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Chorus
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real 4x
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 1
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)
Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef
So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat
Ain't no debate be (?) publicly
Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially
Ride with my team, the Thugline regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky
Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me
And I sense they negative energy
Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta s**t to me
Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown
To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos
Sweaty in this humidity, high
My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight
Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight
Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight
Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on
Chorus
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real 4x
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
Verse 2
All night long we ain't goin to sleep
Beat these motherfkin streets with heats and break beats
Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man
My on one, he snuck a (?) can in
The latest edition to some tight s**t is spinnin
Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment
Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one
Ladies in abundance nigg* seven to one
Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey
I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me
I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that
She told me about herself she want to model and act
I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this
Who could really blame me about those as* and hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?
Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill
Chorus
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline 2x
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real 4x
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Verse 3
I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush
And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss
All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us
First round that we (?) now we adding a plus
Live just to die know you know its a must
Silly tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush
Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin
Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win
Got a pocket full of plenty splurgin on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank a nigg* reaking of dank
Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigg* puttin in work
Can't understand a command , patrolin to turf
Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot
Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?)
I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop
And I'll be d*mned if they pull a nigg* back on the block
Chorus
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real 4x
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
Verse 4
You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first
Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfkers ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these
Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em)
Ask some of these past nothin but snakes in the grass
Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a f*g
You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bulls**t you're stressin
Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you wreck s**t
Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
nigg* that's because I'm real with this thug music
We mash and wild in 2000, nigg* no remorse
What we be givin?
Heat from the kitchen when fkin with this s**t
Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up
You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em)
Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigg* they all die
They die, they die
