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Krayzie, Bam, Asu, and K-Mont:Thug Mentality 1999
Krayzie 
I'm representin' muth*fkin' Thugline nigg*, in 1999/ You muth*fkers wanna 
find the real thugs and hustlas, nigg*? 
Come to the muth*fkin' ghetto where we from/ Now we're the real thugs 
-Refrain- 
This how we livin' these days (And this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ And 
that one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta) 
Krayzie 
nigg*, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper/ You feelin' 
me? 
These days, you gotta be packin' a gun; Everybody your enemy/ These days, it's 
every nigg* for they self 
Cuz it ain't no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice   get left/ And 
that's why 
these days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ Tell 'em, these days 
You can't be fkin' with   that's weak/ And these days, no tellin' when 
you'll meet your coffin 
I seen it too often, that's why fk flossin' I take caution/ Don't trip, s**t 
if you're rich, you're rich 
Cuz if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ Grab your cash and split your 
s**t 
These days, stay on the low-low and away from po-po/ Unless you're ready to pull 
your fo'-fo' and blow/ How come these days   wanna be the Don of the mob? 
They claim it, but they never qualify for the job/ These days 
We bustin' at muth*fkers quicker, simply cuz it's 1999, nigg*.... 
-Refrain- 
K-Mont 
Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all ain't worthy to serve me/ I'm 
the type to jump out your bushes and bust you 
with the 30,30 You want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the type of 
nigg* that'll send letterbombs to all my enemies 
I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ The police all on my d*ck, 
because they recognize a thug/ nigg*, 
We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ Until us thugs unite, it 
ain't gon' never be no peace/   be goin' to 
school with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fk about teachers/ 
Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ Picture the scenes 
And screams and everybody runnin'/ Get on your knees, and pray nigg*, cuz the 
Son of the Lord is comin' 
Asu 
You know I came in time; that's my frame of mind/ Now I'm able to separate the 
deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind 
  can't get none of mine/ Not even some of mine/ Just cuz you got on a 
watch, nigg*, don't mean you know the time 
You stagnatin'/ You f*gs hatin' my motion/ From ocean to ocean, my magic potion 
is devotion/ The nerve to hate what I 
deserve to do wasn't a curse/ It was a signal; that's why that as* crashed, 
forgot to put on your blinker/ R.W.I.: rollin' while 
infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my Masters/ Y'all done agitated disaster, 
and at every end's a start/ I slip in the art with 
my heart and soul/ It's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ Don't become the one I 
fold like a lawnchair/ You shouldn't have 
gone there/ What's the deal with the long stares? What's the purpose, jokers on 
earth surface to surface, and any problem is 
handled with same-day service? Come on, come on, come on... 
-Refrain- 
Bam 
We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip; it's our 
spot/ Gave y'all shots, and let the drama pop 
Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or alive/ Point of survival/ Let's 
get points with real   lives/ But you only see 
raw meat on streets; these   love their heat/ Nowadays all bustas wanna 
thug like me 
You see it be those ways that was so simple/ Execution style to gristle/ From 
the chair, heard 'em 
whistle for my nigg*/ Mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin' 
Head back to all of y'all since every   are hard and provin' they got the 
bigger balls 
Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' like/ Broke him off in 
the midnight 
I spared his life I said this s**t is tight 
-Refrain-