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Krayzie:
It's 1999. Guess what? The muth*fkin' real thugs is in this muth*fka.
Oh, s**t!
Krayzie:
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug always, -ways, -ways. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Krayzie: look out. We in the muth*fka house. We in here now. It's goin' down, steppin' through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we get wild. lookin' foul. If he even move and step like he hatin'--knock 'em out. And then keep stompin' his head in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance floor. Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we beat girls up out their britches to show 'em how to tear up a club when they be fkin' with the thugs.
nigg*, we come to party, but I'll fk 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 f*gs, 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 that you bring back thinkin' you can win. fck your friends. Everybody talk that s**t, nigg*. Oh, yeah I know it. But who gon' show it, and who the ho is? I bet 'em a million bucks it's not us. Yeah, we might not get everybody. Somebody gon' get fked fked, fked fked up.
Flesh-n-Bone:
You wanna come test me now? Come, I say, come now challenge me, the realer, can handle my business. I'm gonna finish, I gotta end this, I'm a diminish thee. Come, follow my profits seeking gifts. It ain't no stoppin' me. I gotta clock cheese. T-H-U-G. Pop , they D-E-A-D. Bet I'm thug, don't test me block, 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 play back in the day? Hit 'em with AK, you're made to hate me, baby. Whoo! We comin' to really make y'all feel us. Remember that nigg*, Eazy-E, labelled me and my trues black nigg* killas. nigg*, the realer gravedigger, brew-swiggin', lovin' bud, and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fk if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some love.
Layzie Bone:
Gotd*mn, it feel good to be a thugsta--gettin' high, smokin' weed all day. Ain't got to listen to no girls and I'm disrespectin' laws, just doin' it the Bone Thug way. Yeah, nigg*, you got to be crazy, fkin' with Layzie, and all these Mo Thug killas. We them ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers. Feel us, nigg*, if you want. Ain't nothin' but a high caffiene hit. We kickin' that raw s**t. fck the law, s**t, been screamin' it for years. Ain't no fear in my heart, thanks to the Lord up above. And I got a grudge against the people that judge, give 'em no mercy, no love. Let me see you shoot that muth*fka, shoot that nigg*.
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', spit that fire. We don't need no water, let this muth*fka burn, baby, and I know they hate me, say lately, Layzie actin' shady. Hey, it's the #1 Assassin that's me, they just can't understand. I fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, '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 nigg*. My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs, off this nigg* gettin' buzzed, packin' heat off in the club. nigg*, what? nigg*, what? They sayin' that Bone was split up. is jealous, tellin' rumors and lies, can eat a d*ck up, nigg*.
Wish Bone:
nigg*, stay real. Thugs get high. While you call yourself a thug, that's how I feel inside. And we don't wanna hurt nobody, -body, but your fkin' with us, and we shootin' up the party. Even if we're solo on some of that Bone s**t we sayin', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. fkin' with us is like fkin' with no condom. That's dumb, better play with yourself. nigg*, I ain't the one. Ain't a thang changed: still the same--made a little change, sendin' bullets to brain, fk 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? fkin' with them thugs: them roll through. If you really want some, run Krayzie: you better run, fkin' with thug --run, run.
Krayzie:
Yeah, and nigg*, come on. We ready for combat, but y'all ain't ready. Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em and stretched, now they human spaghetti, steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies. If it be necessary, then nigg* wet 'em, and better go get 'em. We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter s**t to sweep the streets, make retreat. That's heat. Now, I repeat: if you want some, nigg* come and get it, 'cause we still five, live, and vicious. Don't get it twisted, muth*fka. Run up on it whenever ya wanna get down and dirty. Still stand in the Land with the slugs in 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. fck 'em, and yes, it's like that.
Krayzie:
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I?
A thug always, -ways, -ways.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
