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Verse 1: Boss
Big ballin b*tch 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 nigg*, most of 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 b*tch, part thug, part hustla
You lift my crib and I'm touchin ya
No love for ya, draw blood from ya
Cause a nigg* like you dreamin to Boss
And you fiendin to floss, and who pounds is flown
We're bustin motherfkas 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, b*tch
I'm bustin the gat
Krayzie
Y'all always testing, gonna make me pull this weson
Boss
If money ain't the answer rephrase the question, dawg
Krayzie
Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is...
Verse 2: Boss
Runnin up in your town with an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols
Y'all mad we the real number owners
Rollin like big, Thugline nothin but runners
Trouble Boss, a double cross
A nigg* named Krray they good as dead
From the b-o-double, doin double time
And these tricks comin up to bread
Chorus: repeat 2x
We on some thugga s**t
We on some other s**t that you ain't fkin with
The thuggin don't stop
And you can't touch the clique
You know you love this s**t
Take it to what we spit
The thuggin don't stop
Verse 3: Krayzie
I heard a silent motherfka creepin up from behind ya
Bet ya didn't think that I'd find ya, huh?
With a nine or pump (pump, pump, pump) your s**t'll be fked
And I ain't even popped the godd*mn trunk (trunk)
I bet they never saw a nigg* bring the heat and be so cool
Freeze everything, nigg* 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!
fkin 'em up, scream "fk the world" while I cuff my nuts
Real don't lie, hit 'em in the mind, everytime godd*mn we live
Send 'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all?
Matter of fact motherfka who paid y'all
You runnnin up on them you know gonna bust back?
Take no more shorts fk that (fk that)
Pistol control, we roll streets of the 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 motherfkin real
Thrill , we'll kill if they wanna kill me
Still runnin with the AK-47 ain't s**t changed
Still got the same artilary
Bust at them b*stards (b*stard)
Me and Boss steady breakin it off in they (in they ass)
Wanna see me get glasses (glass)
Cause I be all in your face but you walk right past me (past me)
But that let a know they don't really wanna swng them thangs
fkin wit them thugs, the thugs... nigg* the thugs, what?
Chorus: repeat 2x
Verse 4: Boss
Bare witness to Mrs. Gangsta
We're gun-toaters, blunt smokers, big bank folders, and high rollers
Quick to burn off into toaster for fun, this b*tch
Judges wanna post as gorilla
Pimps, killers, and soldiers roll
You don't slip and we thought that we told ya
Know what Thug Luv nigg* to bone ya
They can run your s**t 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 got nuts, our got nuts
So we can go nut for nut see who first to crack and split
Like ya down like wipers
'Fore the motherfkin piper pay the b*tch
Verse 5: Krayzie
You motherfkas feelin to feel it
Thugline put it down keepin it the real it
And I ain't really trippin of these
They say they gonna get me yet they miss me
(What?) Cause I've been here thuggin
Waitin for you motherfkas to come bring it to me
fk waitin I'ma mingle with it
The nine millimeter and plenty more haters
If any more roll up put the cut I'm fkin 'em up
When I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you gonna die
fk 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 nigg* prepared for war hell yeah
Chorus 'til fade
