worried about seein' the day they die
Lil' Lay won't lie
I'ma tell the truth, even though the truth can hurt ya
If it don't concern ya better mind your business
It can end in murder
In the crossfire, another nigga gone
He at the crossroads, his time expired
Ain't nobody knows why he ran with lost souls
It was bad news
I guess that nigga was walkin' in bad shoes
If cash rules everything around you
Nigga, you's a fool
I'ma stay in the Lord's light
And outta you busta niggas way
Got sick, got gauges in the cage
Ready to spray this ain't no tour fight
In the last days
Where time has elapsed and the world is collapsin'
I'ma continue to smash and steadily blastin' for my satisfaction
[Chorus x2]
They got me feelin' like I'm trapped up against the wall
And I'm feelin' to start blastin', blastin'
They got me feelin' like I'm searchin'
[Intro: Layzie]
Soldiers
All I wanted to be, was a soldier, soldier
All I wanted to be, was a soldier, soldier
All I wanted to be, was a soldier
[Chorus x2: Layzie Bone]
Twenty-fo's on slabs, use your muscle, do the math
Since the game is up for grabs, we ain't even 'bout to ask
Fuck a cop, and his badge, man that only make me laugh
Givin you shit you never had, cookin dope up in the lab
[Layzie Bone:]
If you mad nigga, well, you ain't gon' do nothin punk
Cause I got semi-automatics comin up out of the trunk
Now what'chu want, you can get it, yo' baby mama let me hit it
Now she always tryin to kick it, you feelin smaller than a midget
I'm Hi Power, droppin this music by the hour
You can turn it up louder so I can scream on the cowards
I don't hang with the fakes, never hung with the phonies
Down with homies like Criminal and Mr. Capone-E
To the phonies all on me, like I'm still sixteen
I got sixteen in the clip, it's a grown man thang
See I'm a soldier boy, thought I told ya boy?
I'm the real McCoy, now watch me seek and destroy, oh boy
Any nigga that's thinkin they better
Pushin Mo Thug to the letter, on a whole 'nother level
While I'm runnin with these rebels, on this Crime Lab track
From the Midwest to the West; Cleveland, Cali and back
[Chorus]
[Mr. Criminal:]
Cookin dope up in the Crime Lab, that's what the fuck I do on the daily
Back with the homie from Bone, "New Revolution, " that's the homie Layzie
Straight from the H.P.G., still we be the most, wanted and hated
Livin the life is so dangerous, walkin with gauges, ready to bang this
And I'm sayin this, because I always say what the fuck I wanna say
Live how the fuck I wanna live, play how the fuck I wanna play
Like Chamillionaire, yeah, I'm "Ridin' Dirty"
'Bout to meet with the homie to pick up what I got in the trunk, it's 7:30
And I'm up early, chasin that cheese while fools be stuck in them dreams
Smokin the motherfuckin bomb, mind all stuck off in the good leaves
Me and my thieves, we ready to ride at any given time
Hi Power Soldiers and Bone Thugs, yeah we on the grind
It's 2006, and still we back in this bitch
It's Mr. Criminal bringin it showin the whole, world what I represent
But stress [? ], reppin that loco [? ]
Got, pride on the rise, these haters can feel these hollows - ha ha
[Chorus]
[Mr. Silent:]
Always see me with my Hi Power Soldiers ridin for the cause
See me rippin and trippin, I'm dippin
I'm comin with riders, true cowards they fall
It's Mr. Silent comin off violent, startin a riot
You can see me in the sky, flyin a plane like a pilot
A survivor, tick-tock, provider, with the Westside
Steppin in my gang, spittin releasin knowledge full of fire (fire)
On the streets with the hustle
Comin with Layzie Bone and best believe we bringin that muscle
Bone Thugs, and Hi Power once again
Hope you tellin ya friends you can't contend
You motherfuckers ain't gon' win
Yeah, the unstoppable gang
We makin the motherfuckin world scream the Hi Power chant
Straight creepin, comin out of my dimension
Comin with sick intentions, I'm gonna get my redemption
Can't see us on this block, ain't never gonna stop
Bone Thugs, Hi Power straight risin to the top
[Layzie talking while Jeremy sings]
Sup Jeremy
We got to do our thing
Know what I mean
They really don't belive daddy be out here chilling down like this
Why don't you tell em man
Tell them what you would do
When you come to your daddy (Just tell em)
We got that AK 47 nigga, we ballin [x4]
We ballin
We got the cheese nigga [x3]
We ballin
[Chorus:]
Everythang sister's in the street's [x4]
When there's aways drama that we need
Can we please be steel
[Jeremy]
Hey bone in the house ya'll buckin on these niggas
With the 44 nigga better hit the door
I got the AK 9 nigga what you wanna do
Wanna ride wanna die?
Let's get high
Nigga we kicking your door down
Blasting you with shot guns
What you wanna do
Nigga, we kicking your door down
Nigga, what you wanna do
We got that AK 47
Nigga you better heat the heaven
We gonna get tore up
Blast down nigga
What you wanna do
Nigga I got that AK 47
I got technine's and all that
Nigga what you wanna do and
Mo Thug's we don't play around with you.
[Chorus:]
[Jeremy]
I don't care where we at
We at the bar, we at the car
Nigga I don't car where we at
Nigga I can care when and where
What you wanna do
I'll pull you out your car
Nigga and knock you up too
[Layzie Bone]
What you wanna go
Niggas don't wanna do a dame thang
When come to me and you
Lil' Jay bone thug.
[Jeremy & Layzie]
Me and my daddy we in the backyard [x2]
Niggas looking at us trying too be hard
[Layzie Bone]
Lil' Jay we creeping out the come up
You take the right and I'm take the left
Meet these niggas up on the front porch
And put these fake ass niggas on rest
And they wanna test
Then they gotta get done
Know they can't fuck with the fuck on son team
Everything be green
Niggas on bling bling
[Jeremy]
What you wanna do
Go to gun fight's
Nigga what you wanna do
We can do anything you wanna do
But I still win you lose
We draw nigga
What you wanna do
I got that AK 47
Clouched and all that.
[Layzie Bone]
We got that cocked AK 47
Nine millermeter and heaven's
Niggas sprayed your heaven's
[Chorus: Layzie Bone]
We got AK 47 nigga we ballin [x4]
We ballin
We got cheese nigga [x3]
[Intro: Bizzy]
(Yeah) Just, just, just, just, just, just
Just ridin, ridin (ridin in the city streets nigga)
Just, just, just (Hi Power nigga) I'm just ridin, ridin
Ridin the city streets in a black Benz, Lexus
I'm just ridin, ridin - I'm feelin you, you feelin me
Ain't nobody judge me (just, just, just)
[Chorus x2: Bizzy Bone]
I'm just ridin, ridin, ridin the city streets
In a black Benz, Lexus or hoopty feelin the beat
Tuckin the piece, I'm just slidin slidin
Feelin my heat, I'm feelin you, you feelin me
[Bizzy Bone:]
We're nothin but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin but crumbs
We're nothin but crumbs, crumbs, we're nothin but crumbs
See it's the thug, thuggish ruggish, give me some bud
I'm out on the way to go get me some love
Stuck in the part where I put up the cup, don't
What about the slopes, tryin to get dangerous
We're nothin but crumbs, they gave me the tomb
And heavenly Father all over your son
The people are part of ya, never be found
But what was it for, tellin my people
To point to the guns and put up the funds
Finally see who really be ridin, look at the war and here we come
I'm the beginning and the ending, what are we spending, watch your paper
Gospel gangstas walkin in churches
Don't search us, they tyrin to escape the
Monotony and the monopoly, gotta get ready to put us in jail
Rot there, get in the car, "Days of our Lives" oh well
I'm from the best, the sick of the best
The sicker the test, won't settle for less
So Bizzy the Kid, king of Midwest
Let me get this that we feelin depressed
How many times we gather our rest
So why do they cuss, my lips are cleft
Lord knows I'm not ugly – Heavenly Father you are the best
And how many times we gather our rest
So why do they cuss, my lips are cleft
The Lord knows I'm not ugly, Heavenly Father you are the best
One time
I'm feelin you, you feelin me
Ain't nobody judge me (just, I'm just)
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
I'm a rise to the fullest, make 'em do it, make 'em pull it
Fill your torsos up with bullets, nigga this the true shit
And it sits with a new kid; who goes there, I
We used to slam them do's, now we raise 'em up high
Lamborghini do's to the sky, my nigga
I be flossin on 'em dawg, I ain't shy my nigga
No wonder why nigga, I'm a hard workin horse
Keep my Grammy on a mantle, fuck puttin it in The Source
If rap was a bitch I'll want a divorce
And if rap was a study you would need you a course
I'm a rap 'til my voice gone, probably 'til I lose it
But y'all can't do it, duplicate my music
Listen 'til they cruisin, haters be refusin
They bitches wanna listen to it but they gotta be true with it
Get bucked, knuckle up, act a fool with it
It's rider season, there really ain't no rules to it
Nice and smooth pimp fluid, I'm the ace
Realest rapper since 'Pac, wanna take my place?
[Chorus]
[Bizzy:] Nobody's just...
[Mr. Criminal:]
I'm just ridin, ridin, ridin the city streets
Packin the strap in the back of my black khakis that's creased
Windows down, system on blast, feelin the breeze
Smokin and chokin that reefer dawg, I'm needin my trees (haha, ha)
Windows down, system on blast, feelin the breeze
Eyes on my rearview, watch my back for the police
The homies say watch my back for enemies
Touch your back, the Hennessy stay and scratch my remedy
Catch me dippin through the streets, givin a fuck, runnin them stoplights
Swerve it to the left, and I swing it to the right
I'm a hard switchin lane, scrapin bumpers and all
All eyes on me whenever I'm rotatin white walls
And as soon as night falls, I let them hundred spokes crawl
Straight dippin through the city with my riders and dogs
It's Mr. Criminal puttin it down with the homies from Bone Thugs
And these haters get flossed on, these bitches get no love
[Chorus]
[Bizzy:] Nobody's just...
[Hook x3]
[Big Chan]
I'm still the greatest
I'm pretty
I'm still the greatest
[Layzie Bone]
And i'ma bad man
[Big Chan]
Hot child in the city
walkin' round lookin' pretty
playas call m Sidity
fuck pitty
chitty chitty bang bang
it's a Westside thang
bitches get banged on
and stole on
in the city where the grass is green
and the palm trees lean
been ballin'
shot callin' since 83
I know the mothaphukin' industry
ain't ready for me
or these ghetto fab queens
already platlum in the streets
I even got them jail house niggas
sendin' they cheese to me
Big Chan in japan
bitch I'm over seas
I'm pimpin' this gat
watch me hidy flice these hoes
leave em short changed
take they fame and roll
wacth em all fall to tha flo'
it's a t-k-o
all you heard was Big Chan
don't hit me no mo'
shit this ain't a game
street niggas know the m-o
I kill em with words
serve em like them dealas
do them birds
ya heard me
can't a mothafuka serve me
I still hold the title
reposessed it from some of my
greatest idols
you punk ass bitches is hollow
I cave yo whole fuckin' chest in
my nigga young Lay
hold it down
it's goin' down
like Holyfield and Tyson
this is for them bitc ass hatas
I'm signin' off
I'm kickin' ass and takin' names
late late late
[Hook x4]
[Layzie Bone]
she pulled the curtain
fo' certain
we go'n leave these mothafuckas hurtin'
niggas never no bluffin'
no perv'in
Lil Lay the great
runnin' this earth
I'm ready to serve ya right
nigga done paid my dues
and took my loses
it's all about murder right
fuckin' with these Cleveland bosses
we flossin'
ya get paranoid
cuz me and my boys
makin' noise
shuttin' shit down
heard the buzz around town
these niggas wanna fuck with me now
well step in my arena
you ain't never seen a
lilttle nigga meaner then Lay
nigga back in the day
when a nigga had to play with the a-k
boys had em all blown away
nigga don't play
I be flippin' my lid
sippin' my gin
makin' mine
cuz in 99
I ain't wastin' no time
makin' that money
while I'm pushin' my line
design to prime nigga
nigga with the automatic status
daily on the trigga
hatin' on me
cuz I'm an original thug
jealous of a nigga
cuz I got these figures
money don't mean
A gotdamn thing
we can go toe to toe
blow for blow
slug for slug
a thug's a thug
kickin' this here
just to let you know
ain't a damn thang changed
doin' these everyday thangs
and it consist of
bank bud the brew and the bitches
and the bustas never could hang nigga
[Hook x4]
[Flesh~N~Bone]
Now he better lay down
Test me boy
I trust my dawgs
In the name of the Lord
T-H-U-G
Were not raised in hell
Just spray
With the G-A-G-E
Smack em with the buck shot
Guard your face
Next mornin'
I read on the front page news
And o-bit-uary
You stup[id mothafucka
Shoulda known not to step to Flesh
None the less
He is one less bitch
For me to worry about
For the people in time
I sex my wine
Hit em up two times
With a three peice nine
then dumps the body and
He's the one got the gun
With the most of niggas
Realease the beast
Nevertheless
They sleep in silence
It ain't over for you snitches
Can't handle the truth
It hurts punk
And the next shot
Off the floor
Inside his stomach
Bitch now put em in the mud
Slowly slowly
See it inside you
Open your mind
Deep in your mental
Flesh'll get your best
Shoulda made you realize
I stay thirsty by the flesh
It'll be test to try me
Little bit on the front
In the aftermath
When the long gone home
It ain't shit
Thought you knew me
Til I made it known
Nothin' to pick up the gage
Explotion blow
Contest not the Fith Dawg
Never they know
Check out my future
From the second league
They take out the streets
Where this thugsta dwell
All up in St. Clair
Hit em up S-C-T
Where them hang
Niggas trippin'
Sippin' the fifth of rose
Everybody buzzed
Steady remenissin'
On back and to think how they roll
Unloaded fo-fo's
Niiga makin' my money daily double
It's the reason they call me stack
That nigga to peel back
Your mothafuckin cap
[Layzie Bone:]
Yeah yeah
Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps
Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life
Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves
Yeah we tryin to get it right, prayin up under the city lights
Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps
Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life
Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves
Yeah we tryin to get it right, prayin up under the city lights
It really is safer during the day, when the kids is out to play
But when the street lights come on you better be takin that ass home
Doin our dirt up under the sun, where the moonlight is dimmer
January down 'til December through the spring, fall and winter
You learn to survive, in the ghetto, better take than get took
Sellin that yay up on the corner nigga better break then get booked
Look, po-po is on that ass, jackals is on that ass
It's the crafty makin the laws but it's the niggaz you got to blast
Cause they cutthroat, and sheisty!
One-eighty-seven the lesson the niggaz that's run they might be
The only way a nigga make it out of the ghetto and that's real
Combat on contact, nigga kill or be killed – sweat fo' God
Thug life is serious, my heart is near and dear to this
So many punks here understandin this, I wanna smoke the cannibus
Can't forget the hood, cause they represent the struggle right
Money, women, power, respect; that's just what soldiers like
[Chorus: Thin C.]
You can tell by the way that I get this dough
And I crack my toes I'm a hustler babe
Tell by the way that I talk my talk
And I walk my walk I'm thuggin baby
I, I, I, I'm, sayin alive – stayin alive
I, I, I, I'm, gettin mine – mean green
[Layzie Bone:]
Green light Caddy coupe, stackin like it's Mercedes Benz
Malibu's and heavy Chevy's, every day we stackin ends
Some niggaz take on the bridge while other niggaz they fumble with it
Make it out and start a business while other niggaz they crumble with it
Need work? Well come and get it, best believe I got mine
I represent for the O.G.'s and the hustlers that got time
City sets the attention from one jumper to the next jumper
Land breathe easy, we always ready to rumble
Ain't it a wonder, how I keep from goin under
And they tell us we should shoot for the stars (that's some bullshit)
But it ain't no wonder, when you feel the pain and thunder
Motherfuckers'll rather shoot up your car (motherfucker!)
See by the church it's a liquor sto', by the liquor sto' it's a crackhouse
All in the pot of gumbo, now you know what we rap 'bout
Ain't no vaccine for crack fiends, just pipe dreams ain't no rice
Do yo' thing it's yo' life, I'm a ball up under the city lights
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Some of these niggaz I grew up with is niggaz that I don't fuck with
I done came up and they ain't so niggaz be on some dumb shit
They hatin me and my hardwork, my territory is standard
I'm connected down in A-T-L, from Tennessee to Kansas
Hell yeah I planned this, I was tryin to get off the block
Slang rap or slang rocks, keep it movin or get popped
Non-stop, was my hustle mode, constantly grinding
Get it so much I'm on the nuts I guess I'm just, grimy
Find me, showin love, dippin with Mississippi thugs
Look at me I'm grippin my nuts, get it if you got the guts
Code to the streets say, fuck a "he say she say"
Do a nigga face to face from the suburbs to the PJ's
Never give no leeway, nigga better believe me
I always had to put in work, shit ain't never been easy
I guess I'm livin just to love for the city
And if you want me nigga come and get me, you feel me?
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Gangstas, thugsters, hustlers and pimps
Scramblin tryin to get it right, yeah we tryin to live our life
Gamblin, robberies, murderers and thieves
[Intro: Snoop (Layzie)]
Yeah, look what the wind done blew in (Snoop Dogg)
The Big Snoopy D-O double Gizzle (Ken Dawg)
Representin Dogghouse Records (Skano)
Eastside L-B-C, all the way out here in the Midwest (East 99)
With my nephew Layzie Bone, Mo Thugs (yeah, East 99)
And I brought a couple of my homeboys with me too (St. Clair)
So you know we about to get ugly up in this motherfucker (let's do this)
Y'know? Ha ha, yeah (yeah)
All you niggaz that be eavesdroppin, or ear hustlin
Smokin on information (yeah)
You know what time it is (sucker-ass niggaz)
We 'bout to serve to y'all (flat out) for the 2000 plus 2
Ooh-wee, yabba dabba doo (it's the movement baby, this is the movement)
[Snoop Dogg:]
Fo'-fo' in my bag, Mo-Mo in my glass
Po'-po's on my ass, man they want a nigga bad
I zig and I zag cause I got expired tags
I'm just tryin to make it to my nephew Layzie's pad
Dippin in the old school 6-7 rag
Either I'm a throw out the mag or blast they ass
Fast with the decision, cash was my envision
Life's about havin it, stackin it and crackin it
While I'm flippin these bitches, no mo' chickens
They livin so fugazi, Layzie let's just kick it
Get it, got it, pop it for me one time
If you wanna switch, lock it for me one time
Now do the three-wheel motion, coastin
From the Mid-wicked-West to the ocean, smokin
My nigga what you holdin?
A bizzle, f'shizzle, G'd up in Snoop Dogg clothin
[Chorus: Joe Little (Layzie)]
Smokin on information (real niggaz do real thangs)
We're smokin on, this is our congregation
(From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West)
DoggHouse and Bone
Smokin on information (real niggaz do real thangs)
We're smokin on, this is our congregation
(From the North, to the South, to the East, to the West)
DoggHouse and Bone Thugs
[Skant Bone:]
I'm from the, nitty gritty
I'm comin to shake up the whole city with this Midwest flow
That keepin them bouncin and beggin for mo'
This thugs shit all with the rulin and you know it can't be judged
I never'd go Hollywood, cause they cannot change this thug
About this paper, and never to raised to be a fame chaser
My momma'd always told me my shit would be greater, later
Smokin'd on information and sippin the Olde-E
The world wouldn't be shit without them gangsta's and T-H-U-G's
So take heed motherfucker'd before you lose out
I got my family Mo Thugs, and the DoggHouse
Who comin with it, like Puff acquitted I wonder who really did it?
I'm Skant Bone if you think you know my tone
Invitin all haters and bustas to the murda zone
They better be ready cause, cause the war is on
Mo Thugs, DoggHouse nigga
Mo Thugs, and we out nigga
[Chorus]
[Ken Dawg:]
I'm in here lightin up somethin smokin, long as my niggaz leave me open
Floatin, ask 'em what's the 4-1-1 on all this potent
Suckin up the love, DoggHouse and Mo Thug
Ken Dawg and doubled'll hustle, as I muscle through scrubs
Congregatin, makin my pressence, oh what a essence
I ain't stressin 'bout no second-hand ass nigga with suggestions
Hey holla Mo Thug (Mo Thug) haters hold up
You know what? I think that's Ken Dawg, yep show love
With the Big Snoop D-O, smoke until we P-O
Playas we came, together to get this money until we G-O
They love me for that, they know I'm in love with the scratch
I hear a million niggaz holla'n, how they want a contract
I analyzed all, information exposed in the air
Judge it for myself and told you my repsonse as a playa
Set up and had it, stretched out, worldwide spread
All the way from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3 here
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
You better believe a nigga be stompin in my big black boots
Little Lay' and Snoop comin through
And I thought you knew niggaz gon' do what they do
And I play this game like I bring it, do this shit cause I mean it
Seen it come together so clean, shit; do you know who I'm the team with?
Only them, real live playas, from the block to the stage
Keepin it locked and gettin paid, nothin but thugs in our ways
It's them polished pimpin playas, poppin pistols packin drama
I'm a put it like this, pretty much I'm that nigga that'll bomb ya
If you want it, you can get it, information, let me hit it
Can you feel me nigga you dig it? If you with it nigga what is it?
It's just them dawgs in the house and mo' and mo' comin in
So nigga blaze it, raise the roof, nigga lights camera action
Cause that's what's happenin, real niggaz unite
And do it right, cause if you don't, you might not get it twice
That's why I be, parlayin, G'd up and sharpei and
I do this all day and, your nigga Layzie Bone is in the house
[L-Burna]
Roll up that hyrdo
And just smoke on
Smoke on
I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
Lah Lah Lah Lay
uh huh
And just smoke on
Smoke on
I'll roll this blunt for you
[L-Burna]
Nigga, this my life
And I'm livin' the high life
And I love to smoke
And it really don't be right
If my weed ain't tight
Like a nigga might as well be broke
But quote me a price
And drop my sack
Quickly
You wanna smoke with me
Drop me a ???
With a philly
It really don't matter to me
'Cause I'm green leafin'
Big chiefin'
I'm making my thang
To blaze
Who the lover to this game
And man I'm not ever gonna change my ways
And in the morning when I rise I'm gettin' high
Even off in the evening
When I'm rollin'
I'm smokin' ligh (smoking ligh)
Trying to free my mind
If you want to parly
Just jump your ass in the trunk
Pull out the blunt
Then light it on up
Lay it on back
And and get fucked up
As soon as you hit it
You hear your heart beat thumping
Stick be numming
Mint keep humming
Music bumping
Try to fall off into something
Whatever it be
Just let it be known
This weed be the dro
'Cause nigga it be slow for the po
I know
That's why niggas stay on the go
Smoking the leanest (the leanest)
Smoking the greenest
If you wanna get blowed
You can hit me
Little Lay be through a little later
On the sticky
The sticky
When you wanna get blowed
They all know
You can call on L-A-Y
For the hyrdo
Lah Lah Lah Lay
Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe)
Yah Yah
(Lah Lah Lah Lay) When you wanna get blowed
You all know
You can call on L-A-Y
For the hyrdo
Lah Lah Lah Lay
Lah Lah Lah Lay (for the doe)
Lil' Lay Lay (that is)
Nigga hit the studio
And drop a song
And then I get gone
In the wind
See my nigga, Ken,
Then dipped the Benz
And copped two old folks for the Ben
Then decided to meet downtown
By ten
Shoot a little pool and sip some gin
Gave it a little set bet
And then made a little bet about who would win
Continue smashing
A nigga been on the road and need (I need some) some action
I'm headed back to the hood
'Cause nigga the hood is really what's happening
Been in a lot of hoods
In a lot of cities
But this one here is mine
I remeness
And make a wish
As I pass that "99 street" sign
Hit up the liquor store
'Cause I'm fixing to blow big
With the niggas on the block
Nigga going to smoke
Smoke a lot
Let them feel this dro
That Lay just got
Nigga hit the block
About Four
And didn't leave until nine
Watching my niggas out on the grind
I didn't notice the time
Find myself flying down to the crib
Trying to meet Ken in a hurry
Doing about fifty in ???
Running lights with no worries
I made it there safe and on time
When I pulled to the spot
And I see Ken chillin'
Smoking in the parking lot
(Let me hit it)
Roll up that hyrdo
And just smoke on
Smoke on
I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
Lah Lah Lah Lay
uh huh
And just smoke on
Smoke on (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
I'll roll this blunt for you (Lah Lah Lah Lay)
Nigga left the pool hall
Sloppy and didn't even fuck with nobody
And all this kicking then got me paranoid
Hoping the po po don't stop me
Doing the limit with L
So high that I'm nervous as hell
Fuck waking up sober in jail
Hit fifty fit for some shell
And I drop the top so the wind
Can blow on through my braids
All in my face
Get on my way
And right about then I get a page
Who could it be
Its Hey lil' Nappy
And had a head full of some sin
Told me to come on over there
Quick
'Cause I got the booze and no more weed
Tell him its on
Hung up the phone
Fixing to start this whole new section
Less then fifteen to twenty minutes
I drove
And lil' Lay then bless them
That's how it is
When they roll with the number one
That's how it be
Nothing but icky-sticky leaves
Trees that will put you on your knees
Hit it
Then hold it 'til it make you cough and gag
Guaranteed to run and and brag
To your niggas about lil' Layzie bag
I keep the killing
Nigga can smoke and p.o.
If you can catch up with me
Or you can hit me
And I be through with the sticky
[Intro: Thin C.]
Yeah, it's the infamous
Internationally known, Mo Thugs
Uhh, and this party right here
Yeah, is for the sexy and the thuggish
Yeah, it's for the sexy and the thuggish
A-c'mon
[Thin C.:]
Walls with Picasso, yeah we got those
Fuck with real models, that's my motto
Things that protect us from the lames that follow
Special gray tips, yeah nigga they hollows
'Specially made whips, yeah mami plus silo
My philosophy like, Aristotle
Go right on ma, and empty the bottle
Pimp juice is up, so I'm comin full throttle
Soon as you say so I'm on you like Play-Doh
Don't be scared of the couple next to us
It's like the Playboy mansion, let's do us!
You playin fast flow, I see us in that, girl
I wanna toss it then flip to the back, girl
Now you're sayin freaky shit, who your daddy girl?
You poppin hips with Thin C., it's another world
On your way to really party is with Thugs girl
[Chorus: Thin C.]
She came here to party
She came here to hang
She came here with Bacardi
The headliners change just to give us some brain
She came here to meet somebody
She came here to make some change
T-shirts and panty parties
These girls gon' do they thang
[D.J. Dre Ghost:]
Now watch me get buck, crazy as fuck
Wild when I throw down; come test me now
Hey girls, move your sexy bo-dy
For the D-R-E G-H-O-S-T
Big body girls is what I wan' G
When I'm chillin up in the club with my nigga Thin C.
Or get the fuck out of here!
See it's a t-shirt and panty party, fuck the bub' or Bacardi
And I hardly ever do this
Then sip a silo is what is you need to do Miss
And it ain't no bullshit
Cause Little Lay' told me you are freaky than a muh'fucker
You use a clip as a crack you got wide open
The mother of pearls is what you got girl
And I'm a take a look sit back and watch your toes curl
You gon' rub up in the club for Mo Thugs like us – WHAT!
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Now baby usually I'm on a song talkin 'bout blastin and mobbin
But I see so many flavors it's like Baskin & Robbins
Thin got me in my playa mode, let me show you how a playa roll
You know I know the way to go, if you ain't know Little Lay's a pro
You was lookin for a baller, well you found him
I was lookin for a thick ass pretty to be around me
And I know you know the drill, gon' take them panties off
And I know you want it baby, come and break a nigga off
No need in stallin mami, yeah I got protection
I'm a thug ass nigga, with a nine inch erection
Tryna get up in your middle-section, work it 'til your water fall
Somethin like Niagara, natural Viagra
With so much stamina I'm bound to blow your back out
You came for the same thang, don't even try to act out
Let's leave the club so we can satify our horny bones
And don't you worry 'bout a thang cause my money long
[Intro: Mr. Capone-E]
Yeah, to all them ladies out there
Who need a thug in their life, that's right
(A thug in ya life, a thug in ya life)
Ha ha, Mr. Capone-E, the one and only (one and only)
West coast (West coast, Westside for life!)
With my homeboy Layzie Bone (takin over, what's happenin?)
Hey Layzie, let 'em know (uhh!)
[Chorus: unknown singer]
Say there lady, I think I wanna call you up
I think I wanna see what's up
Hey baby, I don't wanna say too much
I'm layin off in the cut, and a nigga wanna fuck
I think I wanna call you up
I think I wanna see what's up
Say baby, I don't wanna say too much
I'm layin off in the cut, and a nigga wanna fuck
[Layzie Bone:]
It ain't no one like this cutie pie; can we kick it, you and I?
I'm checkin out your body language, I think it's sayin you gon' ride
With me, like "Layzie, come and get me"
But I'm a sit back in the cut until she pin me!
Wait until the cup get empty, catch it while she feelin friendly
Walk up to her, say it simply, "Baby you comin with me, tonight"
Yeah, that's right tonight, we takin flight
Gon' do what we like, we like
Can a thug get a dance? Can I get up in them pants?
Ain't no need to be upset, c'mon girl, I'm just playin
But I'm sayin, I'm feelin you, you feelin me, yeah we can do
Whatever we wanna do, I'm grown and you grown too
Got on the floor and did the step all night
Got to rubbin on her booty like, "This motherfucker nice"
Aight, I like and you like and we out the do'
I knew this pretty bitch was gon' roll, with me, c'mon
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
I underestimated her freakiness; she freaky as freaky gets
I'm tryin to know who I'm sleepin with, first of all who I'm creepin with
She was cool, after I took her to school
Had to tell her couple of thangs before I let her in my pool
Plus she like rollin blunts, she don't talk too much
Ain't nothin worse than a pretty girl doin too much
That be ruinin us, always screwin it up
I think this one right here really true to herself
We gon' blow the whole sack in the back of the back
Jump out there, jump in the Cadillac and do it like that
Fuck it; she a gangsta, she wanna see my gangsta
I'm a show her how I do it when I show her how I thank her, uh
Dicked her down in the back of the Coupe
We was chillin at the park right next to the hoops
Didn't make it to the crib, but we went for a loop
I put the number in my phone, next week I'm a swoop
[Chorus]
[Mr. Capone-E:]
Uhhh, multiple positions of a playa
Baby girl, you need a real thug so you called this gangsta
Ass up, face down, it's the thug in me
Westside when we ride, it's the C-A-P
On a one-way ticket to exotic fuckin, erotic lovin
And you're screamin cause you're bustin
In and out, out and in, with a fuckin grin
I'm ya daddy for real, so can I make ya squeal?
Can I make ya moan, when we're all alone?
Daddy Capone-E love ya lady and I'm fuckin stoned
I wanna hit it, don't get it twisted, ain't love
Ain't a penny for ya thoughts, I'm just tryin to fuck
Uhhh, excuse me for my nature
To say lady don't be trippin cause you love them gangstas
So I skerrted out, hittin switches on bitches
I'm a young pimp baby, and you know I wanna hit it
[Intro: Layzie]
What you a gangsta?
You fuckin pranksters (yeah)
L-Burna (L-Burna)
Deuce-double-oh-fo'
Mo Thugs forever baby (that's right)
St. Clair, Cleveland, Ohio (nigga)
[Chorus x2: Layzie Bone]
Run game to keep it straight gangsta
By my frames say fuck all these pranksters
We won't stop until I hear "Thank ya"
Brought up in these city streets, I'm bringin them bangers nigga
[Layzie Bone:]
Nigga I was born into this thug life, I didn't chose it, I was chose
A lot of these rappers fakin and frontin, tellin lies like Pinocchio
Never had to tote the pistol, momma had the cleanest tissues
Band-aids for the boo-boos but where I'm from, is another issue
Down on the game or the game'll get you
And you could stay broke, I'm a get richer
Gotta stay low or the bullets they hit ya
Nigga bad business'll catch up with'cha
Split ya, get the picture mister, the game is about survival
Probably clutchin on my bible, now what are you willin to die fo'?
Are you liable for your actions? Were you tryin to point your finger?
Blamin everybody but your damn self, well the fat lady's singin
Now bring it raw, ain't no mercy for me, America ain't got no trophy for me
I ain't even tryin to play that game cause the po-po just to thirsty for me
Rather go out in a blazin glory, you know my name and you heard the stories
Checkin for me cause I got game and these other niggaz is born, look at me
Scorin all the points like I'm T-Mac and A.I.
And look at these other players hatin, I'm the truth and can't lie
We come to get live on, and ride on, like yup muh'fucker I got 5 on 'em
With my mind's on it know my opponent, I warned you you don't want it
See I see through what you don't see, and I can pin it 20/20
Niggaz they know I'm so for real like O.D.B., better gimme my money
1's, 10's, 20's, 100's, nigga, if you owe me, run it
I'm a continue to stick you blunted, homicide won't know who done it
Damn, that's the way it is and that's just how it's gon' be
Keep yo' gang to yo'self homie, I represent no phonies - fuck 'em
[Chorus]
[Dogzilla:]
Run some game ready, 'Zilla, known to drop heavy
Deadly, show you lil' somethin boy if you let me
Feel me, life is like a game of dice
You roll them right the first time, the same life can't roll 'em twice
Grrr, I bite hard for mines
It's a new track for the new jack, I'm a dog for mines
I'm in too deep, competition dead on the street
They head is weak, I know the odds hard to beat
But fuck that, my homies got a score to settle
With theyself, plus it's still a lot of tea in the kettle
We refute the devil, you can't fade the levels
And you can never ever, come test the rebels - grrrr
[Chorus x1/2]
[Stew Deez:]
Got the burners[? ] yeah we gangsta nigga, Stew Deez a sho' nuff shanker
Man I'll put y'all dig in the dirt when you fuckin with us or my niggaz
I'll leave you stankin nigga, cause 16 round [? ] to the countdown
Wanna be down with us but the fake niggaz can't be found with us
So nigga, we mash when we roll, we got fo'-fo's on you hoes
You niggaz know the go and oh, me and my niggaz we gettin this dough
We said one million, two million, three million, fo'
Still movin up the ladder but we needed that mo', so here we go
We runnin game on you bitches, we got the fame and our riches
So niggaz aim and we picutre, we let them thangs come and get ya
We that swift, I ain't gotta shoot ya dawg
Just to see your body fallin, here we go, to the morgue
[Intro: Layzie]
Yeah, hoe-ass niggaz hatin for no apparent reason at all
Niggaz ain't got shit else to do
This is the topic of the fuckin matter
You niggaz got issues man
[Chorus: Layzie Bone + ad libs]
Better ride out, nigga better ride out
You better ride out, nigga better ride out
You better ride out, nigga better ride out
You better ride out, nigga better ride out
We them niggaz bustin guns like bang bang bang
We them niggaz up in rides like bang bang bang
We them niggaz bustin guns like bang bang bang
We them niggaz up in rides like bang bang bang
[Keef G:]
Hit 'em up with the bang-bang, let it off, nigga let your speakers blow
Mash on the po-po, get gone so swangin by the liquor sto'
Gotta get my head right, walkin right, watch these motherfuckers get paid tonight
We reserved your flight, show starts tonight
Better believe we bound to get high tonight
Nigga Bum and the Bone Thug, Mo Thug, ThugLine comin out the cut, cut
Mash and flash nigga, grabbin our nuts, down for dirty, nigga that's what's up
Fuckin with the street shit, real shit kinda make it difficult to even get with
For this handle my crew, I crack another of brew
I tell you to give the finger to the boys in blue
This chosen few, got a black eye get to hide out
Gotta blap pap-pap when we ride out
Silly-ass nigga what you talkin about?
Every chance you get, nigga runnin a mouth
Turnin 'em out, make 'em bow down cause we say so, them punks better lay low
Got my nigga Lay go on the block six-fo' with a glock fo'-fo', don't hurt 'em bro!
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Doin all that talkin, all of that flossin get a nigga laid up in the coffin
Niggaz ain't livin it like they walkin, niggaz ain't doin no bitin they barkin
When it comes to the thugs just chalk it, nigga this Mo Thug, ThugLine bosses
Niggaz ain't thinkin that they gon' cross us
'member we takin no shorts, no losses
Step in my office, right behind the buildin, every day a nigga makin a killin
Thug life, drug life, totin pipes, that's how we chillin
Robbin and stealin, nigga done marked his territory
Claim every block and every corner, welcome to my Thugsta story
Tried a job but the shit was boring, plus it didn't make a nigga ends meet
Rival thugs and punk police, got a nigga bein all friendly
See in my community, we ain't built on trust, we ain't built on peace
Between you and me, if you don't want beef better cross that street
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
In the middle of the drama, I'm the one that'd bomb ya, don't mean to alarm ya
Eatin niggaz alive like a pack of piranhas, more drama than yo' baby mama
Ain't never been calmer, plus I heard about karma, just figured I'd warn ya
From the O-H down back to California, nigga heated heavy like a knight in armor
Perfectly honest, I don't want no drama so nigga just leave
Let it do it hit your back with a little
Split you at while you still standin on yo' feet, feet
You don't want no run-in with me mayne, nuts hang
You don't want it come down to that bang bang bang
Line 'em up and nigga knock 'em down, little bitty ol' me go pound for pound
Round for round I'm a show a nigga how to bury you under the ground
When the thunder sound off, and leave these niggaz dead again
I'm a be the one standin like I'm a Vietnam veteran
Don't try to press your luck, I don't wanna fuck you up
Cause I got a lot to lose, I ain't tryin to lose my buzz
If I get fed up, better find somewhere to hide out
These killas of mines don't let up, so nigga you better just ride out
[Chorus:]
I only ride with real niggaz, only ride with real niggaz
Only ride, only ride, only ride with real niggaz
I only ride with real niggaz, only ride with real niggaz
Cause real niggaz do real thangs
[Layzie Bone:]
Do you really wanna ride (ride)
With a nigga from the East 9-9 (9)
Where the cities and streets are mine (mine)
And the hustlers stay on the grind (grind) all the time
It's designed, for warriors and rebels to win
Them pussies and fakes don't get in
This life is a gamble
How much can you handle? It's redrum
On the race against the clock, why not?
Benz dropped, lil' nigga from the Glock
Done went and turned general, here we go, shit can get critical
Aimin at your mental when I'm lettin off shots
I'm the crook that wrote the book
Taught niggaz how to clean, taught niggaz how to cook
Jumped outta the kitchen and then started twitchin
By the way did I mention Lil' E, good look - yeah!
Real niggaz do real thangs, it don't stop
Real niggaz play no games on my block
Real nigga shit, this is real as it get
Since '93 we been killin it - they feelin it
Some niggaz come and then some niggaz go
But the real stay around cause they know we get down
And most of these niggaz is studio
[Chorus x2]
[Layzie Bone:]
I'm a put in my work on this planet, I mean it goddamn it
I keep it so thuggish they can't understand it
I live it, I breathe it, don't take it for granted
The powers that be can't do nothin but panic
Yeah I got 'em shook like 'Pac said, look
+All Eyez on Me+ when I'm celebratin
They still got a beef against the Thug Nation
They never had love so fuck what they hatin
Been labeled a menace and put it in Guinness
You better go check my manuscript
Killa fo' realer, drug dealer my nigga
Just kick it and bail through the 'Land with my clique (shit)
Better peep what the wind blew in
Cause y'all better move, I'm finna get started
Lil' L-Burna from the +Land of Tha Heartless+
Strapped with a nine, don't make me spark it
Roll or get rolled over partner
Number One, nigga that's my name
Winnin, scorin, stayin on point
Better gimme the ball, cause that's my thang
No disrespect, better run with the best of the best
From the North to the South
From the North to the South to the East to the West, oh yes
[Interlude: Layzie]
Real niggaz do real thangs (I'm a do my thang, I'm a do my thang mayne)
So I'm gonna do my thang (I'm a do my thang, I'm a do the damn thang)
Real niggaz do real thangs (I'm a do my thang, I'm a do my thang)
So I'm gonna do my thang (I'm a do my thang, I'm a do my damn thang)
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Nigga feel that beat in your chest when you're leanin and swervin
Bass in ya back, you feel it, you heard it
Hand on the wheel, no need to be nervous
Ride with a G, everything'll be perfect
(Yeah, that's right) Put it all on the surface
Dirty as we ride, it'll all be worth it
'Til the wheels fall off, nigga that's the purpose
Nothin but the best cause we deserve it
They know when I'm comin
Cause niggaz can hear me before they can see me
And they can't believe it cause I'm bumpin Eazy-E
They just seen me on TV
Navigate through the streets dawg
Keep it real to the beat, that ain't no secret
Jump outta the Jeep car
Run up in the liquor sto', hit the freezer
Grab a Olde Gold, like my four-oh
My flow's so cold I gotta have some
Turn the music back up to the maximum
Them niggaz hatin on us but I laugh at 'em
I got a 9-millimeter that'll get me to the trunk
If I make it to the trunk I'm a pop that trunk
Y'all already know comin outta the trunk
Is a A.K. who, and a 12-guage what?
[Intro:]
Punch him in his mouth
P-p-punch him in his mouth
[I-Rocc:]
You think we ain't gon' ride? Motherfuckers get ate alive
Make 'em sky dive off the side of the eight-oh-five
Can't sign nothin less than a mil' and a half (mil' and a half)
Been a war goin on like I'm still in the draft (still in the draft)
But shit, I'm a just sit in the Jag (yeah)
White bitch shotgun, she conceilin the pack (yup)
How real is that? A hundred if you ask me
I sat in a cave with Loon and Valentine, ask Nem' (ask him nigga)
But all the flossing's irrelevant (uh-huh)
If you ain't a boss then you soft as a jellyfish (yeah)
But I'm on top with the etiquette
Never take a loss, can't a motherfucker tell me shit
When Ice-T was on that power shit
I was in the slums, white tee, movin powder, bitch! (pitchin)
And why y'all dyin to shine
I hit the club and open fire like I'm ridin for Shyne
[Chorus: Killa Klump]
He comin out his neck (punch him in his mouth)
He lyin 'bout that work (punch him in his mouth)
Shavin grams off that coke (punch him in his mouth)
And tell you he goin broke (punch him in his mouth)
Your boy talkin out his ass (punch him in his mouth)
Say he know about your stash (punch him in his mouth)
And if he ever try to run (punch him in his mouth)
Don't even hit him with your gun, just (punch him in his mouth)
[Layzie Bone:]
Nigga how you always got the hook up, but never don't have no ends?
Plus I heard that that Benz that you drivin is yo' friend's
Nigga don't ever like to spend, but he always wanna lend
You can hold onto these nuts, while they hangin from yo' chin
See we men, and the real men don't tolerate them fakers
Send you quick to meet your maker, while I'm grippin on my baby makers
Them ain't haters, why you posin like a player?
In the club tryin to mack a chick, but them hoes know you square
Get the fuck from 'round here, we keep it gutter down here
Always cryin like a bitch, is your momma 'round here?
If she is, no disrespect but take this pussy nigga home
Before we blame it on you cause you the reason he born
He won't live long, with a mouth so potty
Halitosis on the tongue, he lie to everybody
Better do what I say before these fists start flyin
Whatever you sellin homie, I ain't buyin
[Chorus]
[Killa Klump:]
Yeah, this the business, Klump (let's go)
Aiyyo first things first, I ain't gon' plead no case
I keep a burner on my hip that'll eat yo' face (brrap!)
Faggot! And I ain't tryin to talk it out (nah)
Just cause you walked in the club don't mean you walkin out
You talkin money, what you talkin 'bout?
You come to my town, the boy Klump is the most talked about (uh)
Flow of the century, know that eventually
I'll be, dead and gone but man I hope that they mention me
I, can't rock harder than I've been rockin (really)
Lyrically, I'm a nightmare, similar to Bin Laden (yes)
Go ahead and run daddy - cause I ain't the type
To do the talkin brought your shit about, shoulda had him done daddy (nope)
I got a gun daddy - and I ain't scared
To lick a motherfuckin shot first, 'fore that shot come at me (uh)
Raw wreck on mine son and tell them lames
I'm a do me when mine come, until then
[Chorus]
[instrumental plays for 20 seconds]
[Chorus x2: Layzie Bone]
You can run but you can't hide, they'll find ya
When you think you got 'em shook they only, two steps behind ya
The po-po over here (here) the po-po over there (there)
Nigga runnin outta time cause po-po got you, you surrounded
[Layzie Bone:]
Lil' Ronny hit the ground runnin, when he saw the po-po comin
Always into somethin, they said he'd never amount to nothin
Push his buttons if you wanna, nigga was crazy with a temper
Been hustlin on the corner, ever since I can remember
There was a cold day in November, I remember all I seen was Timberlands
Racin across the snow, twenty below, pistol in his hand
Saw him toss his bag of rocks as he passed me
I ain't bullshittin with the quickness, he blew right past me (Ronny what's wrong?)
Then the cops came rushin through, damn near knocked me to the ground
Kicked the dope to the curb swiftly as I spinned around
Picked it up, went in the house cause he done brought them coppers out
Sirens blarin everywhere, Lil' Ronny's super hot
Brushed it off like, "That boy a damn fool"
Grabbed a brew up outta the cooler, and turned on the news
What did I see? Lil' Ronny on TV (what what?)
To my amaze I took a sip of beer and fell in my seat (God-damn)
That's when I'm thinkin to myself, "What the fuck did he do? "
News flash, Ronny Sanders on the 11 o'clock news
And as they makin the announcement, they tradin gunfire
Show these niggaz in a Regal now with one blew tire
He wanted, for a murder? This nigga from my block
Aww shit, he done killed, a undercover cop
Nigga, you'd better keep runnin cause you just committed suicide
(Suicide, it's a suicide) He goin down whether dead or alive
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Okay we back from commercial break, Lil' Ronny ain't got no time to waste
He runnin, yeah he runnin and Lil' Ronny runnin outta space
And they trapped him by the lake, just before he jumped in
He aimed at the helicopter, nigga started dumpin!
He couldn't swim, they fished him out with a net
They cuffed him up for the long one, caught him drippin wet
On trial for a murder that he couldn't forget
Yeah, he went to jail, but that wasn't shit
He on trial now, he in denial now
Got a one-way ticket to Hell, to Hell
Cuffed up, fucked up, got a story to tell
I hope his family sent him some mail, some mail
... They gave him the electric chair
And just before they sent him there
First came his brother, then came Suzie
The bitch came in with a sub-machine uzi
Like, suicide, that was suicide
Suicide, that was suicide
Suicide, that was suicide
Biddy-bye-bye, biddy-bye-bye, biddy-bye-bye (that was suicide)
[Intro:]
You ain't nuttin!
You don't get nuttin, you don't deserve nuttin
Now let me spell it for you, N-U-T-I-N
Nuttin, you got that?
Now go on get up, put one foot front the other
Ah, don't say nuttin, let me tell you somethin
[Layzie Bone:]
Now what you thought I let you hold some'n, cause I got sticky
On the table you wanna roll some'n, you got yo' hand out holla gimme
Like I owed some'n, see nigga get nothin from me
You got to play it if you want a play nigga this game ain't free
Not what you on some'n? You must be smokin, tweakin
On some strong some'n, you in the club every weekend
Like you a grown some'n, you ain't impressin me pretty
While yo' glass half empty, holla'n "What you gon' gimme? "
I heard, gimme got got and I heard gimme got shot
Don't be approachin me like I'm him playa, really I'm not
I'm big, willie as 'Pac, one step in the spot
Nothin but "Thug Luv" for ya, one strap with a glock
Need to get, slapped with a knot, full of 50's and 100's
I'm strictly big money business, look how quickly they run it
I make 'em, sick to they stomach, man I'm just too sweet
If you don't work you don't eat, that's a code to the streets
[Chorus: Layzie (Thin C.)]
(Nothin) I can't lend you (nothin)
Won't let you borrow (nothin)
Look playa you wastin yo' time
Because my mind on my money and my money on my mind
(Nothin) The world don't owe you (nothin)
Better get up and get (somethin)
Cause if you can't you lame
While you hustlin for some fame, better buy you some game
[Layzie Bone:]
They say you hang around with nine broke busters, you bound to be a tenth
It's like yo' math all wrong, you're makin no sense
It's about the, bank and the rent, how you rakin it in
It's motivation for them go-getters if you thinkin this is
For my niggaz in them gators flash floss yo' shit
Grip the thick wall like a pimp, you bought yo' shit
It feels good when you iron it, don't it?
Feel even better when you spinnin on it
Better watch yo' back, your friends'll want it
Jealousies and envies are dumb ones too
So Layzie don't trust nothin, I just play by the rules
Now rule one, I know you heard it, better watch yo' homies
Never know who out to get ya, better watch cause them phonies gets nothin
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Now everybody needs somebody and this shit's real
But don't nobody need anybody that don't help pay bills
Stay still, nigga die, let the real niggaz roam
You can't quit the world just on your own, might as well stay in the zone
To each his own, God bless us, and I pray that he help us
Record companies wanna shuffle us, and call us rebellious
Don't get me wrong, I ain't tryin to see no harm in that
Cause if I'm gone dead tomorrow I can borrow it back
Rep on the hardest of tracks, on the real I'm a keep it
Ain't no secret they can peep it, they'll know how to treat it
Cause if you don't you's a gone boy
Need to be off on your own boy, from a Bone boy strong boy
[Chorus]
Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound?
Ak-47, so you better hit the ground
Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound?
Ak-47, nigga get the fuck down!
[L-Burna]
Have you kicked it with this thug lately?
Well, if not, you need to try,
Baby,look deep into my mind, and you could find just what the game made me
Rough and rugged, come get this thuggish ruggish rush
Get a taste of what these bitches just can't touch
And I be the number one assasin, second to none and steadily blastin'
All of my niggas that know me ain't askin' what I be doin' to get this cash
And ?? went out of fashion ?? to get you laid down
This St. Clair thugsta Bone
So all of them niggas that's flossin' the industry
We put one thru your dome
Nigga, here I go again, thuggish ruggish in the Benz
Bitches love me with these ends
Braids blowin' off in the wind
Tossin' forties out the windows with the top dropped, and my glock cocked
Little nigga, that block made hot, and i'm that nigga that blew the spot
Double nine to the 2 tripple zero, millenium hero
Nigga, I stay right with my people, 'cause these wicked ass streets be lethal
Niggas is see thru, they transparent, they ghost writin'
'Cause a nigga like me, i'm tired
Keep a good reach up on my pile day and night
It's about that business, nigga, get checked, respect what's mine
Any you niggas cross the gunline, you can bet that ass is mine
Nigga, we done sold 30 million plus, who fuckin' with that?
Nigga, wanna test me and what I represent, i'll fuck you with a rap
That's why I be tuckin' my strap up under my lap when I get my creep on
Reason I stress this shit in each song,
'Cause I mean it when i'm screamin' murda
Have you ever heard of a nigga that went and got it?
Got a glock, then really shot it, mothafuckas that's bout it bout it
Little young niggas that's doin' they thing
True of game, are Thug Emortalz
Nigga, don't make me have to force my hand and body 'round your torso
But of course, hold no remorse for enemies or advasaries
It be body bags and caskets, skull and bones and cemetaries
[Chorus x4]
Stop, stop, everybody what's that sound?
[Layzie Bone:]
Nigga! I step in this bitch
And commence to get live, niggaz they know
When that nigga Layzie be ready to set off the ride
Surprise, nigga I'm cockin the fo'
You cocky with flow, you gotta go
Still in the show and my rhyme is my ammo
My life is the barrel and it's lettin it loose
And I'm playin you pussies like fuckin pianos
You niggaz can't handle what I've got to offer
Life is a gamble, I'm bettin you softer
You claimin you ridin but we know you walkin
Run around town doin nothin but talkin
Yup, they wanna take you serious
It ain't no bass in your voice, it ain't clear enough
They don't feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it
But on the contrary, I'm the realest realest, realest of all
Runnin the game, I'm runnin it all
Layzie been about love, Layzie Bone been in the streets
I keep it so hood, I keep it so gutter, there's no nigga realer than me
I figured I'd mention that twice, I'm a put that on my life
You niggaz ain't ready, you niggaz ain't comin, you niggaz gon' pay the price
Wanna play then roll the dice, fuck around and be crappin out
L-Burna start stabbin now to show you niggaz what's happenin now
[Chorus: sample of Bone Thugs-N-Harmony's "Mo' Murda"]
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Mo-mo-mo' murda, mo' murda (nigga!)
Mo' murda, mo' murda
Mo-mo-mo' murda, mo' murda
[Nemo:]
Ay... now I be, leanin like a muh'fucker, bitches on the dick
Cause a nigga spent, three or fo' hun'ed on them muh'fuckin kicks
With the stars on 'em, nope, not Comp's cousin
I'm beyond buzzin, I'm drunk-ass Dom's cousin
Quit all that talkin on back to Boston and get it nigga
Dippin in the streets of California where I'm livin nigga
Sittin in the drop-top, leanin with the glock cocked
Yeah my block hot, so if I gotta I'm a pop shots
Hit the spot and do my thang, in the streets they know my name
It's big dirty money, gotta get it, I suggest that you do the same
Spend dough on e'rythang, put chrome on e'rythang
All day, e'ry day, and I knock hoes on e'rythang
No spare change, big face bills is all I'm countin here
You niggaz is just playin with the game, I'm really out here
Out here, countin G's, from the Midwest to the South to the East
I'm doin my thang, you'd best believe
In restin in these Californian palm trees, yeah
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
If it ain't one thang, it's another
So I pray for the best, prepare for the worst
I done done thangs I didn't wanna
So it's get rich now or ride that hearse
Whatever come first I'm a put in work
Gotta smoke the dirt, and I done smoked the purp'
Been a long time comin, yeah I dealt with yours
Gotta keep it trill for whatever it's worth
You niggaz is trippin
If you thinkin Bone ain't got no love in these streets
You niggaz is slippin
Cause shit'd be different if it really wasn't for me
We done brought them harmonies, mixed it with greasy flows
Not only Eazy know, my nigga Nemo know
Layzie been about love, Layzie Bone been in the streets
I keep it so hood, I keep it so gutter, there's no nigga realer than me
You feelin me? I'm a gorilla these beats, can a nigga get a witness?
Hey Steve, somebody better call the doctor I think I done caught a sickness
I'm a spread it like an infection through your speaker system, speaker system
Siccness.net on yo' net, and I bet we get 'em
Hit 'em, hard... and I bet he gon' fall
And if I can't knock him off, nigga Nemo break him off like
[Big Sloan:]
Hey, hey...
Chka-chka-chk-ah...
Chka-chka-chk-ah...
[Chorus x2: Mo Thugs]
Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)
We comin to serve yaaaaa (murder)
Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)
Mo murder, mo murder! (murder)
[Big Sloan:]
I'm the hardest MC you ever heard in your life
Big Sloan and Layzie Bone homie, murder your wife
We come into your house and, leave your frame frozen
And tec smokin, 24's on a hang like Hulk Hogan
My group blow do's and 21 coast soldiers
Hit you hard in ya sternum, make ya chest touch ya shoulders
Hi Power vultures in a Caddy with coat vultures
Gorillas on the block that I bust off of stage coaches
California G's on, billboards and posters
Air Force Ones, black hoodies and Range Rovers
It's the takeover, on the block in a black Nova
With a sick-ass team with cats from Nova Scotia
A vest and two holsters, we pop like Orville Reden'
With 30-cals that flip like Mary Lou Retton
Uh-huh, you know we don't play them games
Lil' Lay and Big Sloan, yeah, spittin the flames
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Nigga I'm a be sleepin with my boots on when the war pop off
Waitin for the thieves tryin to creep, sneak and pop my locks off
Run up on me if you wanna, it be murder she wrote
I'd rather be judged by twelve than dead and left for broke
Pick up the phone, call Sloan, "Nigga come over quick
Cause there's some bustas in the mix wanna have me carried by six
Bring the guns and extra clips, nigga watch a nigga flip"
We won't stop until they hit, fuck it, murder yo' clique
You know them bullets ain't got no names on 'em, they ain't prejudice dude
I ain't lyin, I ain't dyin, 'til I'm scheduled to
I'm ahead of you by two steps, maybe fo', five, six
Like Green Bay I lead the +Pack+, what'chu know 'bout this?
Niggaz know my hits, this ain't the first time I said it
Quick to leave a body shredded and yo' kids beheaded
Got a mil', nigga bet it, and I'm takin it all
Niggaz lames, they pathetic, I'm not takin the fall
[Chorus]
[Thin C:]
It's a goddamn shame how we do these lames
Got the game on lock like shackles and chains
Mold a man up on your block, yes, once again
Enough beans to turn a crook into an honest man
One squeeze sends men to the promised land
Black hoodies, black boots, black guns, black clips
You get all that shit if you fuck with my chips
You get all that shit if you fuck with my chips bitch
[Dre Ghost:]
There's a hell of a lot of ways to die, do somethin
Bullshittin'll have your life set up to lose somethin, uhh
Prove somethin, uhh, 'fore you take your last breath
Or those couple of steps, uhh
Catch a nigga by the drum baby, and leave him alone
He'll bleed in front of his children
And scope out haters' situations
It's all Mo Thug and that's how we do it baby, killers
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Layzie Bone]
I can't keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me) I'm so gone, and I'm out here so strong and I'm stuck in these streets, streets (I run the streets, what's wrong with me) The weed and the X and the Hennessy
I'm gunnin' on point for enemies
I dump when I dump, ain't no turning back
Bone niggas ain't never been industry
I can't keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me)
[Layzie Bone:]
Them original niggas put stains in the game; It's bloody mo' murda from grip to the grain
I'm strapped with that Nina that's never gon' change
You know what I mean; I go out with a bang
Fresh out the hood doin' everyday thangs
To hollywood niggas; That shit is danger
Don't act like you know me, cause Lay' still that stranger
This shit was all lame until I rearranged it
Hold up, stop, and can I get my props? Collect my prop' and take it back to The Glock
Where the thugs that's real and ain't afraid to kill
At least 'round here, nigga back, get watched
From a whole 'nother planet like an astronaut
The only problem that we have is the bastard cops, but we slash on 'em, blast on 'em, drag 'em out
Gotta keep that money comin' in a faster route
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Layzie Bone]
I can't keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me) I'm so gone, and I'm out here so strong and I'm stuck in these streets, streets (I run the streets, what's wrong with me) The weed and the X and the Hennessy
I'm gunnin' on point for enemies
I dump when I dump, ain't no turning back
Bone niggas ain't never been industry
I can't keep my mind off my money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me)
[Krayzie Bone:]
Man, even militant niggas pay me what they owe me
I'm still a gutter nigga, act like you know me
I shoot a cutter nigga runnin' up on me
Put up or shut up, nigga, quit actin' phony
Never been Hollywood, always been 'bout the hood
If you was lookin' for trouble; We got it good
Serve 'em murda like real true riders should
Fuck 'em up with a pump, now that would do it
Get into it when I'm hustlin'
Nine to five I'm strugglin', time to grind
Stumblin', tryin' to shine
Get up and I wonder "When is it my time to fly? " High
A nigga so stressed, I puff on the weed so hard my chest pains
Cause by hearin' the way I flow it, nobody would know it
I gotta get help, man
[Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Layzie Bone]
I can't keep my mind off this money, my hands off my heat (Man, I don't know what's wrong with me) I'm so gone, and I'm out here so strong and I'm stuck in these streets, streets (I run the streets, what's wrong with me) The weed and the X and the Hennessy
I'm gunnin' on point for enemies
I dump when I dump, ain't no turning back
Bone niggas ain't never been industry
[Intro: Mr. Criminal (Layzie)]
Let 'em know where you at homie (I'm on the Westside for real baby)
Where at? (2-1-3)
That's right homie, what's up Layzie? (What's happenin baby?)
Ha ha, yeah, we clickin up homie (let's get this gangsta shit crackin)
Hi Power ese (yeah!)
Takin over the motherfuckin game, ha ha
Let's do it homie (yeah)
[Chorus: Mr. Criminal (Layzie)]
(From the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California droppin nothin but heat
Lowridin and gangbangin cause I'm into 'caine slangin
Hi Power Soldiers, on the frontline aimin
(From the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3)
From Cleveland to California droppin nothin but heat
And once again you know it's on, Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone
Packin straps whenever we roam, haters leave that shit alone
[Mr. Criminal:]
I'm on a whole 'nother level, we probably care with this gangsta shit
Representin the streets, and every rider I'm bangin with
Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone from the Thug, there ain't no claimin it
Haters talkin that madness, I'm a show 'em what I'm aimin with
And fools hate me cause I rose from the gutter
And I'm that lad from the southern side that flows like no other
Bustas spendin big bucks just to flop every summer
While we're pullin up in Escalades, Benz's and Hummers, ha ha
They said those motherfuckers came up
Infested the streets, and sewed the game up
But still, hoes wanna see me, still see dick with eyes closed
So on the +1st of Tha Month+, I send 'em to +Tha Crossroads+
Will I live or I die tonight? Only God knows
Keepin haters in my sight, enemies in my scope
From the streets of Cleveland to southern Cali ride on 100 spokes
Bar heads, blue wax and brown skin when I approach - that's it
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
From the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
Where the loc's and the motherfuckin gangstas be
We be stompin in the South, mobbin through the East
We givin up love, holla Eazy-E
Straight from the motherfuckin Theive-land
Where you can cop you a forty, for a dollar-ninety even
Drink a brew or be a true nut and a alcoholic
You got a problem with the bosses then my crew will solve it
Don't try to trip, I got the gauge in the trunk
Double cock that bitch and just dump
Organized crime bring residuals
I'm fuckin with the Criminal, real individual
Westside, let 'em know we strapped
Y'all can't hold us back, we too thug for that, nigga
Criminal minded, you've been blinded
Lookin for some shit like ours, you can't find it
[Chorus]
[Mr. Criminal:]
From the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3
From East 1999 out to these West Coast streets
We some G's, we some riders tonight, we ready to clown
Ready to smash, put it down, represent for the brown
And uh, it's kinda crazy, got a call from the homie Layzie
'Bout to show these motherfuckers how we represent daily
It's a 2-11 homie, that's a jack in progress
And I bang for the South, still I rep for the West
Who get sunk up in the street, for the heat I possess
And this ain't a game of checkers, motherfuckers this chess
So uh, I think it's time for the game to recognize
Open your eyes motherfuckers, Hi Power, we on the rise
Like times almost in my face, I'm a rep it when I complete ya
On the real, I feel that I'm the West's best kept secret
Cause these fools be claimin they gangstas but they ain't no motherfuckin G's
They really want some drama, come to the 2-1-6 and 2-1-3
[Chorus]
[Outro: Mr. Criminal]
Yeah yeah, from the 2-1-6 to the 2-1-3 homie
Mr. Criminal, Layzie Bone
Hi Power Soldiers! [echoes]
Mess with that Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, lil' homie
Ha ha! It's official
Hellsent
It's Hellsent
Bone And Twista
Layzie Bone And Twista
Get Fucked Up With That
World Wide
We Up In This Mothafucka
Gonna Go Down Like This
Chi Town
You With Me Now
World Wide
Fuck You Mothafucka
Yeah
Recongize That Real Cousins
Let's Do This Shit Ya'll
[x2]
It's A Thug World
We Live In A Thug World
It's' A Thug World
T-H-U-G
[Chorus:]
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion We Bringin 'em New Millenium Soldiers
Layzie And Twista Ya'll Betta Believe That We Takin Over
We Move And Make No Money Continue It's Like He Gettin Showed Up
Soon Enough To Be Prepared For The Thug World Order
[Layzie Bone:]
It'd Be That Element Of Surprise
That Got Ya Puttin It Around And All Ya Niggas Ain't Think We Get This Raw
But Fuck What You Heard And Believe What You Saw
The Nations Of Thugs Is Ready To Pimp Out
Who The Extras Dips And Clips Box Shoot It Up
And Nigga We Dip Out Ready For Combat On Contact
Midwest Keep Goin
We Creepin On Tha Come Up For Years
Heavily Sedated With No Future
Ready To Ride The Endin Is Near We Shed No Tears
The Midwest And Link Up We Gonna Get This Paper With Smash
Take A Lap Tryin To Get Us Mad Rollin In Benz's And Jag's
And Take A Picture Picture
What The Fuck Is Wrong With Ya
Little Lay And Twista Had To Diss Ya
Fuck Your Girlfriend And Sister
By Mister Thuggish-Ruggish Himself That Nigga With Big 'ol Nuts
Representin Them Saint Tac Cleavland Soldiers Don't Give A Fuck Who Get Bust
Who All My Niggas Talkin To G-Child
Mackin And Hustlin Multiplied By Chi Pimpin Want Me
The Game Up For The Public And Pen
Hut 2-3-4 For The Riders And The Roll To Place Your Boots And Macka-La
We Bringin It Thug World For Real
[Chorus x2]
[Twista:]
Mothafuckas Wanted To Hear Where He Go
See And Layzie Bringin On The Dub Back Like We Split A Big Stoke
And We Smokin Big Dro
To The Gangstas Hustlas And Thugs Killin Niggas In The Drug Dealas
Ya'll Betta Feel Us We Put Away The Drama Now We Be The Midwest Killas
You Really Wanna Know All That Bouncy God Shit
The Midwest Is Unified Talk Shit If You Got The Hardest Shit
Like Judo Kick Some Shit For No Longer Outside Of Work Or Outspoken
Kickin That Killa Shit You Never Heard Of Screamin Bloody Murda
Chi Cleveland Selection
The Millenium Connection
Flowin Rapid Like Tekken
If You Rather Hate Then Go Select Your Weapon
Put A Hole In Your Head Like Dolphin
Layzie And Twista The Mission Was Stalkin
Bust At The Bitches That Be Talkin
Look Got Over The City Like Christopher Walkin
Mission Is Put 'em In Coffins
Though I Kill To Protect Only Cause My Idea
Come Off On The Track Ever Since
Thought I Have Been Standin Over See Repent, Stay Bent
Two Of The Dopest Vocal Recorders Still Slaughter So Brought Up A Quarter
To The Gangstas Hustlers And Thug World Order
[Chorus x2]
[Twista:]
Too Much Chaos In The Last Days
Gotta Slow Down With These Wicked Ass Ways
Turn Bad Days Into Cash Days
Smoke Hays And The Liqour Stay Fade
Praise The Lord
To Just Hurt To Be A Blazin Sword
To Give Us What A Misunderstandin God We Was Raisin War
[Layzie Bone:]
Your Butter Spread Unspread And Nigga We Rollin With God
And We Some Thugs Out The Mob The Government Wanna Do Us A Job
I'm Lovin You To Been There
And Really Been There Before
My Nigga Don't Know When I Hit The Dope I Betta Believe It's Bout That Shell
Seizure
[Twista:]
And No Seeds In My Dro
Comin Cold No Matter What Season I Flow
Cause The B's That I Blow
I Can Hit 'em With Rhythm From Cleve To Ca-Go
Belive That I Know
This Connection Is Gonna Be Some Ish
Tied Like A Reefer Clip And Don't Hate On Us When You See Us Rich
[Layzie Bone:]
It's Bout Them A-B-C's And 1-2-3's Now Nickles And Quarters So Shoot Up
And Be Prepared For The Thug World Order
And Ya'll Niggas Been Talkin Bout What Ya'll Gonna Do
We Bout That Midwest Invasion Prepare For The Y2k Proof
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Mid
Get Ready For The Mid
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
We Bringin 'em New Millenium Soldiers
Layzie And Twista Ya'll Betta Believe That We Takin Over
We Move And Make No Money Continue It's Like He Gettin Showed Up
Soon Enough To Be Prepared For The Thug World Order
[Chorus x3]
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Midwest Invasion
Get Ready For The Mid
Get Ready For The Mid
The Nigga Is Hellsent
[L-Burna]
You ready to face this whole new millenium ha
Nigga you raw you aint got no fears ha ha
Tell me what you gonna do when they be droppin them bombs
Cause I'm gonna ring me alarm
try to stick it nigga now you know you got to do me
Gone try to shoot me
Or retaliate with this Ozzie got me showed you this is heavens movie
Watch out nigga I'm gonna knock out any motherfucker
who thinking that they bout it
Wanna talk about it, do something about it
Them Cleaveland boys get rowdy
Get buck with me get buck with me
Now you know I'm ready to die for Thugs-N-Harmony
Nigga spark the weed you feeling my Desperados I know
[Chorus: Baby S & L-Burna]
Every single day, niggas wanna come my way
(hey o hey oowayyy) If you ready to ride then nigga make my day
Every single day, niggas wanna come my way
(hey o hey oowayyy) If you ready to roll then nigga make my day
[Baby S]
Man oh man
World coming living way bad
Gotta get me a drink and a new broad
let me think now I got a bad broad that you pass
So I download my mind with the icky-sticky-tricky bon bon
Now I'm ready for whatever what the fuck come
Im off the chain
The ear piece platinum Ring
Had a fake bitch on my team
But a lemonade two rats now I came back
with an album sold more than Sting
And they said he wanna come my way gonna be holy without a day
You could be about peace on the street aint still gonna put in work.
[Chorus x2]
[L-Burna]
You a nigga, I'm a nigga, we some niggas
they some niggas, we gonna be some niggas for Life
im gonna be a richer nigga, can u feel a nigga, dig a nigga.
It's just like rollin a dice
And at the end of the night
I be the nigga with the longest braid
Callin all the shots with the big Gator blocks and the fat knot
Then they hit the block straight setup shots screaming fuck the cops
It don't stop till they law down
Im make a nigga draw down I'm a cock my glock and squeeze
Put a motherfucker on his knees
and if he don't believe me get these nuts
Nigga when I put it down real with my nigga Baby S
I'll make the whole world damn nigga best
Better yet I'mma make them holla damn they raw the realest nigga you saw
Who wanna step to this?
Aint no thug in the line that could feel these shoes
I gotta pay my dues
I got the right to fuck
If you step on my feet you'll be whippin it off
I give a fuck about a motherfucker who be liking the boss
I uppike the cost
Make em all bow down,way down, niggas wanna test me now
Im willing to bit I go round for round pound for pound
See if these worst criminal niggas Got tips on they sleeves
What about these real cleaveland niggas called SCT's
[Intro: Layzie]
Close my eyes man and send this one out to all my niggaz on lockdown
Flesh-N-Bone, what up?
(And I bet, nigga ain't even know Bob Barker on penitentiary)
You know I gotta send that lockdown love man, I miss you dawg
(Talk about "The Price is Right")
[Chorus: Layzie Bone {w/ Felecia ad libs}]
I'm sendin out that lockdown looooove
Soldiers on lockdown, all my soldiers on lockdown, we want 'em out now
I'm sendin out that lockdown looooove
Soldiers on lockdown, all my soldiers on lockdown, we want 'em out now
[Layzie Bone:]
Damn; I know it's consequences, but how did you get this sentence?
When you up against the system, and they rulin out repentance
Instead they caused the distance, that got us hopin, wishin
That we could one day hold our loved ones again-gain
Never hold yo' head down, keep it up, that's right keep it up
Cause nigga, yo' nigga gon' keep them books tight
That's right, 'til you get freed up (freed up)
I've been lookin at the world from a whole 'nother angle (angle)
Since you've been gone (gone)
Seein how penitentiary's a big business (business)
And the president doin us wrong (wrong)
Worry not (not) cause we gon' plan, plot and strategize (strategize)
And one day change the world reverse the curse and make sure you right (you right)
Our Heavenly Father is our daily guidance
And he's gonna show us the way (show us the way)
Don't worry be happy, our Heavenly Father, he's gonna show us the way
[Chorus x2]
[Layzie Bone:]
Timin is everything, time is so precious precious precious, worldly wicked lessons
But you still livin, so we can't forget, to count our blessings
Hold on, do what you got to do to come home
It already been too long, nigga when you touch down, it's on
Stay strong, back with Bone, tell them niggaz in there we real out here
Hold it down for these babies, representin, we still out here
In the field out here, tryin to get my hands on a mil' out here
It's our year to shine, it's our year to shine, shine, shine
Whatever you need, I got you bleed; relax and chill, it's on me
It was on for a minute but it's better right now, back the way it's supposed to be
Can't wait for the day that you close to me, how we used to be, my brother
Them Howse boys in the buildin, still cooler than a motherfucker
[Felecia (Layzie):]
We ain't forgot about you, we out here holdin it down
Makin sure everything's straight, when you get out
(I'm sendin out that lockdown looooove)
I know you feel alone, it's a separation
But keep your head to the sky, and be patient
(I'm sendin out that lockdown looooove)
I'm sendin letters and pictures for my smile's contagious
I know you feel the love and when you flip them pages
(I'm sendin out that lockdown looooove)
It won't be long now, we come to this town
Everything's gonna be all right, we are soldiers for life
(I'm sendin out that lockdown looooove)
[Layzie Bone:]
Some soldiers in here doin life, life, life, life
That type of sentence just ain't right, right, right, right
Won't ever see the day of light, light, light, light
But homie you can let yo' mind be free
Ride with me, vibe with me, visualize and slide with me
Just close yo' eyes, let me do the drivin, I can see
Take you on a ride, where all the ballers kick it at
All the baddest bitches come and they ain't afraid to give you that
That's right, that's right backstage at my show
Nigga you startin to get the picture, better keep them eyes closed
It's a stout 5'4" brown sugar tryin to holla
Better take her in that dressin room and get you some polish
And get some
[Chorus x2]
[Felecia (Layzie):]
Lockdown love
To all my sisters locked up, feel me
I'm sending you my love
To all my brothers who locked up, feel me
I'm sending you my love
For those who made a mistaaaaake
I'm sending you my love
For those on death rowwwww
I'm sending you my love
For those who innocent, who innocent
I'm sending you, you, you my love
[Chorus x3]
Nigga, it's all about the drama
Packin' pistols when we ride
Mothafuckas about to die
It's about to be some shit!
[L-Burna]
I'm talkin' 'bout cats in the worst way
Nigga, put it on my birth 'til my hurse lay, right
Nigga, know about Illuminati and they new world order
Nigga, Mo Thug finest runnin' through the mind
And, nigga don't pint the science behind the violence
Call me that mighty rebel makin' moves in silence
Livin' life timeless
Nigga, I be constantly rollin' with the devil on every level
It's a battle war ain't nothin' but a cosmic law
Competition and money to keep the shit raw
Rich stay rich and the poor take off
My nigga, it's the '99
Niggas is out here dyin' getttin' down for they crime
Crime suspect on the string like a puppet, warriors on the frontline
Sometimes it'll make a real thug nigga wonder how we don't go under
Livin' in the last days
I be killin' tryin' to get that million
Better be lucky this mothafuckin rap pays
What'cho gonna do when it come for you?
I'ma tell you right now what my thugs gon' do
We gon' lace our boots, and stand ready to shoot
Kill up all them mothafuckin' boys in blue
No reguards for authorities
Try to dump a nigga up with the Thorazine
You invited to the bloody, bloody horror scene
Know what I mean see you ain't on my team
Nigga, if you sets then mark the target
Who the fuck you think they huantin'?
Make a mothafucka think dauntin'
Truely yours, America's most wanted
[Chorus x4]
Nigga, it's all about the drama
Packin' pistols when we ride
Mothafuckas about to die
It's about to be some shit!
[L-Burna]
Nigga, since I started this shit
Then I'ma finish this shit
Real St. Clair niggas up in this bitch
Bustin' round after round 'til I empty the clip
I do my dirty and dip, so don't trip, and I flip
Musta been the cause for the action
Reason why a mothafucka had to get checked
Nigga, when I step on the set
Then i'll be willing to bet
It's going down in the name of threat
This isn't a promise
I'm the bombest mothafuckin' nigga that you gotta compete with
It ain't no secret to our freaky
Keep this raw, uncut for the streets shit
Peep this game from the nigga from Cleveland
Been around the globe
Did a few shows, and I fucked a few ho's
Made a lotta dough, and I'm itchin' for mo'
So, too many niggas be envious
Wanna hate on the nigga with the benjamins
Tryin' to plot on another nigga dividends
Though the life we live gets strenuous
And we gettin' it how me and my niggas
We outrang hustlas, thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck these haters
Everytime a nigga makes moves, it's major
Pager blowin' up, and nigga my celly off the hinges
Mo' money, mo' money, mo' business
Rollin' in Bentlys, Jags and Benzs
Nigga for the two triple zero, represent new millenium heros
And just like Bone Thug rolls
Little Lay gon' keep on kickin' in doors
[Chorus x4]
Nigga, it's all about the drama
Packin' pistols when we ride
Mothafuckas about to die
It's about to be some shit!
[L-Burna]
My stuff is in motion, lock and load
Nigga better tell 'em 'bout the gunline, boss
Cause nigga, you cross it, you leakin' like a faucet
Remember we take no shorts or no losses
Play a nigga hard
Cause we're marchin' through the darkness
Could it be the light at the end of the tunnel?
Plus we animals in this jungle
Prayin' on the victims, livin' life gung-ho
I don't know, and Layzie don't give a fuck
Platinum nigga, and I still'll bust
While I'm here, nigga I'm gon' live it up
Keep puttin' this down and won't give it up
Is it real or what?
Why you wanna judge me?
Nigga better mind his perogitives
So you gotta give, takin' hostages
Ain't none of y'all mothafuckas gotta live
Whatever plot this is I'm playin' my role
Told you before ain't no bitch in my song
Did I mention I roll with the uzi
I bet you got instruments, just click on you ho's
Bombin' on you fake niggas
How much of this bullshit you willin' to take, nigga?
Say we eliminate and we erase these niggas
Weed out these niggas, and break these niggas
Y'all ready for the thug world order?
I'm ready to ride
Nigga, lets do this
For the Mo Thug, 7th Sign, Thugline
For the love of Eazy, it's Ruthless
And the truth is nigga, we run this thang
Nigga better duck when the gun go bang
Forever i'll be thuggin' for the love of the game
And it ain't gon' change
Nigga, lets go hang
[x2]
To all my thugs and hustlas down to ride
To all my thugs and hustlas on the line
(It's about to be some shit!)
To all my thugs and hustlas down to ride
To all my thugs and hustlas lock n load, lock n load
[Verse 1]
I hit the scene with another persuasion
A criminal invastion
Nigga thats what I'm workin with
Is it my fault or your fault
This world got me goin awol
Whatever the case may be you better believe lil lay play yall hey yall
This ain't the endin it's really just beginnin
Grinnin lord forgive my sinnins and we are can come up winnin
I'm determined to make this work
Just hopin my music makes a difference
A change for better thangs
But most of all a better way
You know we pray and we pray and we pray like every day
But I think we need a little more faith
From across the word of my shoulder
A nigga is gettin older
And everyday I'm out here gettin closer to go
[Chorus]
Momma listen I'm on a mission for my future
If you new the new the was I perssure the common shoot
That you would listen, but you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
Brother listen I'm on a mission for my future
If you new the new the was I perssure the common shoot
That you would listen, but you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
Burn listen I'm on a mission for my future
If you new the new the was I perssure the common shoot
That you would listen, but you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
[Verse 2]
Sometimes it feels like a niga be talkin the wind
Late night when I'm in my Benz
Thinkin bout my homies in the pin
And my layin in bed and tucked in
And properly fed
Ima make it baby even if I have to bone wit bed
See I ain't worried bot the scrilla cause Ima go getta
A street livin thug nigga by night you should get the picture
Ima a acquir what I quin
Inspired by the pain
You can't retire from the game
When you got everything to gain can you
I'm leavin on the next plain
I don't know when I'll be back again
Trust me and wait for me
I'm hopin everything will be the same
I'm leavin on the next plain
I don't know when I'll be back again
Trust me and wait for me
I'm hopin everything will be the same
[Chorus]
Bone listen I'm on a mission for my future
If you new the new the was I perssure the common shoot
That you would listen, but you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
Mo thug listen I'm on a mission for my future
If you new the new the was I perssure the common shoot
That you would listen, but you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
[Verse 3]
If I ain't here with you right now
My nigga I'm with you in the heart
How it was just from the start
Y'all know we ain't never gonna fall apart
We know the art of wa
And we pssin it to our children
Yall really don't believe when we say its veary as we real it
Pump your first
You can resist
This thug shit we got to offer
Mo sext just might cost ya
Better pin with the lord who brought ya nigga
I know your moma taught you better than that
And when its cold outside put on a coat and a hat fool
[Chorus]
Momma listen I'm on a mission for my future
If you new the new the was I perssure the common shoot
That you would listen, but you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
Brother listen I'm on a mission for my future
If you new the new the was I perssure the common shoot
That you would listen, but you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
Burn listen I'm on a mission for my future
If you new the new the was I perssure the common shoot
That you would listen, but you can't hear me
So I guess I'm going solo I'm still living
[Talking]
And the moral of the story is
All for one, one for all
"It's on nigga" [gunfire]
"It's on nigga" [gunfire]
"You ain't a killa... " [boom]
"You ain't a killa... " [gunfire]
"Uhh, you ain't a killa"
[Verse 1: Skano a.k.a. Skant Bone]
You know thuggin is my specialty
So you haters and bustas'll better calm down and listen up carefully
Beef doesn't trouble me
We can handle it like men or take it to the streets
I hear a lot of rap cats and they think they good
Talkin all that gangsta shit just to get a buzz
Okay, I hear you got a deal, but yo' image is fake
All that shit you talkin boy don't hold no weight
I told you niggaz is pussy, and I tell it to ya face
I don't need a bunch of niggaz but for you it's a different case
Skant Bone's the name, y'all don't wait thug nigga
I tell this to a nigga's face he ain't no killa
[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]
From down the way to St. Clair, we niggaz be uncompared
Tell the motherfuckers we come from round here - right here
Pull the wig on a bitch, and I gave that bitch a gig
Cleveland is the city that I come from
[Chorus: Mo Thug Family]
Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four!
Steady talkin shit and they ain't ready for the war
Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four!
Retaliation, is what we came here for
Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four!
Steady talkin shit now they don't want it no mo'
Hut one! Hut two! Hut three! Hut four!
Steady talkin shit and they ain't ready for the war
[Verse 3:]
When I pull out the shottie, y'all better stop hatin (please stop hatin)
If not I leave more spots on your bodies than dalmations (dalmations?)
I don't think y'all niggaz really know who y'all facin (who they facin?)
In the booth, they say them dudes hotter than Satan
But when it's beef, we known to slaughter niggaz like Jason (who?)
I put the steel in your mouth and I ain't talkin 'bout braces
I hear y'all thugged out niggaz turn Christian like Ma$e did (amen)
Nigga face it y'all ain't gettin with Bone; bitch nigga be gone
[Verse 4:]
Yeah, stackin raps, ball bats and concealed government gats
Puttin a high level iron into your bloodstream and this is a fact
Nigga we fill blocks deep with it, murder she wrote
Think this is a joke? Got killers that'll go for your throat
Better yet, leave you crumpled in the corner like a, pile of dog feces
You gon' need the likes of Osama bin Laden and Bush to fuckin see me
I'm a folk with enough folk, to focus on a focal point
And leave you and your fuckin lungs collapse
Cause of my killers man, I'm guaranteed to pick up the first slap
[Chorus]
[Verse 5: PD]
I'm back hoes, stack dough, slam 'Llac do's
While yo' eyes stay shut, mine wide tryin to see mo'
Let's see if you could see Mo (Mo) Thug
There's no names on slugs, I light flames to bud
Any problem, wanna see a nigga
I'm "Flipmode" but this ain't Rah Digga
But it's war, can you dig it?
It's written but to feel it, I'm spittin, you trippin
Quit shittin with that bull my nigga this is the shit
[Verse 6: Lil' D]
When the beef is on, these niggaz is gone
The only way they get a tan for standin in line too long
They call on the zone in them small helicopters
Cause when I spit I drop shit like unibombers
We don't play, we collide head on with the drama
Equipped with nine llama, D.O.A. at the trauma
Your momma, sheddin tears blamin it on younger peers
Keep a hammer close near, and approach all fears; yeah!
[Chorus]
[Verse 7:]
It's - America's most wanted, I step in the club zonin
I see a couple of hooters that I might go home with
But - then in the meantime, mug to these three guys
These enemies don't want beef so they best respect mine
This tec-9, wrap around waistline, don't play live
Cause they ain't, knowin we pay them bosses to stay calm
Napalm bombs in the vest, that's what you askin fo'
Cause you don't wanna be six feet stickin yo' ass to asphalt
[Verse 8: Thug Queen]
Note for my Queen bitches with telekinesis my thesis
Cause it's this power of people in the streets give me freedom
No need for competition, in a league of my own
I'm a die with my boots on, laced up strong
Everybody wanna be a thug, I'm a primadonna of this side
I'm a straight rider, don't get too close I might harm ya
Never roll with chickens, eleven roll with killas, ridin 'til I die
Military mind - hut one, hut two, hut three, hut four, hut five!
Shit!
[intro skit plays until 1:03]
[Layzie Bone:]
Yeah, yeah (yeah, yeah)
L-Burna (L-Burna baby)
It's not a game (it's not a game)
Uhh, what?
Layzie Bone bringin it to ya like (what what)
Where I'm from it's cutthroat
Grimy is the way we live and whinos is dopefiends
Occupyin an abandoned buildin, smokin in the alleyway
Across from where the children play
Bullets ain't got no names on 'em but they flyin around the stray
Chasin after the innocent ones when the wicked ones they goin hard
Tell me why is it like this dawg, why the ghetto leave me permanent scars?
No time for education, we hustlin just to eat
Scramblin tryin to make it man, it is hectic on these streets
The fiend is what they issue out, tell me what yo' issue about
The landlord want his money now but the landlord 'bout to kick you out
Baby needs some Pampers too, plus a can of Similac
She blew that money smokin crack, why you think she seem like that?
Damn my story grim like that, and it's always been like that
Did the Lord take my blessings away? If he did, can I win 'em back?
Hope he got a plan for me and I pray he don't forget my name
14 years old I'm already knowin life is not a game
Pain and this agony, best friends backstabbin me
You don't wanna see me come up, y'all niggaz just want to laugh at me
But y'all don't know the half of me, if you did you wouldn't judge me
Would everybody be diggin a thug when a thug be livin lovely?
And I know because I made it out, but I musta made a U-trun
I'm right back where I started dawg, and ain't none of y'all concerned
This time I got bail money if I have to move that white again
Lock me up throw away the key and I know y'all ain't gon' write again
Standin on my own two, dyin with my boots on
Ready for whatever come my way if I'm forced to face the truth holmes
In and out of group homes, they say Little Lay's defiant
But I'm searchin tryin to find my way, lookin for some guidance
My role model's the dopeman, pimps killers and thieves
They say these streets, is the way so I guess this is the life I lead
Speedin up a one-way, the wrong way, from which I came
If I can't do it can be done,
If I can't do it can be done,
If I can't do it can be done,
It can be done.
If I can't do it can be done,
If I can't do it can be done,
If I can't do it can be done.
Let me take you back to the dusta
Get the game from the Busta...
Cut the with the exorcism,
Ain't no competition
I let em given
When I... give they will
Learn the truth,
How burn the boo,
I put on the clinic, I'm good,
I earn it too, Straight... on the
Niggers chew
It's getting contagious, that
We can take... night flu
Running wow, what a double pomp,
When I can't come back
I will let it dump,
To the lady hard ship,
Niggers keep bringing a double...
... tight jeans they don't have
Niggers don't even ride Mustang,
Don't scale boards with the soldiers at
Heavy... on the
Niggers on the board zone, with the
Hustle lone, with the lower gas,
Try to find the point, try their
Best to avoid the join murder on the
Government, destined boys,
We wanna be happy but... together
Survival life ain't fun,
I'm bringing back real shit if
I can't do it, it can be done.
If I can't do it can be done,
If I can't do it can be done,
If I can't do it can be done.
If I can't do it can be done,
If I can't do it can be done,
If I can't do it can be done.
I'm feeling like now and never,
I'm feeling reach and try,
I'm finished forever I'm young,
But the best is
I'm a new fool with a from
The old school
Like the day before, ready for
The war, let's go, let's go,
Don't' let... let me roll the
Pistols won't blow,
Rise my when I I blow like a brow
Even on the,.. take it to the
Streets who wanna compete,
Ladies can't defeat, the better
They come I berry up
From the night, night, conspiracy.
They told me the mission was impossible
If you got the no option.will
Cause I'm breaking you off,
The lyrical architect is
Connected after you,
I think we can... it all,
I think we can change the world,
I... yes we can, in the place of glory,
Your story, your worry victorious,
I'm... notorius
I'm cracking 'cause I'm all beyond
That money paper, paper, paper,
Is it I'm just tryin' focus watchin'
This hates, hates, hates,
Before I take no shit,
I keep this real as a gift,
[Intro: Layzie]
Hold on man
Anybody got some swisha sweets, some optimos, cigarellos?
(Man somebody got a lighter or somethin?)
Y'all niggaz talk too much
[Chorus x2: Layzie – singing]
I get higher, higher, baby
Let that fire, burn through the night
It's that fire, fire, baby
I'm inspired by the weed in my life
[Layzie Bone:]
They say a friend with weed is a friend indeed
Gimme that smoke, no sticks, no seeds
For the best, oh yes, I'll spend that cheese
While I'm blowin off in the breeze
With the top dropped and the glock cocked, lookin out for them crocked cops
And them niggaz that's tryin to plot, but this fire I got is hot
Hocus pocus, niggaz magic here, I'm like the ball that's crystal clear
I can see the future here, takin over is comin near
Makin me think about perseverin, in my heart it's near and dear
All about weed, nothin but weed, I can see it in my dreams
Clouds white as sheep, all fluffy and deep
And when I take it out the sack, I wanna roll it up
So we can get hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh
Makin me feel like you wanna be
Get hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh
Vote for weed, it'll set you free
Smoke is hot, they notice me, smell it on my clothes, wanna come close
I suppose, I thugs the most, like Toucan Sam I'm a "follow my nose"
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Follow your nose, it always knows, the white is kush, the purple is 'dro
Chocolate is brown fo' sho', but what I name is gon' blow
Blowin, rollin indo we go
To the other side of the planet's axis, grindin fo' sho'
All in Amsterdam at the coffee shop, eatin chocolate, we spark the lot
All of you Americans shiesty man, we do our chiefin in the parkin lot
Thanks a lot, taste what I got, on the menu it was bounty
The po-po give us no love, except for Humboldt County
In Spokane I be the spokesman, I'm tellin you they my folks man
They get it wide open, them motherfuckers be smokin
In South Central it's dangerous, they lock you up with no quesiton
In Cleveland dawg it's the same way, these ghetto life confessions
We was blessed back in the hippy days, but we just can't let 'em slip away
So roll one for the flower child, they did they thang in the heyday
Back in the days it was okay, but now we gotta be cautious
You gotta have the cannibus card, if you really wanna be flawless
I mean lawless
[Outro: Layzie]
I mean lay off your job (relax)
Relax on the aesthetics, smoke some weed!
I mean roll up a fat-ass blunt homeboy and just do what you do
Y'knowmsayin? (Blaze it up my niggaz)
Teflon, ay nigga, smoke some weed!
Criminal and Mr. Capone-E, smoke some weed!
Big Dank, nigga go ahead smoke some weed!
Lieutenant Jesse James, smoke some weed!
Mo Thug Family, smoke some weed!
Thin C, Dre Ghost (yeah) what? (Dirty Red)
Denzo (DJ Skail) smoke some weed! (DJ Ice)
Ken Dawg, nigga, smoke some weed!
Krayzie Bone go on ahead nigga, smoke the weed! (Stew Deez)
Wish Bone, go 'head, smoke the weed! (PD, Lil D)
Flesh, you in jail but nigga, smoke some weed! (Skano!)
Hey Bizzy Bone nigga, smoke some weed (smell me?)
Yeah (smell me now?)
Get that stress off your motherfuckin mind (smell me? Hey, hey)
It's a crazy mixed up world my nigga, smoke some weed!
Hiiiiiiiigh, so hiiiiiiiigh
[Intro:]
Super incredible!
The invasion! (Thick & Thin, Thick & Thin)
Super incredible! (Thick & Thin, Thick & Thin)
Super incredible!
Come one, come all (Thick & Thin, Thick & Thin)
C'mon, let's do it
[Chorus: Thin C.]
I don't remember - uhh, uhh, uhh (so sexy girl)
Though you're a winner (you're wonderful babe, wonderful babe)
Was it September (tell me) October (tell me) November (tell me)
When I was in ya...
[Thin C.:]
She walked up to me like it was time to play
That Brazilian butt, I couldn't place her face
She said she remember how my skin taste
How deep my stroke went, how my 12-guage loaded
How her shit exploded, the story unfolded
So I rolled up a blunt for some extra steam
Still scrollin through my mind tryin to remember this queen
Tryin to revisit the scene, is it all for the dream?
Cause I'm a nigga real as in this for a game of tag team
She said but on that night, she only had me
I said "Well is that right? What's your name lady? "
No need to think I'm shady or crazy, to be a freak is my nature
Please don't be insulted
I'm still really tryin to recall it
It's lights camera action when these thugs get to ballin
Every afterparty for the sexy and naughty, clothes get to fallin
[Chorus]
[Thick C.:]
If I could remember, that would be a sin
Cause been so damn, any (chka) I been in
But, I, don't remember (don't remember)
But I remember when I was up in ya
January, February, was it March?
April May (April May) to the day (to the day)
Three on Wednesday (three on Wednesday) four Thursday (four Thursday)
Friday, Saturday, gimme mo', gimme mo'
To the glass, pour the Mo
Pretty legs, shiny lips, Cuban curves
She stepped out, a goddess
But me Thick C., I stay modest
But me Thick C., I stay modest
Step back (step back) took a look (took a look)
She licked her lips and just shook, ahhh
All over her body, it was latte
[Chorus]
[Thin C.:]
I'm flawless when I toss it, run it like a faucet
Fast forward and pause it, somethin like cerebral palsy
Hop on out them drawers babe, Mo Thug party
Headliners on call, daily
And maybe that's why it's kinda hard to even cock a lady
Everybody just dance, c'mon, uhh
C'mon, yeah, dance for me (dance for me)
Uhh, yeah, Thick C.!
[Thick C.:]
You're simply wonderful baby, you're simply beautiful baby
You're so incredible baby, you're simply drivin me crazy
Can I dance with'chu baby? Can I touch you baby?
Or did touch ya baby, if I touched ya baby
Can I touch you again?
Can I bring more cause she brought two other friends
Third-eye tripod extended lens, breathe mo' in my hand
Pose for me again, let me see it again
[Chorus x2]
[Thin C.:]
[Chorus x8]
How long, how long will it last?
I know I'm lost, how long will it last?
[L-Burna]
It's on and crackin' right about now
Cause I'm on my own two feet
Moved outta my mama's house for good
And now I'm addicted to the streets
It's fast livin', that's what I was bread for
Reason my niggas keep fallin' down
Livin' locked up in the jail cell
But oh well, 'cause it's 3-C callin' out
Nigga, wild as a juvinile
Big ballin' to feed my destiny
Had to get up, get out, and get somethin'
Nigga, 'cause ain't nobody helpin' me
Nigga was fourteen in '89
Shoulda seen little Layzie grind
If a nigga came short, he gave me mine
It was all about the scrilla, nigga
Real niggas like you know
My big nigga here know
We was on the block sellin' chop chops with Wally and Lorenzo
It was a school of real livin'
And that's where a nigga learned to survive
Learned my tactics to stay alive before I was old enough to drive
Comin' from a family of thieves
Nigga tried to live the Scarface dream
But I guess everything ain't what it seems
Idolize them niggas on TV screens
But I had to have it, after mathmatics
I continued smashin'
More niggas zipped up in plastic
Nigga, how long will it last?
[Chorus x8 ]
How long, how long will it last?
I know I'm lost, how long will it last?
[L-Burna]
And it wasn't long before a nigga got cuffed up
Cuffed up, roughed up by the po po
And them pussy ass cops that took me down
I guess they was after my mojo
I kept my mouth closed and eyes open
Waitin' for the day they release me
With this game still runnin' thru my veins
Nigga, my love for the streets ran deeply thru the blood
Mental thug
Nigga, this shit didn't come from no rappin'
It came from minglin' in the hood
Straight up to no good, fightin' and scrappin'
Back on the scene, where I belong
Damn near everything goin' wrong
My lyrics for life is to be my song
Nigga took a hot one to the dome
But I made it thru and got heated heavy
Packin' pistols to protect my corner
On the foul nigga, you's a goner
Mothafucka better peep my persona
That's when the hood broke into sections
Jackin' these niggas for what it's worth
No nigga, your terf is my terf
As long as I run this earth
And it's about that murder
Nigga, and gun play from monday nigga 'til sunday
If you want me
Nigga, come get me
Lettin' off rounds, comin' up from one way
My lady said baby chill nigga, you movin' too fast
And I told the girl, I gotta get this cash
I don't know how long it's gon' last
[Chorus x8]
How long, how long will it last?
I know I'm lost, how long will it last?
[L-Burna]
I guess it don't stop up in this bitch
Cause nigga, the plot keep gettin' thicker
All it is it's about these figgas
Nigga, just fuck with your little nigga
I made a few moves to get out the ghetto
Advance to a whole new other level
Now we Mo Thug mighty rebels
Nigga, we toatin' deadly metals
Puttin' the pedal to the floor
Mashin' 'til 3 thousand and fo'
If it ain't about no money what the fuck you in this fo'
Better pack your shit and be ready to roll
Or get rolled over
Told ya Lightnin' will learn ya
Either duckin' to L Burna
Better mind your business if it don't concern ya
Multi platinum Mo Thug
Nigga, we a raw ass dynasty
I'ma show you how Cleveland's finest be
Y'all punk mothafuckas keep eyein' me,despisin' me
Wanna ride with me get high with me, but won't die for me
Y'all punk mothafuckas can't roll
This on some real shit
[Chorus: repeat til fade]
How long, how long will it last?
[Hook:]
We goin hard hard hard hard
N it ain't no stoppin
The money buildin up it's like the industry is knockin like
Bone bone bone bone bone bone bone
We hear ya knockin like
Bone bone bone bone bone bone bone
We hear ya knockin like
Hard hard hard hard
N it ain't no stoppin
The money buildin up it's like the industry is knockin like
Bone bone bone bone bone bone bone
We hear ya knockin like
Bone bone bone bone bone bone bone
We hear ya knockin like
[Layzie Bone:]
I hear n seein callin my name
Like "Layzie you taking too long"
I'm up in the lab, cookin n cuttin
Bakin n makin new songs
I'm gonna kill this, start to the finish
My music made for the indus (try)
For them thug niggas n killas
Yup n all of them beautiful women
When I drop it, they gon drop it low
All of them niggas in the hood
We got them cockin foe's,
So heres what propose
Unwrap the package to the survival kit
Pop the CD in the player, playas ride to this
N see how live we get
It's undeniable hits
We put some magic in the music
This as fly as it gets
We gettin high foreal
Yea I'm supplyin the spliff
N let it burn to the ceilin
Puttin fire to brick
[Hook]
[Krayzie Bone:]
They knockin, beatin down the door
Ready to get that fix in mayne
Ready to split that spliff n blaze
I bet this is tripped a way
Garanteed to keep ya peakin, tweakin
Let it be the reason
We keepin the people fiendin
We see what the people needin
Murda music
That murda music
BONE
Just wanna get you in the zone
Maybe ya mind control
I'm comin around the court
I'm blazin, amazin em
I shoot the lot of hatahs
No need namin em, no fame for them
SUCKAS
I gotta remind em
I'm not the busta you can muscle
Or try to hustle
Cause this is anybody gut go
Stop! don't you hear em knockin?
You punk, keep on knockin but you can't come in!
[Hook]
[Flesh N Bone:]
Bone Thug, Uni-5 the worlds enemy
That's the new, conservin em
Somethin that's good n plenty
Doin the shit we provin
Good funky music
We'd like to thank ya'll for choosin
It could be rhythm n blues
It don't really matter the drama
We can 'fluence, we the troop
My niggas stepped on n seen
The innovation just in time
Cause they finna desperately need good ovation
It's a celebration goin on
Now that Flesh N Bone is home
You been congratulated
For keep on playa hatin
We still stompin strong
Damn near 20 years in the makin
Dj smallz will be found in critical condition after playin the bitch
Excuse me never play me
All the fat girls try to act all good fronten the stunt for the ballers aint hood
Tryin to hook up with a rapper if they could
or a basket ball player going hard on the wood
money on the wood make the bank go good
don't it
and the squares don't pay
cuz the square wana bang little mama be the hottest of the heater
the only way he getin in her pants is if you cheat her
little cheater chick faster than a cheater
spider with the __________ when the light nigga meat her
slide down the poll when she froze with a night school
how you think she got your back when when the light still
unlike you she lookin for a tycoon
the night be on she don't like you
yup she hit your pokets like a typhoon
good girls do bad things and men like you
trig
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
you treat hoes like ladys maken babys get a good girl and you think shes crazy
whana lock you down and wife her up
you aint tryen to get marryed you just like to fuck
now tell me why do all the good girls swallow
it's a compation I know but the bitch don't know
im gana frick you so nasty when I get that hoe
bad girls might do it every day good girl might do it your way
its like no new chest the more she say it the more you get
so when I say bitch
don't stop suckin my dick
you beter not quit that shit
got all these girls sayin lick my click
hell no
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the girls up in the club drop your ass and show me love
good or bad girls shake it fast
turn around and drop that ass
shake that sugar shake that shit
shake that sugar shake that shit
shake that sugar shake that shit
shake that sugar shake that shit
all the girls up in the club drop your ass and show me love
good or bad girls shake it fast
turn around and drop that ass
shake that sugar shake that shit
shake that sugar shake that shit
shake that sugar shake that shit
shake that sugar shake that shit
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
all the good girls wana go bad go bad go go bad
[ad libs for first 14 seconds]
[Layzie:] We them thugstas from the 9-9
[Chorus x2: Layzie Bone (Dre Ghost)]
Got game, do thangs, big thangs (it's them thugs, it's them thugs)
We them thugstas from the 9-9
Got game, do thangs, big thangs (it's them thugs, it's them thugs)
We them thugstas from the 9-9
[Layzie Bone:]
Nigga I'm "The Answer" like A.I., and "The Truth" like T-Mac
It's Little Layzie Bone puttin my city on the map
Got more game than a motherfuckin referee
That be the shit, motherfucker you wanna step to me
Niggaz that wants to test that nigga Lay' Bone, call up Kray' Bone
Flesh Bone, Wish Bone, niggaz be gettin +Bizzy+ on
Any nigga think they ready to fuck with the Thugs
You catch a slug fuckin with us, nigga you know we gets 'em up
It's the certified platinum playas pimpin through your city
Got niggaz lookin with envy cause they bitches wanna get with me
We the worldwide ballers now, and everywhere I go
I keep my heat right by my side, in case y'all ain't know
[Chorus]
[Dre Ghost:]
Now Dre Ghost reppin from L.A. to Cleveland, city to fuck with L.B.
And we migrated to grimy down to the A-T-L, feel me?
And we stay thuggin in the streets to make our ends meet
By all means necessary we've got to put it down
So lace your boots up now if you're thuggin with us
Definition to the streets; in thugs we trust
It's a must that we bust, that means shit is fucked up
But we gots to handle it, dismantle it, and that's for them and not us
You won't see what I'm sayin, you need to read between the lines
Think about dangerous minds, true thugs don't die
We'll multiply in size, through harmony it was taught
Off St. Clair and 99, perfect timin was brought
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
They tell me y'all be slitherin, better stay away from them bitter men
Cause niggaz'll catch you slippin and leave you stankin like a chit-lin
Hoes and they gang guys thinkin everythang perfect
Better come clean like detergent and get that [? ] like a surgeon
I ain't talkin about Dr. Dre, the Dre that's a Ghost
The one you see with mighty Mo Thug, that be thuggin the most
Coast to coast, Cleveland to Cali, Chuck Taylor and Bally's
And I ain't tryin to form a committee, I'm keepin it alley
With my dopeman, [? ] in Hollis
In my six-tre Impala, with a Benzo to follow
Swallow baby, holler baby, if you all about the dollar baby
We just so polished baby, Mo Thug niggaz live and crazy
[Dre Ghost:]
Oooh yes, it's Thugs
It's them thugs, it's them thugs...
It's them thugs, it's them thugs...
[Layzie Bone:]
Deuce-double-oh-tre
Layzie Bone, representin for all my fallen soldiers
I keep my, feet on the concrete, and I ride for the cause
That's why this opportunity still knockin like I would in my balls
Forever the, hood in me dawg, and yeah the law is still trailin
Been some time since I been drug sellin, they labeled me a thug felon
And at least they think so, see me rollin in my Benzo drivin
I-90 East on the freeway, po-po and they wanna stop me
They see me leave the projects, pick up suspicious objects
My cousin Skano had that sticky green so I went to cop it
They always fuckin with me, just got a Denali truck
They hate that I'm it with the windows tinted, finna roll this up
And I know they hate to see me, they smell the leather on me
As soon as they ask me for license I'm quick to flash it on 'em
And sure done rollin 'em proper, cause dawg I learned my lesson
Big Wally told me to get legit so I can roll with weapons
And I pray the Lord he bless 'em, I pray he R.I.P.
Forever I'm holdin down your legacy in these streets
[Chorus: Layzie - singing]
So we pour this liquor out
For the thugs that's gone, for the thugs that's gone
And if you feelin what we talkin about
Then you know we mourn, and you know it's on
Even though they all gone home
You know life goes on, and it won't be long
'til we see each other again
It goes on and on on, and on and on on
[Layzie Bone:]
We wanted the money and the power, remember how quick it all came?
Little hustlers gettin it, makin that dough, already we thick in the game
We thought we as slick as they came, a little bit sick and deranged
Doin thangs, did not seem strange, I can't explain but we had to bang
And your name we keep it poppin, them polished pimpin playas
Represent from everywhere, my niggaz from the Clair
We keep on movin, movin, if I happen to be who next
Just keep on movin, movin, makin these niggaz give respect
Cause I'm that worldwide baller now, and everywhere I go
I keep my heat right by my side, in case y'all ain't know
We wouldn't do shit to start some drama, man we riders for real
Layin our freedom on the line, tryin to provide us a meal
And I'm makin mil's, sellin mil's off record deals, still in the hood
Nigga Troy, Hollywood, Little Boo, it's all good
We love y'all and miss y'all, Tombstone from Mo Thug
You my dawg, and sho' enough, and you know when I show love (that's right)
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
This life is tricky, ain't it? Pictures painted, tainted and distorted
It's like these memories all I have, so I report it and record it
Remember that baby she was gorgeous, not a flaw in the world
But she left us and went to Heaven, oh precious, that beautiful little girl
See we can take it for granted, cause it ain't promised
Never know just how this life is gon' be
Better take advantage as much as you can manage
Cause if you damage it this is all it's gon' be - trust me
Too many celebrities perish, these people we love and cherish
And I had a chance to met Aaliyah, but I was too embarrassed
And I should've took that chance, I heard that from a man
Jam Master Jay was so real, y'all niggaz don't understand
He told me to handle my busniess, make sure I pay my taxes
A little advice from a legend to keep my paper stackin
And I gotta give props to Eazy, that nigga put me on
If he didn't believe in the Thugs, y'all wouldn't have heard of Bone
[Intro: Layzie]
Yeah, I dedicate this one, to all the buddah lovers all across the world
All over the globe, from Amsterdam, to Humboldt County
Miami, Atlanta, Seattle, L.A., New York
You know how we do it baby, Montana
Blaze one up, sit back, and ride to this shit man (ssssmokin)
[Chorus: Layzie Bone]
This is for my weed heads, strictly for my weed heads
This is for my weed heads - the weed don't do no harm
This is for my weed heads, strictly for my weed heads
This is for my weed heads - it works just like a charm
Roll it up, smoke it up, you wanna get high you can toke with us
Nothin but bomb when you fuck with us - take two hits and pass it
Roll it up, smoke it up, you wanna get high you can toke with us
Nothin but bomb when you fuck with us - off two hits you're blasted
[Layzie Bone:]
Man I can't believe it, I'm tweeded
Full of Grey Goose nigga I'm fried
Decided that night to drive
Fucked around and caught a DUI
Too much intoxication
Fucked up and I'm on probation
It's a jacked up situation
And now my P.O. is who I'm facin
Gotta take piss test after piss test
I'm so stressed that I might break
Another mistake I can't take
Can't violate my probate
In jail is no good
But smoke free I can't see
I'm a smoke 'til the day I D-I-E
That's just keepin it real about me
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
You want me to give up Indonesia
Hydroponics and chocolate thai?
Oh me, oh my!
I gotta get high, high, high
Mowie wowie, blueberry
Purple haze, don't tell me
You want me to give up smokin
You jokin cause you can't help me
Any raspberry flavored blunts
Steady yet, make that a Cognac
Hit this weed on contact
I'm high and I'm ready for combat
Can't believe this happenin to me
Got me doin community service
Got a thug got caught up in the system
Paranoid and I'm livin nervous
And you ask me is this worth it?
Look dawg, it's mandatory
That I creep and I smoke my reefa
That's me and this my story
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
If they just legalize the weed man
It'd minimize our crime rate
Everybody be doin they own thang
With nobody have no time to hate
Saddam and Bush would blow a blunt
And I bet they wouldn't be thinkin 'bout war
They'd be gigglin with the munchies
Thinkin of ways that they can feed the poor
Shore to shore, sea to sea
We all want peace but it's in the leaf
That's my belief, it's in the leaf
And all you gotta do is smoke it with me
Roll it with me, toke it with me
Goin fifty on this pound
I'm tryin to get the world to smoke
So blaze it up and pass it around
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone:]
Take two hits and pass it
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