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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 gettin'
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 finally connected, 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 'em
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' up 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, dividing 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, uh, which ones the
head and, huh, which
one's the ass? Where your bitch at collectin' my
cash? Now who would've know the bitch is a hood-rat.
Increasin' my stash,
leavin' you fast. You're thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm
grippin' the TEC. Look at the bullets, they rippin'
his vest open, puttin' a hole in
his chest. In pieces, that nigga decided 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 dead
again. Pinned that they couldn't win. Kid 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 for a wordly
grudge. What? Nigga will bust till the point of no
return, I'm out here slangin',
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, buck 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 a po-po wanna sweat my blessings and uh, you
probably feelin' me sensin' 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, willing 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
saying is 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, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Bone Thugs. Mo
Thugs. Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin'-G.
The realest niggas
alive, yea. Thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit
don't stop. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? All
over the muthafuckin' world and
back again, bitch.
Space-age forever.
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 gettin'
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 finally connected, 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 'em
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' up 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, dividing 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, uh, which ones the
head and, huh, which
one's the ass? Where your bitch at collectin' my
cash? Now who would've know the bitch is a hood-rat.
Increasin' my stash,
leavin' you fast. You're thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm
grippin' the TEC. Look at the bullets, they rippin'
his vest open, puttin' a hole in
his chest. In pieces, that nigga decided 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 dead
again. Pinned that they couldn't win. Kid 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 for a wordly
grudge. What? Nigga will bust till the point of no
return, I'm out here slangin',
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, buck 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 a po-po wanna sweat my blessings and uh, you
probably feelin' me sensin' 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, willing 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
saying is 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, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Bone Thugs. Mo
Thugs. Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin'-G.
The realest niggas
alive, yea. Thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit
don't stop. You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? All
over the muthafuckin' world and
back again, bitch.
Space-age forever.
Исполнитель: Krayzie Bone