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Intro:
Willie D of Geto Boys
STILL GOING
Yeah, here we go again
We bout to roll on some motherfkers
G.B. Rap-A-Lot Mafia
Recognize the mob nigg*
All our motherfkin' enemies goin dead together
No exception, absolutely none
Everybody dies, everybody
Verse 1:
Willie D
You ain't followin' the leader
Less you follow with me
It's Willie D, motherfker
Eternally to say,
that I'm a loud-mouth nigg* with an attitude
Intimidation, fkin' with a man
Never seen a badder dude
I'm rather lude
My condom sucked
But I don't give a fk
Now nigg*, nigg* what
Opposition so frightend that they vrim a shadow
Hot gals in the muggship creep without a paddle
I'm ready willin', and able to pull a bullet in your navel
If you got beef bring it to the table
I'm unstabile, look in my eyes
It's showin' death
fk right, I go on livin'
Wanna see a mil, before I'm killed
Get a house on the hills if it's God's will
Why gotta cry an O.G
Better motherfkers die before me
Bye, bye
There's a better place for g*ngb*ngers
I take you there
I like the motherfkin' stablesingers
My itchy finger says fk it and I squeeze the trigger
Watchin' I be the one to splat this ho-ass nigg*
I ain't feelin'
Chorus:
Yukmouth of The Luniz
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
nigg* hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
5th Ward die for us
Ride for us
Killa Cali die for us
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
nigg* hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Cleveland die for us
Ride for us
Street Port die for us
Verse 2:
Yukmouth
Ride for us, die for us
With a .45 like drive and bust
Hide and duck, fk him up
Live and stuffed
When the blinds is up
I'm on some mo'
Grindin' though, switch it up
Bust, we makin' that s**t from one way 5 and up
Time's up, playin' life with us
Your wife get fked and bucked, pay the price for us
An other one bites the dust
Feds don't frighten us
doin' life for us
fkin' die in us
So the cops lyin' us
We us use the bottom white stuff from the Colombians
Now the CIA's supplyin' us
The FBI is eyein' us
Peruvian flake
We buy it up
When the droubt hit
We highin' up
The prices in life is this nicest
On my Rolex, turkey like dicess
CV devices, slide in a white six with like t*ts
Spit that Mafia life s**t
The crimeboss let nines off
You better be tearin' mines off
Motherfker ask Willie D
And Scarface
How that nigg* Yuk, buck 'em up
Leave 'em in they car laced
With bullet fragments all in they body
Caught him the trafic
That nigg* plastic
Be fkin' f*gets
Chorus:
Yukmouth
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
nigg* hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Chi-Town die for us
Ride for us
D.C. die for us
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
nigg* hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
New Orleans die for us
Ride for us
Detroit die for us
Verse 3:
DMG of FACEMOB
I got a chest full of drama
Ruff rider, nigg*
Back off 'for I bomb ya
Alarm ya
Black knight in shinin' armor
fk y'all
We rollin' like the car stolen
Wide open, hoo-bangin'
2 things are on blastin'
Traffic thick as a basket pop
I don't blast this
Fully automatic
All up in ya
Still I continue
To serve on the menu
Feel up to vin you
Geto Boys sellin' it down
Ain't real without a doubt
You burn it out
Movin' you
Provin' you
I ruin you
I'm cruisin you
Doin' you , don't do
Who is you
Uh, they rifles
Live bowl, take yo as* bush with 9 holes
Side holes get switched these
b*tch please
It's G.B. from the wound till the tomb
Eternally you see
Chorus:
Yukmouth
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
nigg* hit 'em up
Get 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Texas die for us
Ride for us
Minnesota die for us
In thugs we trust
Thugs-R-Us
nigg* get 'em up
Hit 'em up
Watch the cats from dawn 2 dusk
Ride for us
Ghetto mob die for us
Ride for us
St. Louis die for us
Verse 4:
Caine of Menace Clan
The sun rises in the East
And sets in the West
But I'm down with that South,
with an S on my chest
It's that loced down key cocaine
To bring the pain
>From that menace to society
Better known as Caine
It's that motherfkin' thug s**t
I'm bustin' slugs s**t
Young and schoolboy
I'm becomin' a drug dealer
In the streets of that West
I wouldn't settle for less
Until I got my hands on that Smiff and that Wes
try to swollow me
It's all about survival, G
fk these b*tch
It's off some trouble, G
I blow 'em in the wind
And then I sell again
I pack a 9 milli
Cause that's my best friend
, I done told ya
Blow 'em up like dohja
Your momma couldn't keep ya
So I ain't tryin' to hold ya
I'm a motherfkin' menace
Give me a life sentence
Picture it ain't over
Untill the nigg* finish
With that motherfkin' thug s**t
Bustin' slugs s**t
I'm straight from the West
Home of that Crip and Blood s**t
Where die at day
die at night
die whenever
It seems the time is right
These soldiers play for keeps