This is how we do it, when we do it
This is how we do it, when we do it
This is how we do it, when we do it
This is how we do it, when we do it
Doesn't it feel good to see us make money?
Feel good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?
And they can't take it from us at all
And if you agree that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"
Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin more Thuggish Ruggish on ya
Krayzie keepin it flaming, so indeed it's fire for ya
Water, don't need none let it burn
Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em turn
Be concerned with these words I got
Whatever they sayin about the Line, we better kill 'em
'Cause I got up and I got mine don't mean I'm trippin
Really left niggaz behind to handle business
They don't understand I'm in it to win it
Thug out with a crowd full of criminals and killers
So pump your fists if ya feel it, hear me
We in it to keep it the realest
With my regime, Thugline team, coming to kill something
Close to 30 million sold and still thuggin, still strugglin
Wassup with Bone? Gotta keep it real, so I tell them, I don't know
Can't think no more excuses when niggaz don't show
We came up from poor, and I'm not going back to poor, no
Doesn't it feel good to see us make money?
Feel good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?
And they can't take it from us at all
And if you agree that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"
For the love of money, I keep it funky
Just thuggin back down in the ghetto
Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em back
By keepin it real, givin 'em shit that they can feel
Like hustlin need more than a mil
Like how to make it on these streets and not be killed before you get grown
Let a nigga go on 'cause he chose to live his life wrong
All I know is life is already short
And you can bring your non-exsistance closer if you want
Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, get'cha thug on (thug on)
Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your buzz on
But must of all you gotta stay sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix
That go for anything you do and they go all to jail, I don't trip
I share a hater to the side, devil ass nigga
Always fuckin up my vibe, that's right now, nigga
You done meet Krayzie Bone, you ain't meet Leatherface
And I don't think you wanna though, no
Doesn't it feel good to see us make money?
Feel good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?
And they can't take it from us at all
And if you agree that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"
My nigga, cover your ears and fuck what you heard (heard)
'Cause it's about they bullshit they be talkin, why?
Niggaz in my business like they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot)
Run up, touch me, get burned, nigga
Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, dropped (what?)
Chickenhead bitch from Miami said we was runnin when the war popped
Hoe stop, you don't know none nigga rollin with me
What shut you puff? My niggaz hold on the B
For most of them niggaz they want peace when we meet
Like we ain't be hearin what they be saying on the streets
So we gotta bring the heat
Speak if you want, but keep it to a mumble
Speak louder than a whisper, oh and we gonna get'cha
Y'all Don't Know Me, ain't that what I told 'em?
Hope they knowin these pistols real's that we toat, jokin
Naw nigga, we for real in the field
Believe what you want, but you suckas know the deal
Doesn't it feel good to see us make money?
Feel good like everyday's sunny
Feel good see us takin off?
Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?
And they can't take it from us at all
Verse 1:
Runnin' with thet AK-47 buckin heated heavy
bustin niggas in the belly, and follow with the 357,
and then the automatic tech'll get 'em
niggaz love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em
hit 'em and I really meant to split 'em
put these niggas on they ass like a overdose of penicillin
murder, nigga wanna pack a pistol wit' it
we got a coffin that'll fit you in it the bullets come wit' it
heard a nigga supposed to be on the stalk
so, now we takin caution when we walk
a lotta niggas could talk, they betta not be actin
nigga betta show me some affirmative action
'cause I'ma take it baby, mo' comin thru blastin
an innocent nigga you turn around and go back
'cause niggas that cross-fires, no lie
the motherfuckin' bullets fly by, be blinded
it's a helluva war so motherfucker bring it on bitch
hell yeah, we been ready for da longest
who you gonna caome wit'
yes, we said it, so nigga that die we got to be ready(ready)
got into the game just a little too deep
now motherfuckers on the creep, but i can't sleep
until my enemies rest in peace(rest in peace)
Chorus:
Runnin' wit' the AK-47 buckin heated heavy
Yeah, nigga love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em(repeat)
Verse 2:
Hey yeah, stacin my artillary shop
to the enemy we fuck up the cops
this shit'll kill 'em on the spot
throw 'em in the lake right over the rocks
and get the fuck away and don't get caught
ya betta hurry nigga, G-O for what ya N-O
so hoe come on, nigga wanna see if it's real, we got promos
stank 'em and tag 'em wit' the forty fo' magnum
get up inside 'em hit the spine, paralyze 'em
listen to the pistol when they whistle
spittin many missiles, splittin niggas to the gristle
hit 'em in the middle of the fo'head
is the motherfuckin hoe dead, oh yeah
reload it, M-11 9 millimeters in the front
pump, post up when we jump out and run
they in the trunk, i told you right in front my seat, i keep heat
you flamin up, the gat is right next to my feet
never know what i will pull out and shoot when I reach
and y'all ain't leavin the scene without bleedin
(stick it to 'em, nigga give it to 'em) however they want it
send it to us, send his role back, trust him.
(Chorus)
Verse 3:
You don't wanna fuck wit' Thugline
now it's the end of the song
and I drunk the whole bottle
I been fuckin with the killa liquor
sippin hennessey and it got me the pen to see
the fuckin enemy that wanna put me deep
paranoia when I'm in the streets
bullet-proof, but they can get me underneath
or in the upper H-E-A-D
and I don't wanna be anotha casualty
so, I gotta be much quicker to release
screamin "Bloody murder!!"
makin motherfuckers eat the mauseberger
undertaker, nigga take 'em under to the wasteland
Leather-Face up in the place
ya betta pin that nigga Krayzie(Krayzie)
never mistake me for these lames that be fakin
playa-hatin, concentratin' , so we eliminatin
we erase 'em, erase 'em
yes, we erase, 'em erase 'em, erase 'em
yes, we erase 'em
Outro:
If you wanna get fucked up
Nigga wanna get bucked up
Jump, if you wanna get fucked up
Nigga wanna get fucked up
Jump if you wanna get fucked up
Nigga wanna get bucked up
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
We hard time, hard time hustlin', hustlin'
Mama been laid off, she ain't workin' no mo'
Papa been laid off, he say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off, he been locked down
For more than two years now
My world is crumblin', time is hard they were before
But, oh, my God, mama mad at pops 'cause he ain't workin'
But today she lost her job, now what in the fuck
Is we suppose to do? We on our last loaf of bread
Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell?
And here come Mr. Bill collector beatin' down our door for dough
Mama say when they come knockin'
Y'all don't say nothin', shh, get on the floor
Kind of hard to see at night
In a house when it ain't got no lights and shit
No gas or water, had to borrow H20 from my relative
Man, it feels like I ain't even here
I'm ready to get up and get all my own
But I got three more fuckin' years
Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto
But the devil won't settle, fuckin' up my levels, he won't let go
I'm livin' to die, it seems I just can't win
Now I'm high but I'm stoppin' to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin
(Nigga damn)
I'm 17 and drinkin' like I'm grown up
I got some problems, plus I need some money
And it's really all because
Mama been laid off, she ain't workin' no mo'
Papa been laid off, he say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off, he been locked down
For more than two years now
Juvenile nigga, done strugglin', hustlin', strugglin' like I want it
Then fuck school, right now I'm hungry
And I can't eat that damn diploma
But on this corner I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yay
Nigga, if business keep going this way me
And my family is fin to be straight
I'm glad I took that fifty dollars that grandma gave me
Bought me a double up, now it's all about comin' up
I'ma pay ya back next week, repeat
Took my ass straight to the block with hand full of rocks
Y'all and it's my first time I'm lowin', watchin' for cop cars
By the end of the night a nigga sold all the rocks
I'm trippin' out lookin' at all the dough I got
I shoulda been came a sold the block and locked it
Made me some profits, so nigga tonight
My people gonna be eatin' on lobster
Hate to say it but I think these streets done really created a monster
'Cause now that I see how quick I can come about breakin' the law
Why in the hell is you steady tellin' me to go and get a job?
Fuck that, nigga, this my thing right now I know
I'm walkin' home happy, smilin' and I ain't even thinkin' about
Mama been laid off, she ain't workin' no mo'
Papa been laid off, he say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off, he been locked down
For more than two years now
Mama been laid off, she ain't workin' no mo'
Papa been laid off, he say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off, he been locked down
For more than two years now
Business was boomin' so a nigga assuming I could do some improving
Like new jewels, clothes, shoes, Cadillac Coupe, I'm out here doin' it
Got me a cold ass broad and that's something I never had
But I'm never mad 'cause I done snagged one bad
One with my young ass, once I turned 18 it was on
But my brother started writing home, tellin' me to leave this shit alone
I say, what? Nigga, he don't know that I'm too deep in this
I'm livin' and breathin' the street shit
And if I don't play the crook, you ain't gonna have shit on your books
Look, gimme a minute, I'll chill in a minute, I promise I will
As soon as I finished this last load, I'ma drop the dice after this last roll
Little did he know, I got no intentions on leavin' this shit here
I'm feelin' to get rich here
When you get out, you'll have some shit here if you still care
Made enough money to move my moms and pops to a new pad
They was suspicious but they ain't trippin'
'Cause this more shit than we ever had
But shit went bad, six in the morning
Crashing through my door was the Feds
And they want that bread, we want you and I'm like ooh, shit
Shoulda listened to my brother, huh? But I'm like fuck it now
Mama got to buggin' out when them po, po got to cuffin' pops
Now I'm in the courtroom when that asked me how I plea
I tell the judge straight up, I've been havin' problems
And it's all because
Mama been laid off, she ain't workin' no mo'
Papa been laid off, he say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off, he been locked down
For more than two years now
Mama been laid off, she ain't workin' no mo'
Papa been laid off, he say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off, he been locked down
For more than two years now
Mama been laid off, she ain't workin' no mo'
Papa been laid off, he say things done got slow
My brother's been laid off, he been locked down
For more than two years now
Gemini, every time I try to use my mind
Seems like I gotta fight two sides
And I never know which one's right
That's my life
Gemini, every time I try to use my mind
Seems like I gotta fight two sides
And I never know which one's right
That's my life
Man since I been off in this music business shit has gotten crazy
I gotta be dealing with devils bitches and bustas daily
All ah dem was screamin' to take me on that long ride
Journey or mission, whatever you wanna call it they tryin' to get me
Listen, I'm hearing voices sayin' kill dem motherfuckers dead
Other voices saying be humble man and understand
I try to be level headed but it seems the devils winnin'
Try to do the right thing but I always end up sinnin', pin me
God won't forgive you when you pray and do the same shit
So I repent, and you can't even pay yo rent, if it ain't no dollars
Ain't no sense right now but as I stop and think
A nigga got kids right now and mine got to eat but they can't eat
If daddy's dead or in jail, so, what would you do choose heaven or hell
If it's hell you'd probably come up fast, and die that's why I wonder
Why heaven ain't the chance on my mind
Listen nigga, you plan on having thought of thangs
Then fuck everybody else, think about your self them
Motherfuckers never gave you shit fuck that nigga take that bitch
You smoke all the motherfuckin' reefa you give, kill any motherfuckers
You feel need to be killed and the niggaz that used to run with you
They ain't you friends them niggas is out to get you
And fuck this ruthless bitch, them motherfuckers ain't paid you
For shit if I was you and you was me, then I'll bust in that office
And take my profits but no, you motherfuckers tryin' to go to heaven
Be broke and ain't nobody bless you what happen to the motherfuckin'
Nigga I know the nigga that was locking the let the guns smoke
You a mastermind you need to say fuck this rap shit and put
It in some crime you money waitin' nigga ya motherfuckin' money
Ways niggas, don't let you know you gotta fight these niggas
You know you got damn right handle my pistol dawg 'cuz
I then got hype, finna be some motherfuckers dying tonight
The shit ain't right 'cuz I den stayed humble and kept it real with
You hoes and motherfuckers try to play me still nigga I know
Yeah motherfuckers is thinkin' a nigga got soft and I dropped
My sawed off and I won't break 'em off but you know a nigga
Show dem niggas, hoe ass niggas told dem niggas
If I had to fake that is was on, stop hold up nigga wait don't go
Makin' a mistake wit your life man fuck this hoe shit niggas
Is 'bout to ride, but wait, what you mean make a mistake
Motherfuckers owe me, but killing ain't the way to get it please hear me
Well how the fuck I'm pose to eat ain't no other way but it is
It ain't fuck that how you feel it is oh shit, you got to pray
They'll be a better day I can bet there'll be a better way, but you
Gotta keep ya faith don't let them demons take your soul
Don't sell your soul no, remember what you reap you so
And if you try to cheat he know fuck that save the world shit
Don't listen to that garbage, don't you know niggas gone die
Hell regardless, don't you got a family nigga what about your daughter
And that's just the reason you should trust in the Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord
So what am I to do, go dance with the devil or be true to you know who
Get paid I make due but the bad is lookin' good and the good is
Lookin' bad, shit you be the judge of that dat
Gemini, every time I try to use my mind
Seems like I gotta fight two sides
And I never know which one's right
That's my life
Gemini, every time I try to use my mind
Seems like I gotta fight two sides
And I never know which one's right
That's my life
Chorus
Scandalous,scandalous,scandalous
Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight
Niggas on the street dont sleep until we eat it
We won't ease up tonight
even if it means we got to pop 'em
For the profit,we drop 'em
They,they,they die,they die,they die
Murda mo'
Kill some more
Murda mo'
Gotta kill some more
Scandalous,scandalous,scandalous
Scandalous niggas wont ease up tonight
All my niggas better get that cash
until we get the cash
we wont ease up tonight
even if it means we got to pop 'em
For the profit we drop 'em
They,they,they die,they die,they die
Murda mo'
Kill some more
Murda mo'
Gotta kill some mo'
verse 1:
Oh,we dont have no money
We gotta get money for food on the table
For feedin the youngins
We steadily strugglin thuggin
Broke and we sellin more dope
Both the dummies and dum-dums
Come on back
Purchase some more
Now whether we mobbin or stick up a store
Fin to get us some dough
My niggas desperate
We aint ate shit since yesterday
but we got a gauge and plenty of shells
I'm smellin money--cash money
(money,money,money)
First baller we see
We run and buck him
Don't give him a chance to reach
all up under his seat
Now,what if he pull out some heat?
Shit,then we really got to kill him
Aint even worth it my nigga
Give up the dough
Dont flex!
My nigga dont try to be no hero
and be glad we only shot you in your legs
Could have been your head
Now what if that there victim was me?
Gettin robbed by these niggas that we
used to be
Id be muthafuckin dead!
Chorus
Verse 2:
You know what we doin up on them police?
We never did love them
Muthafucka we buck 'em
We lucky they die
pullin that heat and beat 'em
Get your pump and we kill 'em all until we rise
If youre feelin me
Pick up your shit,nigga
Cause it's realer than realer,
than realer,than realer,than realer than
most of them niggas
Youre rollin with them niggas,hoes
And im knowin this
Pump up the revolution
Nigga,we go when you come
Join us in a battle and victory
Go down in history
This aint no mystery
Fuck 'em
Let the law end
Cause we simply get the raw end
Coffins open
Dump 'em all in
We can get down on them po-po
When we finished
They aint trippin no more
Get ready
Leave one of us (?)
So my troopers got something to hope for
When we rumble,crash,collide
Now we lockin up the enemy
What that guy did to me was crude and rude
And dont give a fuck about rules
We done been screwed
Been runnin the streets to long
We know every corner,cut,and alley
So when youre patrollin
Dont pull over the wrong Caddy
Never knowin whats on our minds
Were steadily bustin at these po-po
For the hard times
Chorus
Money,money,money
Shit dont be funny when you aint got no
money (money,money)
Bein rich is the shit cause you live so
lovely (lovely,lovely)
Never have to worry
About where you gon sleep or be hungry
(hungry,hungry)
But that's only if you got money
(money,money)
Ooh,ooh,ooh
If murda makes me richer
Then ill be a killa
Buck buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war?
Got to be ready for war
Forward march, pull out your weapon
Aim directly for the heart
Buck the brain and make sure everything stop
And listen to the shells drop
As we steady poppin' round after round
Off trumpets fade around us
Bailin' through the motherfuckin' mud
And rain niggas on a mission
Shirt full of bloodstains but I'm still livin'
'Cause I got the will and the skills
To make it out the killin' field alive and killin' still
This the type of shit I make you want got our suits on
Knowin' and willin' to die with our boots on
Dressed in fatigues this is real we ain't no actors
We don't wear this shit for no fashion
You'll see how real it is when we start blasting
Fake niggas always shoot real blanks
We in the steel tanks
If this was real they'd probably crumble
How you come to rumble
When you scared of what's in the jungle, nigga
Why you tell them people you was killas
I put this on my dead thugs
When they jump we gon' tear it up
Torpedo one, bomb, torpedo two to see the destruction
Military minded so will win
Strategize, that's all I'm fuckin' 'bout is strategies
It's all about reality and nigga that's me
Buck buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war?
Got to be ready for war
Before we fight, I use my mind to pin the situation
Makin' sure the enemies weak before we invade 'em
Then we break 'em, organization is a factor
Comin, from the warrior slash the mad rapper
Makin, pushes jump out the bushes troopers attack
And the heads of the adversaries bring 'em back to me
If you scared you the first nigga dead and the field is gettin' deeper
Drama getting thicker so I pull my pistol quicker
Kill 'em all if they ain't on your team
But watch out for the spies trying to infiltrate
The scene know what I mean
We headed for the justice center
Free all the convicts and let the killas ride with us
Yeah, let's fuck some shit up and get rid of
The law of course voluntarily or by force
This shit just goes on and on
It don't stop until the body rot and they casket drop
In the W A R we are the mighty, the mighty
The mighty, mighty warriors ready
If they spittin' we gone send them bitches slugs
Back it's like that buck buck buck
Buck buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war?
Got to be ready for war
Thugs everywhere, you see them niggas wanna be 'em
Meet the real thuggish, ruggish niggas out of Cleveland
The wasteland warriors wild execution style
Find your body smelling foul
I stay thugged out and enhance my thug mentality
Gotta keep my mental sharper than a pencil
Got bullets in the clip though and you in danger
If you anger me nigga you'll me the one that's in the chamber
Paranoia, don't get too close
I'll blow your fuckin' head right off your shoulders
'Cause everything to me is war I'm livin' in horror
I'll die before captured
(Fuck that)
Fuckin' with these niggas down to the last clip
Remember the casualties dearly departed
Keep poppin' at these coppers
And we'll drop 'em in your honor
You can rest in peace, your killas deceased
Where my thugs at buck buck
Get 'em up so I can see 'em
Buck buck fuck where my thugs at?
Where the fuck my thugs at?
Are you ready for war?
Man, what the fuck is we gone do, man?
Shit, man, I can't believe this shit, man
Them motherfuckers done killed him
We got to ride for this nigga
On them old hoe ass niggas
I say we ride over right there, right now
That's what I'm talking about, let's roll
As we delve through the mud and rain
Straight shots of tongue ease the pain
As we put to rest one of my niggas
That got cut up and lost half his brain
Shit, ain't the same niggas is dangerous
Buckin' like it's the thang to bust
When I looked at my nigga fucked up
I couldn't help thinking this could've been aimed for us
Niggas do hate like that, nigga, you never know
He say a friend but I smell foe
So I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door
So I sleep with the big fo-fo
But what if I fuck up and pull it too slow
You know what they say, gotta go, gotta go
What if I be the one breathing no more, oh well
When I die I want all my motherfuckers to ride
(For me)
On the niggas that did me killed, me committed my homicide
Gather up after the funeral and pull out all the big guns
(Posse up)
Go through every hood poppin' till somebody tell you somethin'
How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die
So I'm begging my niggas to get my revenge
And do it the same night they put me under
Now I'm gone but this thug shit gone live on
Just write on my tombstone he was that thuggish ruggish bone
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(Nigga, you never know when you gone die)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(Say never know when it could be you)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(They leave yo house and don't come back)
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more
(This shit is real and oh, so true)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(Nigga, you never know when you gone die)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(Say never know when it could be you)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(They leave yo house and don't come back)
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more
(This shit is real and oh, so true)
When I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin'
Lying, talkin' 'bout they all love Ryan
And Joey too, you should've seen him at the funeral
Sporting the top hat tuxedo was royal blue murder who
Nigger, I died in the car chase shot
The place like the last scene in Scarface
Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky
Terror Squad till the day I die
I'ma thug, I'ma die high O.D. off the la-la
Niggas tell me get off that weed, I'ma keep smoking on that thai
Nigga, fuck that, I'ma keep hittin' that
(Puff puff)
Till my lung collapse, what's wrong with that?
You hypocrite, just a little bit you know you down with it
It's all good in your hood having laughs
Puff weed to clear my cataracts
Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance
But now I'm there too many dead brain cells
Runnin' 'round inside my head
That's when I died my eyes were blood shot red
Now picture me dead, still getting head in the coffin flossin'
Bitches fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a bigger portion
My niggas talkin', figuring how to get my fortune
While I'm lost in space waiting for Satan and his horseman
Walkin' through fire sparkin' my lighter cloud the sky up
Rising higher and higher, eye to eye with my messiah
Viya Con Dios as I cross the gates of hell
I faced the devil with a shovel and told him brace yourself
Reporters steady ask why KB be talkin' 'bout murder on all the songs
I say 'cuz I could step out the door, somebody could pop and I'm gone
Then they wanna know why I pack chrome for one I'm paranoid
Smoking too much of that weed, what's that I just heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge and I call my boys
Motherfuckers is plottin' to get me, I know when I'm dreaming this
So that's the meaning of this
Nine millimeter heater strapped with infrared beams and shit
So nigga don't trip the reaper, seem to be getting closer
So I'm running from that motherfucker swervin' and duckin' murder
Pistol grip pump protected by the gauge
Mr Sawed-Off Leatherface reload the clip and into the crowd I spray
Murder murder, mo murder, murder, kill, kill, kill
Shit, it's selling but what they ain't telling niggas is that it's real
But you better realize for it be you in the casket dropped
Better get you ass a shotgun and go get a plastic glock
Nigga, don't take murder for no joke, that's like slittin' your own throat
But I tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(Nigga, you never know when you gone die)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(Say never know when it could be you)
Murda mo, niggas, gone kill some more
(They leave yo house and don't come back)
Murda mo niggas gone kill some more
Chorus-
Tell me... What would you do if they took the fame back from you? took the game back on you? Took the name back?
Krayzie
I fell asleep n had a dream that I fell off in the game, nigga no more glammer, no more fame no mo bitches or bank. I cant even buy me a 50 sack 'cause Im broke. Been tryin ta get me a rap deal but they dont love me no mo. Now its serious 'cause niggas are befriended me, now everybody my enemy. Could it really be niggas pretendin ta be my friends 'cause I had the dividends? As I really did I guess I'm not tha shit now, huh? I'm tellin ya niggas ya better hope that I dont rebound, uh. I had money, quick fast money, the cash money, I flashed money, but I should'a been smart enough to stash money. Now I'm back on the black I'm marchin back ta square one, n I got a pocket full'a stones, damn I wish I'd wake up. But I kept dreamin I was slangin rocks, while watchin for cops, n I kept my nine millimeter glock cocked, case it had ta be shot. I went from makin platnum records ta stugglin back in the ghetto. Chasin paper like I'm crazy, but it aint nuttin but tha devil. I dont care though, I was willin ta risk it all, even my life, (thats right) I had already lost it all, even my wife. So I'm ready to die. Fuck my girl n fuck the world. If I dont get some cash somebody's ass gunnin be deader than a mutha fucka n I aint laughin. I'm used ta livin lavish, havin fancy material. I used ta be a rapper, but shit now I'm a criminal. I'm livin low, feels like I can die right here. This dream really dunn turned into a nightmare.
-Chorus-
Krayzie
Now shit is serious, 'cause I gatta get some paper today. I'm thinkin bout rollin up on some bustas, pullin my guage out n spray. (buck buck buck) Better yet I'm thinkin bout robbin a bank, before ya now it I'm at the safe with a gun at the back'a the bank tella. Hey fella, Imma need all ya chedda. LeathaFace down, so they wont get now description. Up in the safe now. If you got some children you'll listen. Look nigga just dont piss me off, 'cause I'm already tickin. N can roll with the menace, so chill with the conversation. So pop this combination, now.
-Chorus-
Krayzie
aww shit Im back in the mix, he opened the safe, im finna be rich. I filled that sack with some chips. Im thinkin Im bout to dip, this nigga done hit the switch. so, on reflex I shot him. Didnt want to, but I got him reight between the eyes. I droped him, as a murder case. Grabbed the money n run out the door, tha po-po was waitin fa sho. So I did the only thing I know, let off. shot buck buck buck. Dipped ta the cut, ta the getaway car. Then I pumped the trunk incase I had drama. Im havin drama, they got me trapped in tha back'a tha alley. I'm runnn' behind a bucket, grabbin the pump n I'm ready ta buss' it. Helocopters was hoverin over me, real quick I got ta do somethin. I start runnin, buckin tha guage, refuse to be stuck in a cage. I'd rather be numb in a grave, then bein here fucked in the cage. to late to save me now LeathaFace comin crazy now. Get out my way 'cause the guage is cocked. I spit at two niggas flammin hot slug. Get up n shoot n move, lets do this, ready move, with nothin ta lose. Done already lost it, if you was smart you'd back up off me coppers. Aw shit they let off shots n got me dead in the chest. I knew they got me 'cause my t-shirt was wet. (pump...)I'm bearly breathin, I'm thinkin I'd be dead soon, but I passed out n woke up right back in my bedroom.
Try me if you feelin' lucky
And you think you wanna fuck with me, come on
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Try me, every action's guaranteed
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Load up your shit and get in the car
(Come on, come on, come on)
I'm down to ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs
And these hoes who claim they mobsters
'Cuz they cloggin' up the game
Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin' anything
And tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid
I'm tellin' 'em, that's the wrong way
Can't say you thug and then be fake
Nigga, that's the point I'm tryin' state in this case
But niggas ain't feelin' me, though
So yo, I say we weed 'em out and heat 'em up
Heard you woofin', yeah, we heard 'em, let us see them nuts
And then if he really jump, more power to ya
But no matter how it go, nigga we still
Gon' be bringin' it thug style to ya, buckin', boo, yah
Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun
Because they know when it's static
We gon' handle it however it come
And nigga whoever it's from
Sure ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with
If they human then they ain't shit, we can't control
And if they bleed and they need oxygen to breathe
Nigga ya die, never fear no man
No matter the size the bigger, the harder they fall
Got somethin' for all of y'all, especially [unverified]
Tech'll chop him up, now he ain't half the man he thought he was
I bet these niggas think they rappin' so they actin'
So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at ya
Exactly at ya
Try me if you feelin' lucky
And you think you wanna fuck with me, come on
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Try me, every action's guaranteed
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Roll through my city, I see niggas watchin'
Probably plottin', schemin' to rob me, take all the money
And dump my bloody body, I'm sorry not me
I stay alarmed and be alert whether you're goin' to play or work
Make sure you got you pistol first, be ready to burst
Hesitation could bring up a fucked up situation
Like you leavin' in the body bag, zipped up, slip up that body tag
So if you spot him, blast, better him than you, huh?
I'm tellin' you now that me and my thugs
Can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk
So, what's the bullshit?
We got some shit you can't fuck with
And nigga that be this muthafuckin' thug shit
We love this, probably gon' die because of it
Fuck it, I ain't worried about dyin' right now
My money's what's important
Hey, we livin' to die anyway, no matter if it's now or later
You gon' rest in peace, it don't get no greater
Kill 'em all and when it's time to drop the mic and go pick up a rifle
Time to fight for what we right for, see who really like war, yeah
I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it
I can't afford to roll with bustas 'cuz I'm really tryin' win it
(I'm really tryin' to win it)
We fightin' to be victorious
(Victorious)
Witness the story of
(The story of)
This silent, mighty, mighty, warrior
(Warrior)
If you hear any nigga move shoot
Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you
So soldier, pick up you boots and move
Runnin' for cover 'cuz if they buck ya it's over
Just like I told ya, you can die, soldier, you can die, soldier
Try me if you feelin' lucky
And you think you wanna fuck with me, come on
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Try me, every action's guaranteed
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Try me if you feelin' lucky
And you think you wanna fuck with me, come on
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Try me, every action's guaranteed
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Try me if you feelin' lucky
And you think you wanna fuck with me, come on
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
Try me, every action's guaranteed
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
These niggaz don't know who the fuck they fuckin' with man
On the real shit nigga, this is Thugline nigga
And I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed Off Leathaface
And I dedicate this shit to all them motherfuckers who used to be down
Wanna be down, but can't never be down
And that's simple because we ain't fuckin' with no punk pussy ass nigga
You know them niggaz that always talk the real shit
But they can never walk the real shit, listen up this ones for you, for you
Soon as I hear these cheese, I'ma stick you
Like I took ya picture, Kodak smile
You know that number to dial when in need of work
I proceeds to lurk, squattin' and schemin' plottin' on demon
And it's a whole lot of semen in this dick
Packin' biscuit, once the biscuits is baked
It boils down to the risk us niggaz take
Try Asu and leave ya loable to get floored
And if you ain't fully insured you ain't just asleep
Nigga snore, I got somethin' it
(All things)
You got some Henny nigga pour it
(We can all drank)
I done lost somethin' I ain't tryin' to find and I know it's love
Even though I'm dying inside, nigga is still a thug
The company I keep be wantin' me to heat fuck boom
I don't really wanna scorn, how I'm supposed to warn?
My folk once provoked, it's on and not gradually
Casualties is random, and like I tell 'em I dump naturally
Ay, yo, ay yo whatever you, saw I seen it whatever I say, I mean it
Most of y'all bitch niggaz wasn't thugs until Bone screamed it
Recognize the wisdom fuck that nigga shootin' clips
Matter of fact I'm tired of talkin, pull you pistol keep walkin'
Catch me on the puly wearin' a hoody
Or standin' on nigga lines, stressin', conversation
About dyin' it's Thugline that niggaz be askin' who is he?
It's that nigga from Jerz, motherfucker it's K-Mizzy
Them motherfuckin' thugs is in the place to be
Fuckin' shit up it's T H U G L I N E
Got niggaz in the club killas out for blood
Motherfucker's hit the floor when we lit shit up
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Hope you ready)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(We heated heavy)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(Hope you ready)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline
(We heated heavy)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my killas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Do my killas run this motherfucker?
(Hell yeah)
Nigga, anyway you want, this is Thugline willin'
And ready to dump fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up
I got my line right here, here
You can step and we can jump it off right here
Fuck y'all niggaz, fuck y'all niggaz
How many niggaz you roll with that you feel is real?
How many niggaz you roll that know you gonna kill, gangsta huh?
Fuckin' with the Line it's about time someone took it over
I'ma get mine, can't wait for time 'cause it's almost over
I got wha'cha want baby, you can step but best believe
You won't play me, if you like that, throw your hands up
I know you like that, throw your hands up
Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin', holdin' the guns
Dumpin' on these trick niggaz for funds
Titties bouncin' in the lo-lo, creepin' real slow
La Femme Nikita with my heater and they don't breathe no more
So trick, hit the floor, it's that boss bitch
Nina Ross bitch, know it cost bitch, floss bitch
Got your sister hostage, you got my green if not
I lost it, I'm leavin' a corpse absence
It seems you don't understand my pockets pitfil
So it's critical that I get the dough right now
All your wants I can't satisfy needs
Can't determine do's and don'ts amplifies my greed to multiply my G's
You want war nigga? I got somethin' for niggaz
Quick to bust the fourth-fifth for more figures
Standin' on the Frontline with my fan bam, Thugline
Bloody murder all these haters tryin' to take mine
Call me the boos fighter, Frontline rider
Leathaface'll catch a case up in this place
We'll show 'em who 'bout it, 'bout it
How the dealer stole and cut it, police won't even touch it
I'm a rich nigga come to my show and bring your bitch wit'cha
Two thousand niggaz all screamin' out loud 'Fuck the law'
And all y'all niggaz mean muggin' me and my niggaz is my car
Partna don't get me started
Y'all niggaz ain't seen me get retarded in that mode I'm harmless
When her bare arms we far from harmless
This is the bomb shit so ring the alarm
Takin' over the yard, nigga Thugline's in charge
On guard a new clique, and we got new shit
These niggaz ain't nobody you wanna fool with either
So be cool with it, then niggaz won't have any problems
357 revolver is all it takes to squash an solve 'em
We all in this business to get paid but meanwhile
We gotta go fight off the enemies that hate us for these styles
Made us some cheese, now fuck the world
Tell 'em Krayzie said it, will I ever switch?
Get out the thug shit? Nigga forget it
I'm real with these niggaz, I chill with these niggaz
I kill for these niggaz, 'cause these my niggaz
That's right nigga, just do y'all niggaz know y'all fuckin' with
The niggaz that's gone put the raw back in the game
Niggaz that's 100 percent pure thug-bred, thug nigga
Ya better believe that, roll call for the soldiers
On the frontline for the Thugline, Roll Call
Asu, where you at?
(Hey, yo Thug On Da Line)
K-Mont where you at?
(Nigga, Thug On Da Line)
Wish Bone where you at?
(What, Thug On Da Line)
La Reece where you at?
(Playa, Thug On Da Line)
You niggaz knowin' where I'm at
(Nigga, Thug On Da Line the Line)
The Line yeah, yeah, that motherfuckin' thug ass
I done been around tha world
And everywhere be tha same song
Niggaz struggle daily gotta survive
It's worldwide, even niggaz in Paris and London be hustlin'
Doin' whatever jus to get tha money
Lookin' at the whole world flooded with thugs but you got to keep it
Real if you want to make it through to live gotta get in it to win it
And that's real really, my thugs feel me put your fists in the air yeah
Niggas comin' to the war and I'mma meet you niggas there
Ready to rumble, I swear, we coming from everywhere
Where my thugs at, where they at?
Fuck that
Nigga let's do in da enemy now, terminate 'em eliminate 'em
Takin' out our frustration on the world get 'em back for the Playa Hation
So come on we gotta roll and wouldn't you know
They ain't ready for the war
Rob tha rich take some
Give tha rest of tha poor
Make them feel the pain, two double O, O
It's the end of the road, so what you gonna do?
I'mma ride, you can die if you want to
But all them real soul jahz come on move!
Get your suits on, boots on its Juvenile
T H U G that's thug we be
(T H U G)
Across the nation pump your fist and get ready for this occasion
Better get'cha fade on, I wanna see victory
Ya better roll wit this 'cuz we splittin' 'em
Fuck that we winnin' 'em, that's thug mentality
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin' thuggin' thuggin' till the day I day
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin' thuggin' thuggin' till the day I day
Every thug, even wannabe thugs, nigga thug if you got to
Throw it up, keep it in the air
Scream it out, "Thug! Thug! Thug! Thug!"
Thuggin' till the day I die when I'm high
If you look into my eyes, you'll truly find, no kind
Like I'm
Gemini
Gotta control both sides
My Lordy Lord maintain it's hard 'cause I'm a souljah at war
Steady runnin' wit the weapons 'cause it's gettin' better
I figured it out, it's all real, if ain't then, it ain't right
Come on, if you wanna feel the thug, luv and it's real
We got the real thing baby
Got heat to burn ya, learn ya, stay out it if it don't concern ya
You don't really want to get involved wit da murder
But shit if ya want it we got it, we bringing it!
We don't stop, we gon pop shots still to the double glock glock
Never taking no shorts, no losses man
Yes, these days is still the same like, gotta make that money man
Bang gotta get down for my thang and I do it so smooth
When I'm stalkin' gat foolz, walking jack moves
Now all day run witta me shotgun, but I'm blinded so I jog
And roll wit the thuggish ruggish, bone, bone, bone, bone
(Ruggish)
That's thug mentality
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' till the day I day
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin' it's the way I choose to live my life
T H U G we be
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin' till the day I day
Where my Detroit thugs, thugs?
Cincinnati thugs, thugs?
Where my Columbus thugs, thugs?
My Chicago thugs, thugs?
Now where my New York thugs, thugs?
Now where my Texas thugs, thugs?
My Kansas City thugs, thugs?
Where my Milwaukee thugs, thugs?
My Colorado thugs, thugs?
Where my St. Louis thugs, thugs?
Where my Atlanta thugs, thugs?
My Alabama thugs, thugs?
My New Orleans thugs, thugs?
Where my Miami thugs, thugs?
Where my Jamaican thugs, thugs?
My California thugs, thugs?
My Arizona thugs, thugs?
My New Mexico thugs, thugs?
My Puerto Rico thugs, thugs?
Thuggin', thuggin', thuggin', thuggin'
It's 1999
Guess what?
The motherfuckin' real thugs is in this motherfucker now
Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Niggas look out
And we in the motherfucker house
We in here now
It's going down steepin' through the crowd
Sippin' on Henny we get wild
Niggas lookin' fool
If he even move and step like he hatin', knock him out
And then keep stompin' his head in the ground
And drag him out onto the dance floor
Tell him what to stand for
Now when they came they had they pants on
We beat bitches up out their britches
Lets show 'em how to tear up a club
When they be fuckin' with the thugs
Nigga, we come to party
But I'll fuck up somebody
But y'all ain't feelin' me
Is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all?
If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags
Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass
You wanna rumble?
I'm sick of bein' humble
Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho
Sawed Off Slim, it don't matter
I got somethin' for him and him
And then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win
Fuck your friends
Everybody talk that shit, nigga
Oh, yeah I know it
But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?
I bet a million bucks it's not us
Yeah, we might not get everybody
Somebody gonna get fucked up
(Fucked up)
You wanna come test me now?
Come now say, come now challenge me
Let a real niggas handle my business
I'm gonna finish I gotta end this, I'ma diminish this
Come follow my prophet, seeking gifts
It ain't no stoppin' me, I gotta clock G's
T H U G, pop niggas they D E A D
Bet a thug don't test me boy I trust my dogs
Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam
There's five trues of mine
What am I?
A thug always
Remember the way they played back in the day
Hit 'em with AK, y'all made to hate me, baby
Woo! We comin' to really make y'all feel us
Remember that nigga Eazy-E
Labelled me and my trues black nigga killers
Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swig and love bud
And if you think you can hang
Then come fuck with a thug
And I don't give a fuck if you a crip or you a blood
But when you see a thug you better show some love
Got damn, it feel good to be a thugsta
Gettin' high, smokin' weed all day
Ain't got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws
Just doin' it the Bone Thug way
Yeah, nigga, you gotta be crazy fuckin' with Layzie
And all these Mo Thug killers
We them ex-dope dealers and natural born cap peelers
Feel us nigga, if you want ain't of that high captain here
We kickin' that raw shit
Fuck the law shit, been screamin' it for years
Ain't no fear in my heart thanks to the Lord up above
And I got a grudge against niggas that judge, give 'em no mercy, no love
Let me see you shoot that motherfucker shoot that nigga
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin' niggas spit that fire
We don't need no water, let this motherfucker burn, baby
And I know they hate me say lately, Layzie actin' shady
Hey, I'm the number 1 assassin, guess they just can't understand
I fear no man, put it on my number 1 fan
'Cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own
The city of Thieves is my home and I don't trust nann nigga
My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs
Off this nigga gettin' buzzed packin' heat off in the club
Nigga what? Nigga what?
They sayin' that Bone was split up
Just niggas jealous tellin' rumors and lies
Can eat a dick up, nigga
Nigga, stay real
Thugs get high
Why you call yourself a thug?
That's how I feel inside
And we don't wanna hurt nobody, 'body
But your fuckin' with us and we shootin' up the party
Even if you was talkin' some of that Bone shit we sayin'
Then you can bring it on because we ready, we ready
Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom
That's dumb, better play with your son
Nigga, I ain't the one
Ain't a thang changed, niggas still the same, made a little change
Sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around man
Nine millimeter come and get some, get some
Shoot 'em with them hollows 'cause you know he's got his vest on
And you didn't want it to come to this, did you?
Fuckin' with them thugs, them niggas roll through
If you really want some run
(Better run)
Fuckin' with thug niggas run, run
Yeah say nigga come on
We ready for combat but y'all ain't ready
Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em, they stretched
Now they human spaghetti
Steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies
If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em
(Go)
And I better go get 'em
We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter
Shit to sweep the streets make niggas retreat
That's heat
Now, I repeat if you want some nigga come and get it
'Cause we still five live and vicious
Don't get it twisted motherfucker
Run up on us whenever ya wanna get down and dirty
Still stand in the Land with the slugs and my gun in my hand
Krayzie, Layzie, bizzy, wish and flesh
Put it down to the North, South, East and West
From back in the day we claimin' the thuggish ruggish
No need to change it
Now everybody a thug
If you real throw it up but if it's fake
Kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies
Fuck 'em and yes it's like that
Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Always, always, what am I? What am I?
A thug always, 'ways, 'ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
Krayzie, bam, asu, and k-mont:thug mentality 1999
Krayzie
I'm representin' muthafuckin' thugline nigga, in 1999/ you muthafuckers wanna
Find the real thugs and hustlas, nigga?
Come to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from/ now we're the real thugs
-refrain-
This how we livin' these days (and this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ and
That one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)
Krayzie
Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper/ you feelin'
These days, you gotta be packin' a gun; everybody your enemy/ these days, it's
Every nigga for they self
'cause it ain't no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ and
That's why
These days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ tell 'em, these days
You can't be fuckin' with niggas that's weak/ and these days, no tellin' when
You'll meet your coffin
I seen it too often, that's why fuck flossin' I take caution/ don't trip, shit
If you're rich, you're rich
'cause if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ grab your cash and split your
Shit
These days, stay on the low-low and away from po-po/ unless you're ready to pull
Your fo'-fo' and blow/ how come these days niggas wanna be the don of the mob?
They claim it, but they never qualify for the job/ these days
We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply 'cause it's 1999, nigga....
-refrain-
K-mont
Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all ain't worthy to serve me/ i'm
The type to jump out your bushes and bust you
With the 30,30 you want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the type of
Nigga that'll send letterbombs to all my enemies
I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ the police all on my dick,
Because they recognize a thug/ nigga,
We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ until us thugs unite, it
Ain't gon' never be no peace/ niggas be goin' to
School with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fuck about teachers/
Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ picture the scenes
And screams and everybody runnin'/ get on your knees, and pray nigga, 'cause the
Son of the lord is comin'
You know I came in time; that's my frame of mind/ now I'm able to separate the
Deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind
Niggas can't get none of mine/ not even some of mine/ just 'cause you got on a
Watch, nigga, don't mean you know the time
You stagnatin'/ you fags hatin' my motion/ from ocean to ocean, my magic potion
Is devotion/ the nerve to hate what i
Deserve to do wasn't a curse/ it was a signal; that's why that ass crashed,
Forgot to put on your blinker/ r.w.i.: rollin' while
Infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my masters/ y'all done agitated disaster,
And at every end's a start/ I slip in the art with
My heart and soul/ it's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ don't become the one i
Fold like a lawnchair/ you shouldn't have
Gone there/ what's the deal with the long stares? what's the purpose, jokers on
Earth surface to surface, and any problem is
Handled with same-day service? come on, come on, come on...
-refrain-
We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip; it's our
Spot/ gave y'all shots, and let the drama pop
Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or alive/ point of survival/ let's
Get points with real niggas lives/ but you only see
Raw meat on streets; these niggas love their heat/ nowadays all bustas wanna
Thug like me
You see it be those ways that was so simple/ execution style to gristle/ from
The chair, heard 'em
Whistle for my nigga/ mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'
Head back to all of y'all since every niggas are hard and provin' they got the
Bigger balls
Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' like/ broke him off in
The midnight
I spared his life I said this shit is tight
We so thuggish ruggish
(The motherfucking war iz on)
You better suit up and do like Krayzie Bone
'Cause the motherfucking war iz on
What you gon' do, what you gon' do, do?
Say nigga we marching, stompin' in the big black boots
With my niggas in the fatigue suits ready to shoot
Running with the AK 47
Niggas trying to survive they ain't trying to go to heaven
Motherfuckers shooting, they ain't even asking questions
It's these young ass niggas, they straight up thugged out
They killas like that little soldier boy
'Cause we livin' in the killin' field
Tombstone soldier rest in peace a real warrior
Nigga been ready for war we are
The motherfuckers on the street with the heat
Knockin' them hoes off they feet
Say boy it's a jungle out there
Get a couple casualties every year
The goal is to stay alive
The mission is to make money
The enemy, the police
We gotta bust back at 'em make some
Motherfucking examples out them assholes
We're not even concerned strike a match drop it on the gas
And let the motherfucker burn, burn, burn, baby, burn
Army strategic and I pledge allegiance to the 12 gauge Mossberg
I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed-off Leather face got a big gun in your face
Behind that bush and when they roll by
We jump out the bush make a push
Bstin' why they runnin' buckin' everything comin' murda
Y'all ain't said nothin'
Got a couple of niggas for that
Stay strapped from the front to the back
And the extra clip off in my jacket
So when I run out I restack it and pap it some more
We ready for war
So what nigga, pull your gun
That's exactly how we play
Screaming bloody murda mo all day
The buckshots spray daily all day
Money makes murders sex lies crimes fo-fives
Nines heaters jackers killa
Cap pealers and drug dealers
Snitches snakes bitches fakes
Bad breaks and heartaches
Give and take shake and bake
Boy, I gots to stack my plate
Bad news travels fast
Real mashers always mask
Give a dog a bone send him on he bound
To come home with some cash
Get you shit stack your chips, tuck your heat watch that bitch
She might be cute but listen here
My nigga that don't mean shit
Duck and dodge camouflage
My entourage is way in charge
Krayzie Bone and Dog Capone
Yeah, you know the war is on
Break a bitch shoot a snitch
Fuck a trick get your grip
Smoke, some dank pass some drank
And get off into this gangsta shit
Laying fools down Dog Pound Bone Thugs on love
And we banging from the streets to the club
So what nigga, pull your gun
That's exactly how we play
Screaming bloody murda mo all day
The buckshots spray daily all day
Check it out
Gangstas hoes, I suppose
Dip and dash cock and blast
Kurupt and Snoop Krayzie Daz
Layzie blazing up the hash
G'd as fuck gangstafied
High as the sky gangsta for life
Fuck a bitch hit a switch
Gangstas drop that gangsta shit
I'm a G, DPG, DPGC, O.G. DP
Ride on niggas blast on niggas
Dip and put the smash in niggas
It's a war It's a war
(There's a war going on)
When the was pop off where the fuck you gon be
In the front or the back city under attack
Every nigga from the nine nine front line
Marchin' with a tech nine nigga, where my thugz at
If you scared go to church motherfucker
Matter fact while you at it say a prayer for me
I'm prepared to heat, heat a nigga in the streets
With a goddamn beat my heat lose to me
Khakis suits and fatigues
Nigga dressed to kill
Nigga, yes, I will put a slug in you
Nigga what you wanna do
Cause I'm ready to shoot
And my high tech boots got me feeling bulletproof
I'm a superman nigga GI Joe
Like the wind blowing through a niggas area
More dead enemies I count up the merrier
And you ain't heard no collaboration scarier
I'm a walkin' nightmare and I'm born to die
It's a war goin' on what's happening
If you disrespecting my family
I'll be hell to tell the captain
Fuck all you playa haters and you po-pos
Fuck all you politicians this war
Dedication to the criminal nation
Let the real thugs even the score
So what nigga, pull your gun
That's exactly how we play
Screaming bloody murda mo all day
[Krayzie]
Kill me, son
Yo, it's on
Come follow me to the ghetto
(Dedicated to the hustlers)
Come follow me to the ghetto
(Hustlers in the hood)
Come follow me to the ghetto
(To the projects)
1 - Come follow me to the ghetto
But this ain't a place that everybody can go
(You got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)
Come follow me to the ghetto
No this ain't the place that everybody can go
(I say you got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)
Come follow me to the ghetto
But this ain't a place that everybody can go
(You got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)
Come follow me to the ghetto
Nope this ain't the place that everybody can go
(I say you got to be a thug to know the love in the ghetto, ghetto)
What a wonderful day off in the neighborhood
G-double O-D good mornin' to ya
(Wake up) get up, hey there, whassup?
Let's take a stroll through this place we call home
And everybody be knowin' your name
The PJ, where we tryin' to survive
Of all our good times after workin' all day
So we hangin' all night, drinkin'
Feelin' all right from the love in our community
You're a friend to me keepin' it real
Is what we done to get by day
You watch my back, you back is got
What a nigga from, it's like that
It ain't all good, then again, it ain't all bad
It's hard times, but some of the best times we don' had
Now can you feel me?
Repeat 1
And I gotta give my love to the projects nigga, feel me
We should let him know we ain't forgot
It's about this on your block
When they got a fist full a rocks, runnin' from the cops
Keepin' it real, they try to come up with a hundred dollar bill
If not, anything to get a meal is all right
It's all about that bank roll
'cause when you're broke low, only the strongest survive
I know people who vanish, so just do what you need
Just demand to sit public or when they get business
And if it's illegal, just play with your fears
I hope I'm forgiven for robbin' and stealin'
Stickin' your butts up for 50s and 20s
Dollars, quarters, shit, even pennies, it don't make a difference
I'm hungry, just give me, y'all feel that?
Casualtie's caps get peeled back
It's wild down here where we live at
Real quick you could get killed, that's the way it goes
You never know
Givin' my peace to hustlers strugglin' in the ghetto, ah
Tryin' to make that money, what we'll do to make that money
Repeat 1
What you know about hard time?
What you know about the hard time?
What they know about hard time?
Say, what you know about that hard time?
I can feel it, feel it
Hard time
What they know about the hard time?
What they know about hard time?
Say, what you know about that hard time?
I can feel it, feel it
Supercat told you that the ghetto's real hot
But you's didn't listen
So we gotta deliver another rendition
For instance, everybody knows how it go
1st of the Month, don't front, you did there before
The place where random family confront you
Cops will try to hunt you
Cats will try to pump you and stunt you
Nobody wants you to succeed, just fail
The crabs in the bedroom theory
Clearly the ghetto has it's ills, but hear me
The streets is where I learned to chase goals instead of my tail
Learned I wanted to sell lyrics instead of Yale
Studio time instead of time in the cell
I was compelled to excel
But to appreciate heaven, gotta see hell
Repeat 1 until end
[Krayzie]
Yeah, yeah, yeah
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony comin' back atcha in the '99
DJ U-Neek, Krayzie Bone
Shouts out to my true T.H.U.G.S.
Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony
Representin' every thug
Every hustler
Every ghetto
Across the USA
This is for the hustlas, hustlas
This is for the hustlas, hustlas
This is for the hustlas, hustlas
This is for the hustlas, hustlas
This is for the hustlas, hustlas
This is for the hustlas, hustlas
This is for the hustlas, hustlas
This is for the hustlas, hustlas
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
Come, follow me now
Back in the day we still was thuggin'
Nothin' changed, always into somethin'
Whatever you name
A young thug with my niggas, it's one love
Little bad ass niggas sneaky
A calm collected slickster
I might not have been on the scene
But you could believe I was in the picture
In the mixture selling llello
Scrapping, car jackin', gun packin'
I'm lacking everything, you can't imagine so I'm praying
Rapping can get me up out this jam
Damn, just gimme a chance
I'll keep 'em dancin', dancin', all night, all night
But times got harder and harder
My dreams got further and further away
And nigga, I chased them but couldn't catch them to save my life
So now I'm thugging on this corner
I gotta increase my financial status
I chance it fucking with these rollers when they roll up
Yeah, don't wanna be locked in no cell
But I also can't take strippin's and be broke with no mail
Oh yes, it's hell, and they say that gets easier
But to me it only got deeper and deeper
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
Just turned eighteen and caught my first case
Incarcerated, caught with a twelve guage
Trying to come up with some money and made a stupid-ass mistake
Could have been my niggas fate, fucking with shotguns
We out to rob some niggas I'm drunk, I'm pumped
I made a mistake and popped him, now he bleeding
I see blood, damn, get to the doctor, nigga don't rest in peace
Doctor's took him to emergency, coppers came and arrested me
Not knowing if my nigga had made it alive and was well
I tossed and turned in my cell knowing he's sweatin' like hell
Praise to the Lord and I hope you hear me
And I hope you feel me
I ain't mean to, really, really, I ain't mean it, I know you seen it
I finally spoke to my nigga, he lifted up and recovered
And pressed no charges
Wait the state done picked it up and I gotta trial in a month
Fuck! And the judge ain't trying to give me no love
'Cause it was my first offense
But he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug
So now I'm cuffed up on the bus and ridin' down 71, ain't no fun
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
Now I'm locked inside this prison system
Biddin' and count days left before my sentence
Now I can say that I've been here
But I sure ain't gonna come back here, uh, uh
The day they release me, I'm going home
I can cope but I can't adjust
These fucking steel doors drivin' me nuts
My last month and I'm ready to move out
I'm sure, stay on the low, I listen to thug stories
And be trippin' on niggas love stories
I'm finna get out of this motherfucker
Heard them call out my name
Two fifty, two, two fifty, pack up your shit, it's your day
Jumped out my bunk, gave all my shit to my niggas
In fact, I left everything that I had back in jail but my raps
I'm on the streets now, scene unchanged
Niggas still the same
I ain't fuckin' with you bustas 'cause I'm tryin' to make a change
I got with the real dogs and we was schemin' on the mill' ya'll
So we had to chill on ya'll
Get out of Cleveland if we plan to achieve it
So we plannin' it with Eazy on Greyhound and now we're leavin'
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
'Cause we struggle everyday, everyday, pain, so much pain
That's the way that we hustle
Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets
Niggas in the hood strugglin'
Doin' what the fuck they gotta do to make their money
And all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps
Let's roll, let's roll
(Ghetto love, ghetto love I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love)
Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)
Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)
I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood
(Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?)
Keepin' it real on the street
Niggas they practice what they preach, stayin'
True until they die, niggas still strong
We keep on bailin' through the stress
And all the rest of the shit that's goin' on
Speakin' of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol
Cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon be got
They out to pinch ya bullshit you not [unverified] killin'
Because of the pump and it drives us to the point of no return
Especially when you're gone off of the Sherm
You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'
While you walkin', he on sixteen switches ain't that a bitch?
But that's life this shit ain't nothin' nice
And he'll take yours if his ain't right and I can't stop 'em
Or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though
'Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die"
So, choose one
(So, so, just one)
Either repent and get saved or put some food on your table for now
Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)
Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)
I see my sisters out there hustlin', man
(Strugglin', man)
Do what it takes, but that's the brakes
Rustle up what you can, gotta feed your babies
(Babies, yeah)
Handle yourself your own business don't wait on that nigga
To get you nothin' we been poor long enough and I know
You would scheme on somethin'
(Somethin', yeah)
Take the welfare, fuck it
The system givin it to you 'cause it's guilt on they conscience
Don't let 'em fool you
(Don't let 'em fool you, no)
Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors
So come and get the paper, paper, before you die, die
This verse is for my ghetto queens
Tryin' to come up and get them better things
Particularly cheddar cheese, make that money
(Make that money)
Work, work, work, whatever your occupation
As long as you bringin' home the bacon, bacon, bacon
Don't let your enemy lock your mind too and I hope
Y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ohh
(Ooh, ooh, yeah)
Though people comin' around, we gon thug
So where the thugs at? Gimme some of that ghetto love
(Ghetto love)
Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)
Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)
Now, if y'all feelin' me let's get down and tear
The roof off the mother, shoot the motherfuckers, I'm serious
And mean business, ready to pump pump and ride, you with it?
Come on, put it out there, pump, pump, pump police
They treat us like animals, let's attack 'em like beasts
But hold on 'fore you start fightin'
(Hold on, hold on)
Let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline
(No more, no more)
I'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more
'Cause I know it won't last too much longer
When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier
(I told you)
If I make it out of the game with all my sanity
Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly, understand me?
'Cause at the rate I'm goin', pretty soon they'll try to ban me
For killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with my family
Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's tryin' to jam me
But I told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly
And this is my mentality for fuckin' with the street life, street life
(Street life)
Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)
Street people
(People)
All my people be them niggas with an attitude
(We're ready for war)
The street mentality, it's do what you gotta do
(Do what you gotta do)
I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people
Them niggas with an attitude, let's stop the killin'
We're strugglin' just like you to make a livin'
We're not pretendin', don't y'all remember?
It ain't easy tryin' to stay alive, some people out
There smokin' crack, my people workin' 9 to 5, just doin? it right
Real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before
The strugglin' days is long gone, hold on, be strong
Somebody better 'em we the T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
We're T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
(Get on up, get on up)
Somebody better 'em we the T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
We're T H U G's
Real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers
-Chorus-Tupac-
But thug nigga be on point and game tight (Yeah, that's right...) But thug niggas be on point and game tight
Krayzie
Let us subtract some of these bustas that's screamin' they real (watch out) It's time to go for trill skill, niggas chasin' the scrill, makin' the dollar bill/ The nation that I been runnin' with been ready for raw/ And pullin' up on cops, bust shots and leavin 'em dead in the car, leave the Feds in the dark/ Get ready for this cauze thugs is takin' over/ All them niggas that bought the record we done transformed 'em into souljahs so when we roll up on you, better believe that niggas come to fight/ You can try us but...
-Chorus-Tupac-
Krayzie
Do you wanna ride? I'm rollin' till the wheels fall off cauze we bout to riot/ I kill 'em all with this Sawed-Off/ If you ain't talkin' about no money, nigga don't speak to me at all/ If you aint down with the organization Thug Nation, got no reguards/ We stayin' untouchable, unbustable, got dicks so we unfuckable/ So ya'll better back up off us and approach with caution/ Quit tappin' the telephone line, quit tryin' to move in on mine/ Keep tryin'
-Chorus-Tupac-
Krayzie
Stay away from them ho's, them niggas ya foes, don't trust 'em/ Niggas'll tell you they rollin' as soon as you turn your back they cut 'cha, motherfucker/ So (?) I won't tolerate it, niggas don't wanna be bothered with it/ Soon as we pin it, nigga get rid of that motherfucker with the quickness/ Get him the fuck out/ To the bitch made, snitch snake nigga; AK 47 crazy rebelious made killas/ Whether you runnin' up on my car or kickin' in my door/ But you know the clip'll be in and I'll begin to spit at all ya'll ho's/ Aim for the dome/ I won't tryin' to be shot your leg off, I'm liable to knock your head off/ Just simply don't get hit first when it's set off/ We meet 'em, greet 'em with heaters, street sweapers, nine millimeters/ We be there, ready for war, suited and strapped up, ready fo' more/ Frontline nigga, in case you ain't heard 'bout us, it's Thug Line nigga/ Buck! Buck! Die nigga! LeathaFace in the place, still got my 12 gauge dangillin'/ Try me but...
-Chorus-Tupac-
Krayzie
Been tryin' to organize a regime of killas/ And niggas is ready to bomb back in combat to ride with us, straight guerilla/ We got niggas from Cleveland to Cali, New Zealand to Maui, from Miami to Cincinnatti niggas is in it to rally or riot/ Kept quiet for too damn long/ Niggas ain't sangin' no songs or marchin' we lightin' fires and slang chrome/ We lootin' or terorizin' and I'm shootin' to paralyze 'em/ We tryin' to stop 'em from think, walkin' talkin' and breathin' yeah/ And I got some souljahs on the East Coast that's keepin' they heat loaded in case we need more thug power/ Come after the cowards in the blue suits and badges/ Recruit troops for the madness/ Attack and swoop through and handle it/ Vandalism won't do no good for damage done cauze nigga, LeathaFace gon' make sure niggas dont come back when the battles won/ United we stand and we fightin' the same fight, you can try us
Krayzie, Sin, and Tombstone:Thug Mentality 1999
-Refrain-
Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't tell them who you are
Sin
Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical categorizin'/
Rising above all
Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/ They
cough as lungs inhale
Exhale poisonous gases/ Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good
health/ Done played out
the wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like dyin' just the other day cuz
Satan was tryin'
Walkin' too close by my side/ Stay still; Please don't move! Your soul you could
lose/ No cryin'
Where's my blood? You'll find out soon enough/ All right, I'll ride/ In due
time, we'll get our chance
to die/ Hold on to my mind/ No use for guns or drugs, need more love/ But, yet,
and still
Slugs gets fired off constantly/ Immorally destroyin' my holy oracle, but I just
ignore it though
Keep a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin' slow
-Refrain-
Krayzie
As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ I begin to hear noises
comin' from the other room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ Is it paranoya from the
indo?
Then cuz I thought, then I another thought; run and get the pump, ";Who goes
there?
What the fuck you want?"; Cuz I done off that bud and I'm a buck a muthafucker
down, You on my ground
So you got another round/ All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts
was to blast
But the Mossberg didn't last so I had to dash/ Run upstairs, I was frantic and
paniced
But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was runnin' but I
could hear the sounds
comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet
into the bedroom, lock myself
in, we couldn't see 'em/ Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ They fin
to slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like I figured when they
twisted it
The AK-47 was hot, I had to drop it, but I emptied it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit
the niggas up from head to toe
A nigga escapin' but I was out the window/ Here I go, I hit the ground ";Uh";,
then I look around
Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled/ Call in my niggas let's get ready
for war, I think I
killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' some more/ So when they come back
around I say we
show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your
grave/ Rest In Peace
you're not feelin' me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...
-Refrain-
Tombstone
Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun
the race
Never want to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/
All backwards/ It's
shelled/ The killin' factor in jail/ The streets is hell/ You can tell by the
smell/ Off with his head
Oh well! You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the
same/ It's a shame
how they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, knowin' every breath I
take/ Makin' it easy
for the next man to get his hands on a 38/ They be buckin' on niggas in these
last days, but thanks
for the fun/ Can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ The devil done played with the
earth like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit/ That's why silence is necessary/ Don't tell 'em who
you are by far
Don't you tell them who you are
-Refrain-
KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999
Shit... I've been a thug my whole motherfucking life Struggling Doing what the
fuck I've got to do to survive Bottom line Thugline
You see me on T.V. but you don't really know me Don't know the story of the
warrior And how I survived in this game Nigga never had shit Had to work to get
it Or I had to steal it Most of the time I was hungry That's why I did it I
ain't bullshittin, seventeen I'm leavin the house, I need my own Nigga done
tried to be grown And fucked around Now I'm homeless on the streets With my
niggas I learned About every drug The heroine, the weed, the speed, the crack,
the sherm But we was broke and we couldn't afford it But niggas was schemin and
plottin on shit Oh yes you know this I come from a long line of thugs Us
strugglers hustle what we can rustle up It might not have been too much But we
always got just enough, our hard times Kept niggas together through all the
windy weather And nigga whenever you need somebody to roll I'm goin to be there,
you know me A nigga stayed thug devoted in the streets When I didn't have a
place to sleep or shit to eat My family goin through some pains They struggle
but they make out My people off their hinges And it was against our religion as
a witness So you know I really can't comprehend it My mother and father told me:
don't mess with drugs and why you smokin? I was right or wrong? Can't understand
it If the purpose was to have a nigga struggle I don't think they should have
had me, had me Think they never should of had me As I drop to my knees can't you
see I ain't happy?
I hope it won't be long, I hope it won't be long Before I end this song, I wanna
end this song I hope it won't be long, it won't be long I need to end this song,
this sad song I hope it won't be long, I hope it won't be long Before I end this
song, I need to end this song I hope it won't be long, it won't be long I need
to end this song, sad song
Rollin up some mo'
Rollin up some mo'
Rollin up some mo'
A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool
A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool
Hop in my Five-Double-O
Roll up my window asshole your lettin' out all the smoke
You never waste a blow, motherfucka don't you know?
I'm a weed head, P.O.D ded stayin' tweeded
It make me happy
Won't even sleep unless I'm beamin', fiendin'
Which one of you niggaz gonna put some ends in?
'Cuz I'm tellin y'all right now I'm smokin' everything I'm spendin'
Goin' down, cop a quarter pound now we in here blowin' it
Wait a minute where's the bowl at?
Young Dre done got me spoiled man
Done smoked two blunts, and now I'm feelin' like I can fly
I get into zones of my own everytime I get high
And whenever it is, I think I see
I'm buzzin' so it doesn't really matter to me
I got issues nuttin' but problems feels my green
My nigga wanna test me with the same old games
Got this chicken down in San Diego, and he trickin' on my pesos
And he think that I don't know
And he got the gall he fuckin' two of my dawgz
Now they actin' kinda funny when I call
So when I'm with my thugs on da line
Tonight no lady like instead I grab a fifth of Hen
Take it to the head, c'mon
A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool
A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool
No niggaz came late to get me, Keith G pass the Henny
Kray lookin' like a chimney, TLI'll smoke whatever and any
Naw, I'm buggin' my squad ain't druggin' like that
Luggin' the Mak, LeReece all nice with K-mont in the back
Blunts and stunts is what's rolled up
Once it's lit it's hit, and if you ask me why I'ma tall ya what
What ya want?
Smoke a blunt all jokes is front fuck beatin' around the bush
Kick the the group's ass ya punks
I mix Henny with Alize get drunk and talk slick
Niggaz be sizin' me up, you know I'm ready to flip
My niggaz stay smokin out, sippin Hen and Tengery
Nigga, we be havin' hella fun like they do in the bay
It be the weekend gangstas that me causin' the tention
You might catch me while I'm out, in the tough guy convention
But don't get it fucked up, because I'm all about my cheddar
It ain't easy being me, but nobody could do it better
A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool
A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool
Every time I'm rollin' out with Krayzie we crazy, try not to get cuffed up
Fucked up sippin' on that siz urp, pourin' out that cup of stuff
Them Jolly Ranchers and enhancers, I mix it up like a chemist
Drop about 10 of 'em in it, then sip it slow 'til it's finished
Then it's that [Incomprehensible]
Little [Incomprehensible] is safe at home
Then get your brain broke, they boiler makers and they chain smoke
Boss ain't no fuckin' rookie, put purple permethozine up on you team
That's guaranteed to make you lean
And keep you higher than giraffe pussy
I ain't ate all day, but steadily gettin' fucked up
Smokin' this weed, waitin' to get scooped up
It's the bum Keith G, carribus we on twists
We needed a fix, my nigga dip into the rent
We worry about that payback later we gonna smoke
And live for the meanwhile puffin with Juvenile, what?
I'm in the mood to speak my piece, pass the mic
I'm in the mood to drink some burb, we high tonight
A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
Have you feelin' like everything is so damn cool
A little bit of reefer's all I need
(All I need)
With a little big of Gin mixed with Hennessey
(Hennessey)
A little bit lighter really sets the mood
107 Point, uhh, Thugline Radio
Callin you on the air
What'cha wanna hear baby
Hi, I wanna hear the new Thugline Krayzie Bone joint
You know, the one with
Ah yeah, yeah, yeah, that's right Krayzie Bone
107 Point, uhh, all day in your, uhh, in your pee hole baby
Umm, can I get some tickets
Thugline, Thugline
It's Thugline, Thugline
If y'all niggaz think y'all can keep up (ride if ya like)
Then come into my world we just ( thugs for life)
Think we just hangin let's ride (ride if ya like)
Have a hell of a time on the Line
Thugline (thugs for life)
If y'all niggaz think y'all can keep up (ride if ya like)
Then come into my world we just ( thugs for life)
Think we just hangin let's ride (ride if ya like)
Have a hell of a time on the Line
Thugline (thugs for life)
Y'all niggaz can't keep up (can't keep up)
Bust bigger like a D-cup
And after we get rid of this dope we gon' have to re up
All you could say is we what? (what) thugs for life
No if, ands, or fuckin buts, so ride if you like
I stand and cut (stand and cut) and sparkin the weed up quick to heat up
Them ladies love the way the thunder (thunder)
Poke 'em waitin that cock beat up
Mic freaker, dope seeker, and i'm bangin thru your speakers
Stop ringin my beeper bitch I said i'll see you when I see you
Best believe a nigga servin more wood than
Ain't nobody been in and out of more draws than me neither
Now pass the reefer to propel cheif, but nigga heaven's not either
And that dip is only for all believers
Now if you still with us you kept up
If not, guess what?
They're comin to crept up
And y'all chose the wrong niggaz to step up
It's F'd up, but can't and ain't changin either
Thugline ain't for the bullshit, and Mo Thug neither
If y'all niggaz think y'all can keep up (ride if ya like)
Then come into my world we just ( thugs for life)
Think we just hangin let's ride (ride if ya like)
Have a hell of a time on the Line
Thugline (thugs for life)
If y'all niggaz think y'all can keep up (ride if ya like)
Then come into my world we just ( thugs for life)
Think we just hangin let's ride (ride if ya like)
Have a hell of a time on the Line
Thugline (thugs for life)
Where the thugs at?
Ain't nuttin but dimes in the back
And oh we wanna know just who's the mack with the biggest sack
Where your crew at? We can do that
Got the Juice and the Gin round up all your cutest friends
Got the Herbs and X and thicks that serve sex
We hope you G'd up
Cuz bitches weed up flossin them D-cups
We came to kick it so don't smoke the weed up
Check the riders for heat cuz you know
Them drunk ass niggaz they always seem to fuck up the flow
Let's go to the pool and sip Martini in our new bikiniz
The mood is right we tipsy and jacuzzi is steamy
These bitches see me and they mad cuz the thugs on my crew
These niggaz riders, they love dope, don't give a fuck about you
They got the stripper up in V.I.P., for ballers with cheese
All of this please is streasin me like y'all won't believe
They all up on me
I roll with playaz that pack heat and love crime
I represent the ladies bitch the crew is Thugline
Ya know?
If y'all niggaz think y'all can keep up (ride if ya like)
Then come into my world we just ( thugs for life)
Think we just hangin let's ride (ride if ya like)
Have a hell of a time on the Line
Thugline (thugs for life)
If y'all niggaz think y'all can keep up (ride if ya like)
Then come into my world we just ( thugs for life)
Think we just hangin let's ride (ride if ya like)
Have a hell of a time on the Line
Thugline (thugs for life)
Get up outta my car i'm feelin ziggity, ziggity, ziggity
Can I get a little bit of Hennesy
Add a little bit of Gin and we got that Sin, let the party begin
I'm with my friends and we rollin
Smokin, blowin, chokin, rollin up some more, and more 'til we POD' ed
Past cromatose fucked up and weeded
Need more reason for chillin, we having a good time
And plus the hood's tight, so should I put up my pistol? No
I brought my digs but you never know about these thug haters
Gotta stay ready to blaze 'em, fade 'em
But it ain't shit happening my niggas what's happening?
This one for the family and it gotta be T, H, U, G, Line
Let me hit it one more time
Look at my eyes shut all the way
We in the sky cuz the only way to fly is high
Come take a fly with'cha nigga hit this and close your eyes
Get a ride free your mind
But watch out for one time
Can never get blinded them bitches get up and they trailing behind me
I'ma be the nigga with the heat seeker bring it on
If y'all niggaz think y'all can keep up (ride if ya like)
Then come into my world we just ( thugs for life)
Think we just hangin let's ride (ride if ya like)
Have a hell of a time on the Line
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born
Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me
Roll down-a my family tree with me
Keep flippin' the page to page
See nothin' but strugglers
I never knew no hustlas like my daddy and mama
So, I gotta drop my Pz
But I think way back in the day now
When Moms and Pops had my back
They stayed down and gave us a place to lay down
But then, then when the wind blew in
It threw in a crackpot but lately
It's keepin' my people up off the hinges
Can I get a witness, baby? And I'm out the door
Gots to go make me some money on my own
Somebody tell me now, where we went wrong
God, bring my family back because they long gone
It's on, now, Pops don't even come around
But I know Pop's got problems
That's why your little nigga's still down with ya
But it hurts to see your family takin' a beatin'
My sisters keep sayin' they hungry
Gotta come up on some way to feed 'em
Big Will, Rod J, take a ride, slide down '71, callin' welfare
When the check came, Mom, she hounds everyone
So, bang, bang, had to get down for my thang
Swang with a me thugstas, pump, we
Never did love ya, St. Clair, struggler, yeah, your hustla, baby
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born
Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Drama always seems to find me, find me, find me
I can't get away from all this drama surroundin' me
Houndin' me, heavily comin' down on me
Drama been poundin' my brain, callin' my name
These demons, they seem to be followin' me
Come in all shapes and sizes, enemies, my friends
It don't surprise me, I try to help niggas make better
But they ain't appreciate it, guess they'd rather stay back
In the ghetto
Well, oh well, if that's how you want it, nigga
Then go ahead but don't fuck with me
I'm up in this bitch like Michael Jackson
I wish they'd before I show the other side of me
(Leave me alone)
Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, that's how it be
Nigga gon' get violent but if my so called
Ex-friends wanna try me, bloody riot is how we like it
You all invited, get so heated, you'll feel the temperature risin'
So heated, we spit back flames, front page article
All the police could find of them bitches was particles
For fuckin' with me and I'm down to stand on the front line
To get wild, one of the first to get up and get down
Niggas ain't knowin' the anger inside me
And then when I finally snap, nigga
I'm a fuck up your sister, your daddy, your mama
Your brother, if he want some drama, come on
Come on, come on
The drama just goes on and on
Drama be just part of my life, life
It's been like that since I was born
Yes, I can run but I can't hide
Gon' be like that until I'm gone, gone
Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie bone:thug mentality 1999
Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better get ready for
War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke.
Krayzie:
Took a trip out to texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can
Vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta
Give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you
Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know
These ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the realest
Niggas in the town. now look who's in the suave house, yes it's truly-yours,
Mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy,
Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i
Still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
Up with mjg, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me.
But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot that
Pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga
That did it was wearin' a leather face, and not to be played with. whatever you
Claim, you better get paid. shit.
Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for
War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.
Mjg:
Who be i? the nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank
That he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it makes
You wonder why niggas be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take
You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin'
For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up traps for rats
Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell 'em to bring it on, I comes
The hardest. mjg, pimp, runnin' with bone, dividin? the throne. regardless of
Niggas who stand in my path, I'm bringin' it on. recitin' the lyrical gift, the
Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you're
Goin' too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, I breaks in half
Crook niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which
One's the ass? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. you're
Thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the tech. look at the bullets, they rippin'
His vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to
Rest. I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that I got is the
Shit that I'm given. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen,
Smokin' the bud.
Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for
War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.
Layzie:
Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they
Couldn't win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now I'm in the wind,
500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack-10. wish trippin'
When I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this
Pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. everybody I know
Out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive a
Thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly
Grudge. what? nigga we'll bust till the point of no return, I'm out here
Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier
Claimin' mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle,
Uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzle. I'm a
Go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real, give 'em a
Deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we
Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they ain't on our side. hell yeah, we can
Meet up at the district. I'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, I am so sick
Of oppression, shit ain't changed, little lay still stressin'. no question,
Clutchin' there no more weapon, 'cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and
Uh, you'll probably feelin? the sense of some danger, but I'm bringin' the sense
Of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and them suave house
Niggas. so, willin? and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . if
That's what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin'
Forgiveness. you know all I'm sayin? is, just don't fuck with me, man.
Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you better get ready for
War. if you a hustla make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.
Eightball:
Yeah ... bone thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and mj-fuckin'-g. the
Realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don't stop. you
Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? all over the muthafuckin' world and back again,
Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand
Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand
I'm lookin' at all my niggaz on the corner
Still trying to come up on something like some paper, cash money
Two-double-O-zero, niggaz is desperate to make it
Battlin' Satan, but the plate that he made us looks so tasty
Temptation over took my devils persuasion
Makin' me chase the paper while trying to break 'em, I blaze 'em
Then I raise up, nigga that's the way thugs do it
See it don't say nothin' just to find out we kinda stupid
In the streets we play for keeps, niggaz ain't comin'
Back for revenge or whatever, loc we havin' none of that
So scandalous, you better keep your protection
'Cause the grass and the blunts ain't the only thing we wet up
Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand
See, I've been runnin' from the po-po ever since I was 11
Nigga bellin', ain't tryin' to get kept and slept in the cell, man
A lot like my daddy, but then again I'm like myself
Keep my nose in my business and worry about nobody else
Got a mind of my own aside from Bone
So nigga don't think that you can run up
And test me when I'm alone 'cause I got the chrome
Talk mo' shit I'm still a street thug, but I make mo' hits
(Mo' hits)
Platinum packin' magnum never leave the house without it
And if he 'bout it don't sing about it nigga bring up out that shit
Thugline, frontline, nigga it ain't scared, we done time
Leatherface is on the rampage, murder mangler, strangler
What you came with it just ain't enough
To tame the thug, we aim to drain the blood from your skull
Rappin' but we dangerous, dangerous
Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand
Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand
Now to my youngsters with they guns
Out on the corner perfomin' tryin' to be soldiers
Just remember that I told ya, slow down, down, down
I know you wanna be a thug, and do what we done
But if it ain't inside your blood then this
Ain't the game that you tryin' to play
Just like one of my niggaz tried to hang
And he died in a day aw, shame, shame, shame
Bullet hit him in the brain
And he was a thug nigga, you get the picture?
Picture niggaz in a single file line
All crying, upset because their niggaz died, nobody know why
It's so many dying 'cause too many trying to shine
We all trying to swang on the same goddamn vine
It's about that time for the thugs to unite
And let this motherfucker burn tonight
(Tonight, night)
If you a thug get up and join this thug nation
(Thug nation)
We got guns waitin'
(Guns waitin')
Soon as the enemy run up, blaze 'em
(Blaze 'em)
Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Niggaz for they self, no love
And it ain't nothin' better than a gun in hand
Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't 'cause if they lived my life they'd understand
Chorus:
They call me the "Dummy Man" (man, man, man)
And I'm up early tryina slang my dope
(I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks)
The fiends...they get awfully mad....(mad, mad, mad)
When they go broke on dope and it's really soap
(My nigga you ain't never lied)
Verse 1:
Up in the morning....and I feel like I don't wanna be livin'
Better off dead without no bread....have you ever felt that feeling?
Unsatisfied, feelin' like you wanna die
When you reach into your pocket and can't even find
Not even enough to go purchase a dime (sack of weed)
But FUCK THAT! I got "come up" in my blood
Cause it's the "1st of the Month" (nigga what!)
The perfect time to come up
The only problem is: I'm broke and ain't got no dope
But as I was standin' in my bathroom mirror....I looked at the soap
Shit...soap look a little like dope (you scandalous nigga!)
Then, I chopped-chopped up me some counterfeit amphetamines
But wait a minute.....
Wait a minute now...what if they want to taste it?
Think quickly for cash: nigga dash to the kitchen, get the bread bag
Wrap that bread around some soap
Now I got the breadcrumb-dum-dum dope
It might sound funny, but it ain't no joke...
cause doin this shit could get a nigga smoked, mayn
But FUCK IT! Young nigga gotta get them duckets
Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches...
Orajel for the numbness
Then I hit the corner with a handful of breadcrumbs...
nigga got the dum-dum for ya
And the pump on approach if you say it ain't dope,
only dealin cause I hate to be sober
Peep, "creep on ah come up", I wait for a fiend to roll up
And walk to the car with my hand on my pistol,
he showed me the green, said
"Hold up...gotta get my stash"
Nigga need a 20...but I got that faded
Lovin these yum-yums, glad I made it;
I just hope this nigga don't try to taste it!
I dropped him the dummy, he said it was lovely
But as he pulled off, I pinned that he put the rock up in his mouth
(So he gon' come back for his money!)
I pinned that he braked...he skid...
Put it in reverse and he came back quick...
Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all big...
This is what happened to this bit....
We beat him and finished him off, and he never came 'round here no more
Cause a nigga ran into yours truly: poor, and a nigga scored
Lord forgive me but i can't remember (the last time I ate)
Now I gots to go get me a plate, or a bit, now I'm proper
Only spent three dollars and forty-four cents,
nigga full, now I gotta get bent
Nigga still got sixteen dollars and fifty-six cents...HELL YEAH!
These dum-dums got a nigga off the hook..they got booked, took, shook
Look: got dope but it ain't dope, so I guess you can call me a "crooked crook"
Hey...do you know somebody like me?
I don't think so, cause ain't nobody I see
Down for the crime like I'm down for mine,
and if I gotta, nigga I cheat
(cheat)
Chorus (x2)
So fuck with me, I got the chops mayn (chops mayn)
The biggest rocks up on the block mayn (block mayn)
Say fuck with me, I got tha chops mayn (the chopper, choppers)
Krayzie and Thug Queen:Thug Mentality 1999
-Refrain-
I got the power (power...) Power to the people; We the people, got the power,
let's ride
Krayzie
A nigga be humble but I'm down for mine/ Don't give me no static-n-You and I can
be fine;
I may be quiet; Believe me, I get violent/ You ready for war then grab your shit
and come on
Its' already jumpin', so we can just run in and start buckin'/ Fuck tha police
Now, let that be the reason/ You meet the heated 9-milli/ Cease to breathin'/
The glock shot the cop
Body rott/ Fuck 'em, grab his shotgun and cuff 'em, and dump his ass in the
river and let it splash
Do the shit/ Smooth, oil every slick move, but don't nobody know, but I know
that nigga fish food
So if you ready for the po-po to die, then put one hand up in the air, the other
hand on your 9
And say, ";Yeah, yeah!"; Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...Let me hear you
say
";Yeah, hell yeah!"; Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...
Thug Queen and Krayzie
God is so passionate and hears the cries of the needy (needy) Devils' greedy
(greedy) They get
you high (so high) before they feed you (feed you) Power to the people that
wanted to beat you
and mistreat you/ And at the same time have a smile when they greet you (greet
you)
Could never be equal/ We are revelation angels (angels) Change, cuz no matter
how hard you try
you can't erase us or replace us (erase us or replace us) Keep your eyes posted
high into the sky
It's your life, the fragile prize for provin' that black lives'll rise and fall
becauze of God
The tune is playin'/ Black women and black men, it's not to late to repent your
sin (sin)
Krayzie
You better stop, duck down, down, down (Pay attention; listen) What's that
sound? AK-47, nigga
Better hit the ground, so you better...you better stop , duck down, down, down
(Pay attention; listen)
What's that sound? AK-47, nigga so you better hit the ground...I think I got the
power that can take
over the world, you see? Look, I'm tryin' to live forever with my destiny
(destiny) Man, I'm tryin' to
start some shit/ A nigga deep into this army shit/ And if you feel it, you can
march to this
We got a million thugs, strong stompin'/ I'm ready to pump, pump, pump, pump and
dump the enemies
in the trunk, fuck 'em/ Hey, I heard they got a plan to try to kill us all/
Niggas get the mark of the beast
Disturbin' the peace/ But at least we know they doin' dirty, I'm keepin' the
30-30 close, so don't worry
We get with the static in a hurry
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Come on, what, what, what would you do, would you do, would you do if the end of
the world
came and it was real (real) And to know that you'll be dyin' soon (soon, soon)
Armageddon's comin' for you and for me, can't you see (see)
-Hook-
Get your pump...You can get your pump...
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Raw, raw, raw...Retaliation is a must, nigga. The enemy must suffer the
muthafuckin' consequences. Deadly{gunshots, ticking}
Yeah, I want all of these muthafuckers dead. I don't wanna see one muthafucker
left breathin'. Kill all these muthafuckers.
-Refrain-
Them niggas be killas....
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. (Bloody, bloody
murder...)
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period. (Killa...)
Krayzie
I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland/ Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed/
Dozed off, but I was awakened by the
telephone ringin'/ I picked it up ";Hello?"; At first, nobody would answer me, so
I said it again ";Hello?";
Somebody starts breathin'/ Not thinkin'; I hung up the phone/ Niggas be playin'
jokes, I payed it no mind/ It could've been just
my fuckin' friends/ Then I sat back and closed my eyes/ No more than 4 seconds,
it rung again ";Hello?
And why in the fuck is you playin?"; Somebody yelled out ";You die!"; Before I
could even reply some nigga jumped right
throu the window buckin' a pistol/ I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the
bullets on the way to the stairs
Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head/ Thinkin' for sure that I'm gonna be dead/
Scared? Oh yeah! So I turned around and ran out
the backdoor instead/ Them niggas was steadily buckin'/ Whoever was dumpin',
they surely did want me in the red
Continued to fled; hit a couple of fences/ Thinkin' 'bout who could have did
this? Retaliation; I'll handle my business, kill 'em
As God as my witness/ I called up my niggas; they ready for war/ Kill 'em's the
way that we even the score
If you did not come for war, what in the fuck you come here for?
-Refrain-
Bam
Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot/ You smokin'
hot/ Gather troops, destinations be your block
The stakes is high since '94/ Got your tightest G for ransom/ Maybe unhand 'em
and let him go/ Hell no, you shouldn't've
chanced it/ It's not essential/ Got smoked, only death threats on your boast/ So
take it as a quote, get violent if you see me
Loc/ We deadly/ Step, pay your sins, you'll die a thousand times/ He's found
with open eyes, and mesmerized, no vital signs
That's 50 mercenaries that blood money can't afford/ Jump out of new Accords/
Deep run in; got two swords
A deadly ho, fate been chosen/ Get your eyes swollen/ I roll and dreams we're
golden, and now your hood we controllin'
You tellin' lies/ Caught you slippin' up at your Mama's house/ Should've took
you out, but I told my homies throw you out
Better thank your stars, relocate anywhere close to Mars, and stop actin' hard/
You got more than you bargained for
-Refrain-
Bam
We leave 'em shell-shocked, 40 glocks and dirty looks and pop shots. We verse
'em twice; murda books police
Cuz scared of heights. It's cowards versus niggas, been shook, didn't recognize
the way your body hangin' from a hook.
Thugline don't play.
Krayzie
Shit, Dog, I done told 'em. We'll erode 'em. Ho ain't got no scrotum. Slippin'
in a clip and reload 'em, and when they jump
yeah, we gon' unload 'em, and hit 'em wherever, however they want it. We gon'
make sure no one's alive or left to identify me
It ain't over until you die.
-Refrain-
Krayzie
Hey...Who can take some bread crumbs (who can take some bread crumbs) mix it up
with soap
(mix it up with soap) Create a 20 rock to make the fiends think it's dope? The
Dummy Man
The Dummy Man/ Ohhh...the Dummy Man can, the Dummy Man can/ The Dummy Man can
Cuz he gives 'em extra love to make 'em think it's all good/ And they think it's
all good...
Murda one come murda them all, come murda one come murda them all,all, come murda one come murda them all, come murda one come murda them all, all
Look who's back in the house, wit' this gat in ya' mouth, bust it right at the crowd, click click bang bang
Look who's back in the house, wit' this gat in ya' mouth, bust it right at the crowd, click click bang bang
Get the fuck out'cha chair, put'cha gun in the air, bust it like ya' don't care, y'all really wanna fuck wit' Bone?[I said]
Get the fuck out'cha chair, put'cha gun in the air, bust it like ya' don't care, now sang wit' me sang wit' me
Murda music, that murda music, murda music murda music[2 x's]
Murd'em all, murd'murd'em all all
Murd'em all, murd'murd'em all all[kill 'em all]{2 x's}
Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda kill 'em all, murda mo murda mo murda mo murda kill 'em all[2 x's]
Ooooo reload the clip and come back to kill you[redrum redrum]ooooo reload the clip and come back to kill you kill you[redrum redrum]
Rot'cha body body, rot'cha body body, murda music, we gon' rot'cho body body[2 x's]
Murda music, that murda music, murda music murda music[4 x's]
[kill kill kill kill]{8 x's}
Kill'em all, kill'em all, kill'em all, bang blow they brains out[2 x's]
Never comin' back no more[redrum redrum]{4 x's}
He dead, he dead he dead he dead he dead, he dead he dead he dead he dead, he dead he dead he dead he dead, that nigga's never comin' back no more no more no more[2 x's]
Rot'cha body body, rot'cha body body, murda music we gon' rot'cho body body[2 x's]
Devil
{devilish laughs} Deep in the darkness of the underworld, Mista Sawed-Off LeathaFace, the black warrior, calls upon his mighty souljahs to begin with the destruction of those who appose this Thug Nation civilization. We shall prevail. We shall prevail and leave our enemies drowning in our destruction. Forever trapped in Hades if he dare go against the forces of the underworld. So bow down, bow down and praise the 12 gauge! and pay respects to Sawed-Off Leathaface, the Legend.
-Devil Voice & Krayzie-
(Sawed-Off Leathaface) Ya'll best stay the fuck up outta mine... (ThugLine Records up in this motherfucker) Hatin' on the ThugLine is just a waste of time...
-Chorus-
Ya'll niggas better let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go/ Let go that bullshit my nigga/ Ya'll really need to let it go, let it go, let it go, let it go/ Let go, let go
Krayzie
These niggas must think I'm sleepin' cauze the weed got me easin' but I'm sensin' the tention/ Tech loadin' just distactin' my mission/ This for them ho's, but ladies I ain't talkin' about you cauze 9 outta 10 of these niggas be bitches too (They bitches too) Runnin around talkin' lies, they keep my name in they mouth/ Ten years in the business and all I can tell 'em is (shit) that this game is wild/ Where the fuck these thugs come from? All of a sudden these niggas is thuggin'/ All in the camera, mean muggin' motherfuckers, but bitch ain't finna do nothin'/ Thug in silence, half these niggas never been one but they yell it/ Fan seem to believe it, but real niggas don't respect they gonna reject it/ And why this fag nigga worried about who rappin' the fastest? (Huh?) Nigga was scared to lay a verse cauze we scared mine just might slash his/ Ya bitch! Yo' twist like me if ya want to, go ahead and twist/ Your shit'll never be liver than this
-Chorus-
Krayzie
Let it go, you niggas be hatin' me man; I already know cauze you let it show/ What the fuck is you hatin' me for? Oh you niggas must see the glow, but they don't ever wanna see the light, but that a'ight cauze we still gon' shine/ Make money, take money/ T-H-U-G the Line! Original niggas you better believe it/ When you seek us you better be easy, don't be hangin' around to long cauze I be thinkin' you biggas be schemin'/ Bitch its LeathaFace! Infront of the line of thugs/ So can push, shove, whateva you wanna do/ We won't budge, show no love for niggas that used to down (Yeah) I know you used to be down (Uh huh) But shit, ain't the same when I come around now, so shit I'm out, cauze I don't hang with my foes/ They tellin' me to keep my enemies close, but they close enough through my scope/ Drop em! Pop pop pop pop pop pop 'em, got 'cha/ Get 'cha with the murda murda, baby
-Chorus-
-Outro-Wish (Krayzie)-
As the new world order takes us into the year 2000
The shadows of death over the sky causin' total destruction
As we transform day into night, darkness falls down upon us
We rise from the fog uncomparable to any other form of life
Together we ride by night, unidentified, unseen, unknown
Yes we are the pirates
Our mission is to destroy enemies by any means necessary
And those who interfere with prosecution for execution
Shall indeed be terminated any race be gone
For we are the Kneight Riduz
Killers of the night and first of our kind
Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'
Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'
You're takin' chances runnin' around upon me
I got somethin' waitin' in a cage for you
Wipe that smile off your face when you see us ridin' through
Killin' 'em all till everyone fall
You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues
I thought people should continues bouncin'
A war right now is not what you're really wantin'
Pirates got the world on lock down, we rule from the darkness
We come from beneath the ground, so who wants to party?
We got runnin' up with slugs for everybody
Renovate the town in blood with a slaughter
What's the matter you're not soundin' so tough?
Am I callin' your bluff? When them high tides
Come crashin' ashes to ashes and dust to dust
We are the pirates, the pirates
Yes we are the pirates, pirates
Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'
Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'
Wanna come fuck with me?
Me bloody matey got me back so check your tick-tock
How many minutes ya got before you drop? been shot
The smell of gun powder fills the air
Bleeding terribly lying there you beg for mercy we don't care
Bloody bodies stacked up in a pile and set the fire
It's the pirates behind all this violence it's not the devil
It's rebellin' with my shovel, with my victims lifeless
Tossed over my shoulder as I showed him to his hell-hole
Dead foes to the bottom
Us pirates be heartless my conscious was fuckin' with me I shot him
And got 'em all believe me
We gonna [Incomprehensible] crazy and I'm silent until my other mode
We front the under land understand, understand?
We live to die so we fear no man not at all
Every time we call stay outta the way and outta the dark
And just hope to God, that he'll just come and kill us all
We all gonna dies, it's the ways of life wildest new generation pirates
Us new generation pirates, pirates, us new generation pirates, pirates
Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'
Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'
Up in my temple proceedin' I'm waitin' to taste your
Blood run through my veins and see you gasping out my name
You'll be sayin', "Psycho bitch, psycho, psycho, psycho"
See the fear that's in your face is how I kill you
I have to fill my thirst so now I gots to kill you
We are all forgotten souls nightmare of every boy and girl
Kneight Riduh pirates the leaders of the underworld
I'm so happy, happy knowin' my torture brought you pain
Play in my little game you hide I'll blow out your brain
Isn't that fun? Whoever wants some you can hide but you can't run
I cut off your legs now beg, yes beg, 1-2 Riduz comin' for you
3-4 you shoulda locked your door, let me in
Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
That we're pirates by night we get violent like fighters fightin'
Can't you feels the temperature droppin' gettin' cold?
Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door
Is it magic? No it's murda they don't know
Krayzie and Kneight Rieduz:Thug Mentality 1999
Intro
(Leatherface...Deadly Whispers...((?))
you're gonna die here, y'know? (The Widow-maker) Knieght Rieduz
(Knieght Rieduz) There's no escaping the Knieght Rieduz
Knieght 1- Shhh
Hey, I be pirate they call Shhh {laughing} You wanna walk the plank?
C'mon, I'll make you walk the plank/ Aiming point-blank range,
Buckin' up brain, what a bloody bloody scene, make the old lady scream, ";Oh, no!
I don't believe it"; But you seen it redrum murder, baby/ All they saw was the
shadows of the dark
So they can't tell the law/ Ha, ha, ha! Fuck 'em!
Knieght 2
Even in the rain, like to see the head pop when they heart stop; Drop
Knieght 1- Shhh
As they pulse begins to weakin'; complications with their breathin'
And I'll step on they neck while they wheezin'/ Comin' from the underland
Pirates, understand we are unidentified; 1st of our kind/ Knieght Rieduz roll,
vroom, vroom, vroom
All the pirates on the ships-n-the witches on the brooms
And manic, and manic, and manic; it must be magic {laughing}
We move only when the moonlight guides us/ When the sun rises, you will not find
us
We will not exist/ Disappear from the faces of the earth, but when the clock
strikes 12{clock ring}
all Hell breaks loose (Tell 'em right...Tell 'em)We are the people
under the floors and we will kill you/ Dressed in black, my name is Shhh
And I shall speak no more (no more)
Knieght 3 - Deadly Whispers
Bewildered by the mere sight of us/ Mind twisted; Shook-up
Should'na never missed that bus/ Danger closing in on all sides
You only get one chance, you better take it/ Run, hide
Appeared from outta nowhere/ No trace to be found/ We come and we go
Without even a sound/ One in hand, I am he; Deadly whispers, cutting throu my
crane
like the sharpest of scissors/ More or less showin' you all no pity
And you women have the audacity to tell you body with these sexual tendencies
It couldn't happen even in your wildest fantasies
I'm not gonna pass out when I'm throu...
-Refrain-
Knieght Rieduz here we go...({roars} We want your blood)
Krayzie
Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face-n-the muthafuckin' Knieght Rieduz.
Thugline, nigga. These muthafuckers pirates
And I'm the muthafuckin' thug. So I guess that make me a muthafuckin' thug
pirate...
Pull out your pump/ I'm ready to buck (Buck, buck, buck)
I know it's like that when I be fuckin' with these Knieght Rieduz
Them niggas be always in some type of violence
That's why I signed 'em; Nigga was lookin' for soldiers/ And I never seen no
people like these; they ain't your ordinary
As a matter of fact; check out the rap, they kinda scary/ Night time is where
they
come from, but I ain't seen these niggas in the day time
Not once/ Something fishy/ It's like they don't exist/ Nigga never saw they
faces
I just liked the shit they makin'/ And when we roll
Niggas be lookin' surprised becauze of the way they dress
And they mysterious eyes; hypnotize you, My Knieght Rieduz/ Put on my leather
face
when I want to play with the pirates
-Refrain-
(Comin' just for you {laughing} Oh, We want your blood {laughing}
Knieght 4 - The Widowmaker
I suggest you pack your bags and haul ass if you can
{bird screaches} Be gone by nightfall, and don't look back Oh, how tragic!
Them chose not to roll so they got rolled over/ Now them all alone full of
bulletholes
Turn his lights off indefinitely/ You're nothing more than a puff of smoke
Erased from everyone's memory; You're next to be embalmed
You're no longer a part of the human race/You become a corpse and you're lost in
total darkness
For those who blaspheme my name; Call the coroner/ Won't rest until them all
inside a grave
-Refrain-
Caught 'em {laughing} Oh, Knieght Rieduz (coming just for spite)
Outro
One, two, here we come for you/ Three, four, we takin' over the world
Five, six, you have no time to repent/ Seven, eight, Anti-Saint
Nine, Ten, the sun has set fallin' into the underland
He did you wrong
He did you wrong
He did you wrong
He did you wrong
Hey girlfriend, if somebody told your boyfriend
If they told him, what me and you be doin'
Somebody gonna be in trouble
[Incomprehensible] we be kickin' it like husband and wife
You see that's the reason you sleepy sayin', "Not tonight"
Meet me at the corner store, ain't nobody gotta know
Soon as you pull up, we pull out and roll
Follow me home
Let's get away and be alone, unplug my phone
You know the song, baby
All around the world, it's the same song, the same song
Turn off the light, we be smokin' bud in the dark
Every time I hit the weed
I can see your beauty reflectin' when it spark
Girl, I feel it the reeder and the vibe is perfect
And don't feel worthless
'Cause if your man was actin' right, he'd be worth it
Baby, he don't deserve this
So don't be actin' nervous and besides, he ain't here
It's closed curtains, gettin' it on shit
You know it's something about
When you be sneakin' for some reason
The lovin' feel much better
When you're creepin', don't you get too sleepy
You know you gotta go
Your man is back at home and probably waitin' at the door
So, I get with you tomorrow, baby, just page me, hit me up
And when I jump outta work, come on over and give me some
Hey girlfriend, if somebody told your boyfriend
If they told him, what me and you be doin'
Somebody gonna be in trouble
All I needed was a thug in my life
Somebody that'll treat me right
Slap it from the back and keep it wet all night
A rider like you that's ghetto-life
Answer to my dreams knew that you was him on sight
The way your shit was tight, ain't no happy home
Talkin' to them chickens on the cell phone
Took your shit too long, now two can play the game
I'm feelin' you and ain't no shame
And when I'm in your arms, I feel no pain
Can't hit the spot like you, cop a knot like you
Flip it over quick and knock it out the box like you
Keep it locked like you, it's only you on my mind
And when I'm rollin' in my Benz knowin' you on your grind
You make my heat melt and I don't want no one else
If I can't have you, I'd rather touch myself
Just give the word, boo, I'm leavin' all this shit for you
That thug passion got me sprung, so whatcho gon' do?
Hey girlfriend, if somebody told your boyfriend
If they told him, what me and you be doin'
Somebody gonna be in trouble
Somebody gonna be in trouble
In trouble, in trouble
'Cause if anybody find out
And you know that, yes, you know that
Somebody gonna be in trouble
In trouble, in trouble
'Cause if anybody find out
And you know that, yes, you know that
yall ready , yeh , krayzie jackson i wanna take this time out right now to holla at my dawgs, my bone thug niggas
Yo, what up my nigga? Yeah it's been a minute since I saw ya
I hear your lawyer still tryin to get that appeal for ya
Wanted to holla and tell ya what's poppin but you probly
Already know we been goin through problems, anyway I
Hear you been excercisin and gettin strong in the mind
I hear you been searchin for God inside The Koran
That's cool man, I been prayed up myself
I pray for my health and stress way less for wealth now
I'm still a soldier but I'm tryin to be one for Jehovah
We in the Last Days and tha Last Days is almost over
We all older now, my minds much stronger now
I can see in ya letters ya vocabulary's broader now
I wish we woulda been this smart before we let this game rip us apart
But we forgot that God was our heart, heart
But dont even sweat it my nigga stay strong
And we gon kick it when u come home, my nigga Flesh n Bone, Flesh n Bone
[Chorus]
I remember, remember back in the day
When we all used to hang, Yeah
Back in the hood that was a everyday thang
Yall remember, how we got in this game
We was all in the same
But it came to fame and thangs changed, thangs changed
[Verse 2]
What up Lay? Hope you and ya family okay
I don't even know where I should begin cause I got so many things to say
We been dawgs since the Seventh Grade, the Seventh Grade
Struggled together for a better way, and better days
We was Kid n Play, Kriss Kross and all them niggaz
They called you the light one and of course I was the dark skinned one
Hey! You was the human beat box and I was the rapper
In the battles in between classes, those days
They ain't the same no more, we don't even hang no more
We let the fame destroy something's that's worth way more
Cause friends are kinda hard to come by ain't no tellin these days
We should of seen it comin' ain't no trustin these snakes
But all in all, we had a ball
And even though we took a fall, it's not for long fa sho!
We'd be some damn fools if we let silly ego's
Come between some damn trues and cause a fam fued (my nigga, my nigga)
[Chorus]
[Verse3]
Wish, my nigga, I can clearly remember
See me and you go way back to that day and night in November
Or was it December? When you was mobbin tryin to rob some niggaz
And I was out, put the slug in the pump and I cocked it nigga
But I had my finger still on the trigger, Oh my God, my nigga
Screamin at me like "You shot me nigga!" and I was shocked my nigga
My ears started ringin, I was tweakin, blood was squirtin
You was swervin on the curb man, word man
Rushed to Even though youEmergency, coppers came and arrested me
told them I didn't do it they cuffin me
We told them we was just chillin and niggaz hit us
Half dead and ain't snitchin now that's the realest, that was the realest
That's why we still down, what's really real now
Make ya feel how, we in it to win it with a ill style
You suckas better recognize, better check it
When Krayzie and Wish head over ThugLine Records nigga
[Chorus]
[Verse 4]
I ain't forgot ya Bizzy Bone, what's happenin?
We was always in some action every night straight to brackin its crackin
We walked the streets together, starvin, ain't eat together
Slept outside in zero below, it's gon freeze together
I remember I went to the county
And when I got out you went to bustin your pistol, nigga you rowdy
Now how'd all of a sudden it gettin so cloudy, so cloudy
They say Krayzie got problems with Bizzy, that's why they, they breakin up
Only problem I had was you runnin out on the band
But you explained to me deeper and now I understand
So why is niggaz beefin when there's cheese to get and bread to stack
And head's to crack, we got a deadly rap
Nigga together we the coldest, coldest
The realest East 99 soldiers, soldiers
United we ball, divided we fall
Thugline guess who's back?
(Da thugs)
Tell 'em who the real niggaz is, man?
(Da thugs)
Who the fuck ya come to see?
(Da thugs)
The only niggaz down with me is
(Da thugs)
Who the niggaz straight up off the double glock?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz brought you thug love with Pac
(Bone)
(Da thugs)
Who the niggaz mixin' Hennessey and gin?
(Da thugs)
Let's start this shit up, baby
Niggaz guessin' it is my thug nature
That motivates me to chase me some paper
'Cause bein' broke sure 'nuff wasn't the plans when we made 'em
Straight up, you barely get up off your ass wake up, wake up
Nigga, how long you think this shit gonna last? Yeah
(Thugs)
Get up, get up got to keep your hustle
Got to fight the struggle if ya wanna survive the jungle
You know I'm a thug for life, I'm knowin' you already knowin' that
Don't need to be showin' that
Until it's time to let niggaz knowin that, that's what I'm doin'
(Thugs)
Gonna go platinum outta the box the tracks out, the raps out
And nigga don't act shocked
You fuckin' with Kray, leatherface sawed off slim
Ghetto cowboy
Whatever you got to say you say it loud, speak up
(Thugs)
No need for flashin' my jewelry to get a broad, hell no
Ain't got no game but nigga my real is raw
You feel me, kill me that's been the discussion of some bustas
I heard them motherfuckas tryin' to do the thuggish ruggish
(Thugs)
Bring it on, we about war, world war
Meet us in the streets or bring it to the show
We can rap, bust caps, make 'em know it
While I strangle this bastard with my microphone cord
(Da thugs)
Who them motherfuckas wanna be like?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz feel the thug shit we write?
(Da thugs)
Tell them motherfuckas who we do it for?
(Da thugs)
If ya niggaz lookin' for us playa, here we go
(Da thugs)
Why the fuck the cops always fuckin' with
(Da thugs)
Fuck the police that's comin' straight from
(Da thugs)
Who your girlfriend left you for?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz you scared to approach?
(Da thugs)
The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there
Picture thugs on the line, frontline
The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there
Nigga you're runnin' outta time
See you with a cop, 'cause we be there, pint ya
Thugs on the line, frontline
See krayzie about that nickels and profit
(Thugs)
Keepin' my pockets all swollen
Gimme that bone love
As you can see it's no longer mo' thug
That's your luck, 'cause it ain't no beefer that my peeps
So why do I hear 'em speakin' it different on the streets?
But check it out
(Thugs)
I'm through with trippin', that's why I got on my mission and did this
Handled my business, witness your nigga come up on these millions
Really I been in the cut now for quite a while
When I come out, niggaz gonna recognize the tighter style
(Thugs)
Now watch out this harmonies
Speed it up, heat it up, beat it up
Give it up, anyways keepin' up
Ain't never been done before just so you know
Wait a minute, oh I want you to meet and greet my thug tribe
New and improved, I bring to you the motherfuckin' thugline
(Thugs)
Fuck what you talkin' stupid bitch, it's what you walk
Can you walk? And my thugs strut
It's daily watch me walk
(Thugs)
I never really been one to claim no coast
But you're that Cleveland nigga in here for sho'
(In da house)
That I know
(Thugs)
Who them niggaz stealin' t-shirts and khakies?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz keep it real when they rappin'?
(Da thugs)
Who they tryin' to ban, who?
(Da thugs)
And who don't give a damn, who?
(Da thugs)
What you hearin' when you turnin' on your radio?
(Da thugs)
Who you seein' when you lookin' at the video?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz smokin' blunts non stop?
(Da thugs)
Who them niggaz escape the block?
(Da thugs)
When you kick it with the thugs
When you smoke a little weed
Call me up, you know the thugs always keep it
We got what you need, just call me up, yeah
(Da thugs)
Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)
Teach the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole wide world)
Want the world to be like
(Da thugs)
(Whole, wide, world)
What's up to my niggaz Flesh-N-Bone?
(Da thugs)
Stay strong, my nigga
Fuck the law
Hey yo, I'm tired of runnin these streets, yo
I'm tired of hustlin
Y'all motherf**kers think this is all a game
This shit ain't easy, this is all I know
What am I supposed to do now? huh?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
It was you and me against the world
We switched the game up
Hustlin forever together before we came up
It changed our paths we went our separate ways
No more ridin on them niggaz for me, how I miss those days
Swore up and down you was a super thug, so it's told
But had compassion for your foes wit'cha heart of gold
While I was rappin and singing you started slangin and bangin
But with money comes greed saw your heart it was changin
Niggaz out on the street, your peeps gettin covered in sheets
You relied on heat to keep you from suffering defeat
And now you're different like these savages, you're soul golfed
I know you're hurtin everytime I see your soul from you
You at your crossroads, whatcho gonna do?
Where you going, boo?
Street is watchin just to take your soul from you
Who will feed your seed if you're locked down, or better yet
Dead?
Did you live your life to the fullest when you take your last
Breath?
Do you know?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Come follow me into my life, my life, my life
I'm a young hustla
This is to get paid as I stay clean away from bustas
Strugglin is in my blood
Mentality thug, reality I'm f**ked up
I gotta go get it my goddamn self, cause ain't nobody about to
Give me shit
Gotta go out and get the rent pay
So I'ma be out here on this block with these rocks and this
Glock
Until I profit could you stop it?
Mama used to say 'but until I see it better, it got to be this
Way'
And it don't look like I be going nowhere, nowhere
Looks like I'm stuck in this here ghetto
Even though I done got this dream of being famous
This is really short, and if I don't make it by the end of the
Year
Shit's feelin to be changin I'ma be dangerous, bangin nigga's
Brain
Nigga, I'ma start sharin my pain and bang
Hey, this shit we do for the dollar, dollar bill y'all
So, before I get killed y'all
I gotta make better ain't tryin hustle forever, ever
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
Do you know where you're goin to?
Do you like the things the streets it's showin you?
Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever?
God, please I know you see me livin better that this
But, truthfully it's hard for Dre to comprehend cause it's
Cheddar to get
If I don't hustle I can't eat
So in these streets it's you and me
Takin these fair penitentiary chances
Plus some real finances that'll (?) me and my fam to better
Circumstances
Rider quote 'man even though I know I know how this game go'
Got the green light for cash and I can't let time pass
Gotta grabs mines reality's a mutha
Tryin to hold on to all my survivin thugs brothas
See, this life'll make you sharp and hard two clenched fists for
The struggle
Ride for my thug nation that love to hustle hard
With slugs from berettas, doing dirty business
Some niggaz still can't get together collecting figgas
Make it impossible to hustle forever
But life's a struggle we gonna survive until something come
Along better
Bloody murder
(Yeah, yeah)
Watch out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Nigga, killin' all of y'all
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause that's what we about
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Bloody murder
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
Watch out
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
We be killin' all of y'all
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
'Cause that's what we about
(Yeah, yeah, yeah)
You know before we leave from the scene, you'll bleed
(Leave from the scene)
Yes indeed, when I squeeze trigger freeze
Voice: I'm Baaaackk (;uaghter)
Man: Psst Psst Buddy Boy, Hey
Chrous: 9mm Heaters pump pump a dome dome (x4)
Verse 1:
You need a weapon for protection
Hit yo nigga fo sho
Whether you got beef
or you wanna lick you some niggas to get you some dough
Whatever you need i got
9mm glocks fresh outta the package
but if you really wanna do some damage
check out this Tech 9 automatic
Say you got beef wit niggas and there's about 20 of em
dont even sweat it
Pop the clip in that bitch and I bet you there be no more niggas
You can forget it
I got AK-47s and Mac 11s
I bet ya a .357 will leave em breathless on a stretcher
I got M16s, my nigga what you need
Believe I got just say what it is and i'll take you to peek
come follow me
Take a loot at the Mossberg pump
Really fuck niggas up
You can take a leg off wit that muthafucka or bust up the gut
Or AK-74 spit it and tear a big hole
Hit whatever you spittin at
Get a gat but hurry nigga I must go
I got some hot shit
some shit you better not get caught wit them though
You ditch that bitch right in the river wit that nigga you smoked
Krayzie: Whats up my nigga what you need?
Buyer: Hey gimmie a Mac and a couple 9' nigga
Krayzie: Ok
Buyer: Hey you got an AK back there?
Krayzie: Hell Yeah
Buyer: Cool
Krayzie: Hell yeah, nigga wait right here let me go to the back and i'll be back wit some shit for you to kill all them muthafuckas god damn it
Chrous (x4)
Verse 2
Man I got rockets thats launching like heat seekers
street sweepers
thats what you be needin if you tryin to make em go meet that Grim Reaper
But when they come heavily heated
we hit em up wit a bazooka spit em off
You wanna get rid of the ememy quickly before they shoot you nigga what
So check it out I got .22s, .25s, .44s, .45s, and Trey 8 Specials
with them i throw in some extra slugs or maybe a body bag
or how bout a vest, cover your chest up
you gonna be sorry if somebody wet ya
I got silencers for quiet murders
Quick and violent murders
I throw in some duckt tape if you thinkin that you wanna rob em first
But lets get back to artillery
I got everything you will ever need
This Mac 10 could sack 10 niggas so quick you'd never believe
Make a gang retreat, stain them niggas, bang the heat
Riot Pump, try it once
And nigga you'll come back thanking me
For snipers i got scopes and infa red beams
Hit em where it bleeds, pierce em where they breathe
Better protect yourself
Be careful dont wet yourself
Get yourself a gun
So call me if you want some
I got em you can buy some
Dont get caught without
Believe me nigga I got one
The time has come
Let us unite, mount
My heavenly Father's children
(My heavenly Father)
The time has come for judgement
Armageddon
False prophets never blend in
For we are
(We are)
Revelation angels descending
(My lordy, lord)
From our sins no need to pretend
Who provided me oxygen I loved since I began
Prayin' you wash away my sins
Babylon the great has fallen, offsprings of the wicked one crawl
Fearin' that their Lord is calling
Blessed be the sins of the Almighty
Destunation of any others burn eternaly and waste in heat
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
Oh, look what we've been done
What have brung, brung, brung?
It's Armageddon, pay attention
You better recognize the end is coming
You'll be wishin' it wasn't time to die
'Cause I can see and I can feel it
It's all in my bone
And ain't no tellin' when you living
You're dead, you're gone for sure
We go through this war I thought you knew
It's time to recruit
And you and you, you better be prepared to shoot
So look out, boy
(And you're runnin' and you're coming)
Uh, oh, uh, oh, no, no, not the evil system
Armageddon bring new kingdom
Hey tell me where you're runnin' to
'Cause when I find you you're marked by the beast
So you're not a survivor
So it's time to die, kiss ourselves goodbye
The whole world bites the dust, couldn't live while corrupted up
Enough get up and get youselves together
Get your kids 'cause they're rebellion got to learn 'em with a lesson
It's taught you're brought caught up in your web
And it's your fault got no pulse
Armaggedon will have you broke off
But still you don't wanna learn, learn
Standin' too close to that fire, get burned, burned
Muder is coming to ge us, believe me
It's seekin' to find your future
The feeling I get when it's creepin'
Now police have been killin' [unverified] us [unverified] to ger rid of us
What you want? I'm sick of the world, putting us all in coffin
But y'all don't feelin' me now
How silly can we be? It's Judgement Day as we speak
And it ain't no other road, no death is the only way to go
So murder is comin' to get us, pin us, all within time
Armageddon, geddon, geddon
Armageddon
The end is coming
You better get ready for Armageddon
Armageddon destruction rollin' over us in murderous ways
Killin' you everybody
See did anybody pray?
But it's much tool late
If you have not been told on Judgement Day
Bloddy fate and you can't say wait
Could you imagine seeing life end and I mean your life just flashing
Poof, gonna do? Gonna do?
Do you wanna live the rest of your life?
Or do you wanna die with the rest of your life, life?
Somebody calling me telling me you better get up, the end is comin'
It's comin' they comin' and yes I believe it, I know it
I know it's near look here, ha you
Ain't trying to be outside when the sun no longer shine
That's right, that's right, that's right
Now look at you burn
We're lost fallin' from the ground, law free we are
Freedom from po po, we don't need 'em no more
And I hope you catch the first blow
I'm flipping much praise to the Lord above me
No one can change that
I know the difference between life and death
And while you lie back thinking your life you're gonna live forever
Who put you on that level?
It was a lie would be nice
Souljah Boy'll treat you better
Never put anything before your children
Honor your mother and father
You're going to live forever in the kingdom, peace
The Maker, He got somthing for us
He gave us life y'all
And He's gonna have to destroy us, gonna break us off
Armageddon
The end is coming
You better ge ready for Armageddon
An there shall be great earthquakes
And the sun becomes as black as sackcloth
And the moon as blood
And the stars of heaven shall fall unto the earth
Even as a fig tree cast her untimely figs
When she is shaken of a mighty wind
And the heavens, the heavens will depart as a scroll
And it is the roller together
And every mountain and island will move out of their places
And the kings of the earth, and the great men and the rich men
And the chief captains and the mighty men and every bond man
And every free man, shall hide themselves in the dens
And in the rocks of the mountains
And shall say to the mountain and the rocks
Fall on us, fall on us and hise us fro the face of him
That sit upon the throne
And from the wrath of the Lamb
For the great day of His [unverified] has come
And who shall be able to stand?
Big ballin' bitch like Boss come thru like it ain't no thang
Paper chase, hustlin' nothin' changed
Ask me again I'll tell you the same
Don't hustle the fame nigga, muscle the game
Put it down in the street for mine
24/7, stayin' on the grind
For days and days I shell at the cops
Enough grenades to get at the block
I'm a drug smuggler
Part bitch, part thug, part hustla
You lift my crib and I'm touchin' ya
No love for ya, draw blood from ya
'Cause a nigga like you dreamin' to Boss
And you fiendin' to floss and who pounds is flown
We're bustin' motherfuckas with the black game
Holdin' them fiends
And lovin' my crack
In the front got bud in the back
Who can get more thugga than that?
From hookers and jacks
Put the house up, bitch, I'm bustin' the gat
Y'all niggaz always testing
Gonna make me pull this Wesson
If money ain't the answer rephrase the question, dawg
Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is runnin' up in your town
With an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols
Y'all mad, we the real number oners
Rollin' like big, Thugline nothin' but runners
Trouble Boss, a double cross
A nigga named Krray they good as dead
From the B-O-double, doin' double time
And these tricks comin' up to bread
We on some thugga shit
We on some other shit
That you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't stop
And you can't touch the clique
You know you love this shit
Take it to what we spit
The thuggin' don't stop
We on some thugga shit
We on some other shit
That you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't stop
And you can't touch the clique
You know you love this shit
Take it to what we spit
The thuggin' don't stop
I heard a silent motherfucka creepin' up from behind ya
Bet ya didn't think that I'd find ya, huh?
With a nine or pump your shit'll be fucked
And I ain't even popped the goddamn trunk
I bet they never saw a nigga bring the heat and be so cool
Freeze everything, nigga don't move
You can choose to be a fool and try to get away
But never make it out the room when the pump go, boom
Fuckin 'em up, scream "Fuck the world" while I cuff my nuts
Real niggaz don't lie, hit 'em in the mind
Every time goddamn we live
Send 'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all?
Matter of fact motherfucka, who paid y'all?
You runnin' up on them niggaz, you know gonna bust back?
Take no more shorts fuck that
Pistol control, we roll streets so they all know
If they run up I'll pop get your hand out my pocket
For the glock, glock shot 'em all on the floor
You dealin' with some motherfuckin' real niggaz
Thrill niggaz, we'll kill niggaz if they wanna kill me
Still runnin' with the AK-47 ain't shit changed
Still got the same artillery
Bust at them bastards
Me and Boss steady breakin' it off in they asses
Wanna see me get glasses
'Cause I be all in your face but you walk right past us
But that let a niggaz know they don't really wanna swang them thangs
Fuckin' wit them thugs, the thugs, the thugs, nigga the thugs, what?
We on some thugga shit
We on some other shit
That you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't stop
And you can't touch the clique
You know you love this shit
Take it to what we spit
The thuggin' don't stop
We on some thugga shit
We on some other shit
That you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't stop
And you can't touch the clique
You know you love this shit
Take it to what we spit
The thuggin' don't stop
Bare witness to Mrs. Gangsta
We're gun-toters, blunt smokers
Big bank folders and high rollers
Quick to burn off into toaster
For fun this bitch judges wanna pose as gorilla
Pimps, killers and soldiers roll
You don't slip and we thought that we told ya
Know what Thug Luv nigga to bone ya
They can run your shit and bend a corner
Scatter and spread like mustard
Jam them buzzards up and leave 'em smothered
Quick friends gats find ya like bookie
And they down with me like fo' flat
Y'all niggaz got nuts, our niggaz got nuts
So we can go nut for nut, see who first to crack and split
Like ya down like wipers
'Fore the motherfuckin' piper pay the bitch
You motherfuckas fin' to feel it?
Thugline put it down keepin' it the real it
And I ain't really trippin' off these niggaz
They say they gonna get me yet they miss me
'Cause I've been here niggaz thuggin'
Waitin' for you motherfuckas to come bring it to me
Fuck waitin' I'ma mingle with it
The nine millimeter and plenty more haters
If any more niggaz roll up put the cut I'm fuckin 'em up
When I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you gonna die
Fuck you, die, buck you, die
Reload, unload one more time
Hit him with the pump make sure he dead
He bled blood, we bail
Ask me if a nigga prepared for war, hell yeah
We on some thugga shit
We on some other shit
That you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't stop
And you can't touch the clique
You know you love this shit
Take it to what we spit
The thuggin' don't stop
We on some thugga shit
We on some other shit
That you ain't fuckin' with
The thuggin' don't stop
And you can't touch the clique
You know you love this shit
Take it to what we spit
{dialing of phone}
Krayzie
Still thuggin' with the thugs, thugs, with the thugs
(If y'all feel this, scream mo! All my niggas on the Thugline, thugline)
Ain't a damn thing changed, damn thing changed, changed
(If y'all feel this, scream mo! All my niggas on the Thugline, thugline)
And if you niggas wanna get some, get some. Count me down for your thing
Relay
Muthafuck you niggas hatin' on me, hatin' on me/ No-no, gotta grin but I pin
swolled eyes so fuck them crooked, crackin'
po-po's/ Kick down doors on our goals, don't forget them bowls/ Keep businesss
to myself 'cause it's best if no one knows
I trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas either/ Try to take my weed, I got
more power than She-ra/ Dirty-South diva
I rise like Mya/ My high is comin' down/ I smoke some more and I get higher/ La,
la-la...They beat this weed and they set fire
Ganja make me loose, 'cause I'm live like a wire/ I never share attire, keep
passin' me them thangs/ Just hit 'em with that heat to
they mouth like some wangs/ Straight out Decator, gon' get some cheese and fuck
the fame/ Straight out Decator, you got
drama? You know my name/ Now close your eyes and listen to Sleepy rhyme/ You got
five, I got 5/ Let's go get a dime
Relay
A-T-L, I got to do somethin' to get my point heard/ I put my pen down and let
the folks hear my words/ Don't call me no
joker, don't call me no nerd cux I be goin' deeper than the others you heard/
'cause this ain't in your head, bumpin' in your
head knockin'/ I keep the brothers jockin' even though they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
all/ Nigga in y'all drawers, I rise but my name's not Mya
And I's a tight female/ Don't need smoke to get you higher/ I'm beggin' for
attention, well I beg to differ
They nervous when I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer/ I plot by myself, my
thoughts are dangerous
You gotta be lyrically tight if you wanna hang with us/ Can't sit on my ass,
when I know I must be heard
My pen's been put down and now my mouth has been heard
-Refrain-
So you can bring anything you want to/ We do, do this however, whenever you want
to/ But we can act the fool
if that's what you wan do 'cause real niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline
Relay
Yeah, Little Miss on passion stabbin', nabbin' niggas/ I know how to react and
be the one who peepin' out them playa haters in the back /And I'm attackin',
saggin'/ Yes, and I'm relaxin' when I'm high/ Krayzie Bone and Relay done hooked
up this shit
'cause my, my, my, Relay is comin' round the corner/ Better run for cover or you're
gonna be a goner/ I told you nigga, we doin' this shit to get richer quicker,
not pullin' triggers, hypnotizin' niggas like, rest in peace, Notorious BIG,
nigga
Relay
Tell me somethin' about any rapper, and in a heartbeat, I would snappin' the
baddest when I rhyme/ And Relay up to no good
Fact, you should value this beat/ And in this rap game it seems ain't no other 4
be'cause we'll straight out bust out the scene
Straight out Decator where it's greater/ And it can't get no better, unless you
headed throu downtown/ The land to go make
some chedder/ In everyway and everyday, you hear these thugs bust a rap, or
rhyme, or flow, or just whatever you may call
We gon' snap, snap
Relay
We in the A-T-L, done hooked up/ This shit is buck, so nigga, what? Krayzie
gotta bust, Krayzie gotta bust, Krayzie gotta
bust, Krayzie gotta bust {repeated}
Krayzie
Now you know we can get high, high, high, so high/ That's my man, Mister
Sawed-Off Leatherface: the name
Thug is what I claim/ Stayin' away from all these lames and these playa hatas
steady inflictin' pressure on the brain
But my mentality can't be faded, I play it so fuckin' smooth/ I got my mind just
like chess, I concentrate on every move
And every rule that they wrote, we break 'em/ Believe me, that's why so many
niggas fall off for flossin' and goin' against they boss, man/ Too many chiefs
annoy me, uh/ So when I roll, I'm mostly solo and I know that fo-fo stay mighty
close
Just touch on my door ho, you'll be greeted by heaters, millimeters,
pop-pop-pop-pop/ Mo! Thug mothership presents;
Thugline niggas, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony still live niggas/ And I got my troopers
suited and ready/ Relay, up in this muthafucka
Marchin', marchin', marchin', marchin/ Bombin' on bitches/ People be sayin', and
if you think we playin; run up and take your chance to die/ It's in your hands,
blow for blow/ We let these muthafuckers know/ They know whether they male or
female
I don't roll with no ho
-Refrain-
{phone dialtone}
(Operator) We're sorry your call cannot be completed as dialed,
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. all over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Krayzie:
Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. they love us.
You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up
Your knuckles, 'cause we can work. too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb
Back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. think I won't blast 'em? shit: i'm
Always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you're tryin'
To prove that you ain't scared to die. nigga, what? who the-, who the thugs?
Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas.
Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex and
Disrespect me. and that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. uh-huh
[uh-huh]. I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. but,
Man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on mama. nigga, you
Try run up on me, then I gotta shot your head off. I'm keepin' a gun on me
Daily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it.
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. all over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Treach:
As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how
These dirty judge get thirty, do ya? they must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a
Stunt. the greatest producers, and didn't mention kaygee once? the greatest
Groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not
Namin' naughty. pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. blaze the
Page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin'
Rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. bring
Troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and
Boostin' brought the news. run through wussy pussy (...? ...). there's the
Predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! where's the editor? once a year, proof that
They're easy to swallow, and I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein'
Tomorrow. thugs all over the world!
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. all over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Krayzie:
Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout
They paper. handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. knew
What I had to do. said, "nigga, look the year is '99." I'm dead serious. about
My business--shit is gettin' ridiculous. they gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop,
Pop the 9 millimeter. keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your
Profit in. while we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty, haters look, saw that
Treach and leather face. we comin' to get the riot started.
Treach:
Since I been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see I splattered the
Matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake. see I'm comin' like a rhino.
Pass the fine ho. we fucked in illinois, right outside of chicago. got rhymes
Out the ass, so find the lasso, I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or
Rastle. leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga
Krayze bone with some thugged-out shit. to my thugs all over the world!
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. all over the world.
Krayzie, E-40, and Gangsta Boo:Thug Mentality 1999
E-40
Krayzie Bone, E-Feezie-Fonzarezi & Gangsta Boo. What?
Krayzie and Gangsta Boo
It¡¯s the end of the world and still niggas ain¡¯t got no satisfaction (We can¡¯t
get no...)
It¡¯s the end of the world, muthafuckers ain¡¯t got no satisfaction (satisfaction)
-Refrain-
We starvin' as we chase the paper, and trust it, man/ Nigga, man, niggas hate
you/ Fuck 'em, get your gun and get your cheese
We got just a lil' time left/ If I'm not mistaken, the year is '99/ But we don¡¯t
really know when we gon' die/ Shit, most
niggas don¡¯t know how they still alive on this unmerciful, wicked planet/ If you
can¡¯t pay for your life, you're gonna vanish...
E-40
You're lookin' at livin' proof; renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans/
Leaks in the roof, dirty dishes, no dishwasher
soap, no medical coverage, bad case of Strep throat(strep throat) Mama thinks
she got arthritis/ My neighbor caught hepatitis
from a simple yawn/ They say it's airborne/ We ain¡¯t got no street lights; they
all broken; just take a trip throu Vallejo
Richmond, and Oakland, and everyday it's a funeral/ He was my numero uno, but I
can't bring him back/ All I know is he was
stressin', takin' anti-depressants (What they do?) They found him dead in the
trunk of his Cadillac/ And I'm so withdrawalled
All I could think about is revenge/ Always check up, always pullin' licks, and
doin' dirty work for dividends
He took the bullet for me/ I'm the one that really robbed the place/ Boy, I've
been tryin' to paper-chase
-Refrain-
Gangsta Boo
I done grew up in the game, baby/ Ain¡¯t nothin changed; Lil' money, lil' fame,
baby/ I¡¯m still the same, baby
Lady's gotta make it, I can¡¯t be takin' no losses/ I'm the bomb of the party,
always askin', ";Where are the dollars?";
Now I know you hate me, cuz I hooked up with Krayzie, baby/ I¡¯m with whatever
that pay me/ Gangsta Boo be with it
Be with it, so what the fuck? I¡¯ll see you at the end of the year, so good
luck...
-Refrain-
Krayzie
I made it, and I know it¡¯s almost over; Call in the soldiers/ Better be ready to
bomb back on 'em/ Know your enemy's position
at all time; where they at and how much power they hold and how many soldiers
they got down the road
But in the meantime, you make your money/ Even if you strike it rich, you better
hustle like you hungry for your paper...
These days only ways that pays can save you/ Livin' your life is like a task, if
you ain¡¯t got the cash/ Nigga, mad at the world
as I put my mask over my face, and I grabbed the magnum pistol with the stash in
the bag/ I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop
And take it as a loss and chalk it/ Now you can take your life and keep on
walkin' (Just keep on walkin') or be killed for tryin'
to deny me a meal/ I do what I gotta do/ Let's keep it real for niggas in the
hood upon the block/ Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga, me livin' raw mentality war/ So paranoia got me sleepin'
on the floor, watchin' the door
This no-win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die/ And anyway you go,
we won't make it/ No way to shake your fate
You better take advantage of your life while you can; get rich, kick back,
relax, spend your money, man/ I'm all about paper
Sorry, no party tonight, the year is 1999/ Last year to get your money, right
-Refrain-
E-40
That's real. You undersmell me? Suckers do what they can; playas do what they
want, dig it? Charlie Hustle, everytime up in
your talk. Yeah, face it. Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo, fuckin' they nose like
this. This how we fuckin' they nose up, dig it
nigga? Yeah, paper chasin', nigga. Paper route (paper route) You undersmell me?
We starvin'. You undersmell me nigga?
Yeah, don't let the marbles control you. eah, chest-high up in the marbles,
nigg...
{Set in a restaurant with muzak playing in the background}
Krayzie Aw sh*t. Excuse me man, excuse me.
Waiter Uh, yes sir?
Krayzie Could you tell me where the payphone at in here or somethin'?
Waiter Certainly. Back there by the wine racks.
Krayzie All right, thanks a lot. Thank you, thank you.
Waiter Oh, you're welcome sir.
Krayzie Sh*t. It's a classy-ass, m*thaf*ckin' restaraunt. Know this m*thaf*cker
got the money, punk m*thaf*cker.
Sh*t. {Pick's up phone, dialtone, puts in money and dials, it rings.}
His contact Hello?
Krayzie Yeah, hello?
Contact What's happenin'?
Krayzie Yeah, I'm in the m*thaf*ckin' spot now, man...
Contact He there?
Krayzie I don't see nobody yet, but I know the nigga'll be here. He got
reservations.
Contact All right, handle your business.
Krayzie I think I see his broad comin' in right now...
Contact Right on time.
Krayzie So don't worry about sh*t. I'm a handle this nigga, man. This nigga in a
classy-ass, muthafuckin' restaurant;
I know this nigga got the m*thaf*ckin' money. Don't worry about sh*t, I'm a have
it. All right?
Contact No mercy, nigga.
Krayzie All right. {Hangs up Phone}
Broad Excuse me.
Waiter Uh, yes ma'am.
Broad I have a reservation. It's for Jones.
Waiter For Jones? Let me see here for a minute. Oh yes, Mr. Jones called. He
said, he is running late,
but I am to seat you now.
Broad Okay, thank you.
Waiter Follow me this way. Here you go ma'am. Um, would you like to start with
something to drink while you wait?
Broad Do you have a Chardonnay?
Waiter Most certainly. Coming right up. Oh, and uh, here is Mr. Jones right now.
Hi, Mr. Jones how are you this evening?
Mr. Jones Hey, what's up? What's up? What's up?
Broad Hi, baby.
Mr. Jones Hey, baby. Damn.
Broad Baby, what took you so long? I been just waitin' and waitin'. This is a
nice place.
Mr. Jones Yeah, its cool. It's cool. Did you order yet?
Broad No, baby. I was waitin' on you...Baby?
Mr. Jones What? What's happenin'?
Broad That guy's been staring at me since I've sat down.
Mr. Jones What dude?
Broad You know him?
Mr. Jones What dude?
Broad That guy over there.
Mr. Jones Over where? Aw, sh*t.
Broad Baby, what's wrong?
Mr. Jones Damn, don't worry about it! Just...Damn. Just...just be cool, just be
cool.
Broad Baby, he's walkin' over here now.
Mr. Jones Oh, sh*t.
Broad Baby, he's...baby he's goin' in his jacket.
Krayzie Message for Mr. Jones, m*thaf*cker!
Broad Oh, Sh*t!
{Admist a massive array of gunfire and commotion, screaming, glass breaking,
reloading.}
Mr. Jones Cover your head.
Krayzie Punk m*thaf*cker. Punk m*thaf*cker! {Gunfire ceases}
F*ck you! Get the f*ck out my way! Get the f*ck out my way!
{Gunfire} F*ck you! Get the f*ck out my way. Get the f*ck out my way.
A Bystander My leg! My leg!
Pump your fist if you're with me
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Artillery, yeah
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Let us be victorious, be victorious
Pump your fist if you're with me
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Artillery, yeah
Pump your fist up if you're with me
Let us be victorious, be victorious
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3, hut, hut, hut, hut
Hut 1, hut 2, hut 3, hut, hut, hut, hut
Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story
The world war has begun
We're gettin' ready to fight
And if you win or either die
Then don't become an outsider
Spittin' fire, fire baby
With plenty ammunition
(Ammunition)
Complee and nigga, I've been waitin' for this
Payback is a bitch
And the bitch is on the period figure
You got niggas with attitude behind the trigger
Steady we be pumpin' our fist and
Black fatigues we don't surrender
You wanna deal with us
Gettin' ready for split us come and get us
And when you come get us
Remember bitch you gots to kill us
And you can surely believe that I
I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight
Crooked coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere
'Cause we won't get the mark of the beef
No, not me
Stay silent warrior
Silent warrior
Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story
Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story
Silent warrior here's the story
Silent warrior listen to the story
Ready to get for combat
When we aim the bomb at we usely contact
Heated heavily buckin' steadily lay 'em all flat
Combat
You motherfuckers I repeat, retreat
With plenty heat you'll be defeated
Oh, them bloody murder, murder baby
Silent situation
Is always the perfect assassination
Now to the graveyard nigga where your braveheart, you play hard
Now it's time for me to break march and take charge
We journey to the killing fields
Where the murder and the shit is real
Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord
Comin' forth to carry me home
(Me home, me home)
Silent warrior here's the story
[Krayzie](x2)
Buck, buck, buck, buck, buck . . .
So if these muthafuckas wanna see your nuts,
show your nuts.
Let the slugs bust.
Shoot the club up!
These niggas scandalous [scandalous].
Good thing we packin' [packin'].
Tonight, we goin' out to the club.
We about ten deep.
Everybody looked thugged out.
I'm fucked up.
Park the car,.
Smoke a little more.
We drink a little more.
Nigga so high we get the mentality
fuck everybody.
We come here to party,
but I know somebody gon' try me,
and get my temperature uprisin'.
Anyway, nigga, we straight to the V.I.P.
Excuse me, we need some Hennessey.
While my niggas is rollin' the sticky,
pa-pa-pass it, pass it back quickly.
That's when I heard the record skip [They fired.].
Security sprayed they mase.
Through all the commotion,
some nigga jumped right out the car, right up in my face.
Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him,
took his ass to the floor.
Now here comes some more.
Now we got a war goin' on,
tryin' to get back out the door,
and we got our backs against the wall.
Naw, we don't plan to fall, y'all,
'cause we did not get searched
We all got pistols in our drawers.
[Chorus]
[Krayzie]
We heard a shot, shit [shit, shit, shit . . .]:
them niggas, my niggas--we dropped down to the pavement.
Bass from the DJ went blank.
Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the fuck up out this place.
I pulled out my gun.
Like 007--rolled under the table.
Unload, reload.
Every muthafucka in the club folded up on the floor.
Niggas was rootin'-tootin'-shootin'.
Security been ran up out the club [Hoes!],
and there ain't nobody left but thugs.
We drunk as fuck,
fin to shoot this muthafucka up.
Niggas was runnin' up on us
like they been waitin' for this shit to happen
[What's happenin'?]
for me to get caught in a club riot,
but my thugs tight.
And I can't believe this shit
nigga caught up in the middle of a war zone [the war zone].
But nigga, if you know a Bone,
then you know that we get down with the dirty with the chrome
never leave it home.
Put it to your dome,
and I let it go.
Can't let these niggas run up on me
they bitches.
I put another clip in,
unload some more,
keep spittin'.
I never can understand:
if security's got the door,
then why so many niggas in here got guns?
And I can testify that 'cause I just shot one.
Good thing nigga packed that vest and my weapon,
'cause I'd sure take a strippin',
if a nigga caught me slippin'
without no protection.
Within 2000 years Christ shall return
And when I return, I goin' to be king of kings
This one, this one, this one, this one
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, my soldier ride
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, my soldier ride
Revolution in my heart
Oh, they tearin' us apart
We been wastin' so much time
Revolution on my mind
Everyday problems in the world they maximize
Now tell me how much blood must be shed
Oh, realize things and times get drastic
A revolution is the only way
Stop this eternal warfare, yeah, uhh
This one is for the revolution
Roll in a bomb, drop cry
This one is for the revolution
Soldier all positions
Wanna talk about revolution?
Should we talk about a revolution, a revolution?
Come on I think it's time, it's already 1999
This is real, we ready for revolution
We sick and we tired, we ready tonight
And we gon' ride, ride, ride, with the warriors
We makin' a push on Babylon the great better hurry up
We doin' it like that combat on contact so the police get bombed
That gunpowder from my gun got my palms black
As we run and we hit up the rest and we chase the police
We done flipped the script and startin' a riot
We set 'em to fire, to flames, we heat and we hot
Cussin' while they flossin' shots
Marchin' double barrels barkin'
Mark the target ain't for talkin'
Squashin' every enemy walkin' and bomb 'em
We need to suit up in boots
Recruit us some troops to start mashin'
I'm packin' my sawed off and I'm called off, I'm called off
Revolution in my mind
We been wastin' so much time
Revolution in my heart
The been tearin' us apart
Everyday problems in the world they maximize
And tell me how much blood must be shed
Oh realize things and times get drastic
A revolution is the only way
Stop this eternal eternal warfare, yeah
This one is for the revolution
Soldier, all positions
This one is for the revolution
Green Beret cover formation
This one is for the revolution
Roll in a bomb, drop cry
I'll bomb down that institution
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, my soldiers ride
Get up, get up, get up, get up
Get up, get up, my soldiers ride
Get up, get up, get up, get up
It's Krayzie Bone
It's Krayzie Bone
It's Krayzie Bone
It's Krayzie Bone
Homie, y'all don't know me, mighta heard my name
Ain't nobody feelin' hold me, not in this game
Homie, y'all don't know me, know me
Mighta heard my name, name
But ain't nobody goin' to hold me, especially in this game
Excuse me, but do you know me?
You've seen me on TV an' in the video
Got caught up in 'Crossroads', forgot that we was criminals
That's right, we them same niggaz to come up from nothin'
To what up with them figures
Nigga, my album got better thangs
An' people changed when I got in the game
Niggaz call me, I don't even know how you know my name
How the fuck you get my number? What the fuck is goin' on?
Then I got these haters leavin' threats on my phone
They messages be records that they made just for me
I'm not on that, don't give a fuck if you rap faster than me
But when it come to bein' the realest niggaz that ever did it
You know Bone Thugs gonna be contendin' for that position
Listen, if y'all niggaz wanna trip with us
Bomb ya, fall witcha dick in the dust
Get up, what up? Thought ya had me figured out, but you didn't
Remember next time, that last time
That nigga wasn't bullshittin'
Homie, y'all don't know me, mighta heard my name
Ain't nobody feelin' hold me, not in this game
Homie, y'all don't know me, know me
Mighta heard my name, name
But ain't nobody goin' to hold me, especially in this game
Homie, y'all don't know me
Y'all mighta heard my name once or twice
Don't start none drama, won't be none drama
'Cause however they want it
They can come get it, believe I got it
Can't be faded, keep thinkin', ?Krayzie ain't really crazy?
Haters, that pressin' me to make me show this lately
Afraid that they mistaken that they thinkin'
Kray ain't hip, hip, hip
To those who pose as friends
But are phony before they can infiltrate
But can't imitate us for long
They better not come talkin' no shit 'cause I'm servin' 'em some
An' fuck whatcha heard, believe whatcha see, please
Dap is cheap, dramatical action speaks
Did you hear it, hear it?
I know ya feel it, feel it, the twelve gauge eruption
Homie, y'all don't know me, mighta heard my name
Ain't nobody feelin' hold me, not in this game
Homie, y'all don't know me, know me
Mighta heard my name, name
But ain't nobody goin' to hold me, especially in this game
We got a game full of clones that can't hold they own
So they be fast to bite, nigga don't like Bone
Then why the fuck you rappin' like me, bastard?
You know you like it, nigga's funny
Be bobbin' they head to my music
But when they see me, they mean muggin'
Keep lookin' ugly, niggaz but just don't jump
'Cause I'm a nervous nigga an' I'll buck, buck, buck
Thug haters, they get me violent, cops make me riot
You bitches make me sick an' tired, sin keeps me wide up
An' I needs to be high, just for fuckin' with y'all
An' I dedicate this one to all them bustas, I knew would fall
Had to get rid of the dead weight that was holdin' me down
The Thug line officials an' it's goin' down
So wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, dawg
No need, don't even try to fade us, y'all
Who the nigga in the halls, big balls? That's Sawed Off Slim
Don't try to get with him 'cause playa, playa
Homie, y'all don't know me, mighta heard my name
Ain't nobody feelin' hold me, not in this game
Homie, y'all don't know me, know me
Mighta heard my name, name
But ain't nobody goin' to hold me, especially in this game
You don't know me, homie, y'all don't know me
You don't know me, mighta heard my name
You don't know me, ain't nobody feelin' hold me
You don't know me, not in this game
