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?l 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?l 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,
bitch Space-age forever