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Krayzie Bone

"Pimps, Thugz, Hustlaz & Gangstaz"

(Chorus)
If you a pimp n*gga, pimp them hoes
If you a thug, you better get ready for war
If you a hustla, make your dough
If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

(Krayzie)
Took a trip out to Texas and I find real n*ggas remind me of mine
A n*gga can vibe, cause y'all some cold ass playa playas
Hey, there Mo Thug and we gotsta give 'em some love
So now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs
You get up too close and we f*ckin' you up
You don't really want that cause I know these ain't no hoes you f*ckin' with
Touched down and got with the realest n*ggas in the town
Now look who's in the Suave House
Yes it's truly-yours, Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface
A warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy
Ready to move out, n*gga
Ready to get with the shoot out
In the meanwhile I still gotta make me some money to get by
Yeah I thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG made money
Cause all that other sh*t don't mean a thing to me
But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned
Nobody will know who shot that punk
Cause I'm gonna dump it and run
Put him on the pave
And hey, that n*gga that did it was wearin' a Leather Face
And not to be played with
Whatever you claim you better get paid
sh*t

(Chorus)x2
If you a pimp n*gga, pimp them hoes
If you a thug, you better get ready for war
If you a hustla, make your dough
If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

(MJG)
Who be I?
The n*gga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes
Look at the size of the bank that he hold
Natural born mind control
False n*ggas' gang blown away
It makes you wonder why n*ggas be hatin'
They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take you under
It seems like the more that we get
You come with that sh*t
Lookin' for ways to drive us insane confusin' our brain
I'm settin' up traps for rats who snatch cheese
Fly like a trapeze artist
Tell 'em to bring it on I comes the hardest
MJG, pimp, runnin' with Bone dividin the throne
Regardless of n*ggas who stand in my path I'm bringin' it on
Recitin' the lyrical gift
The sh*t that give me the b*tches, the money, the cars
How do you know when you're goin' too far
?
The further you get, the further you are
sh*t, I breaks in half crook n*ggas
Don't make me laugh
Now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one's the ass
?
Where your b*tch at
?
Collectin' my cash
Now who would've know that the b*tch is a hood-rat
Increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast
You're thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the Tech
Look at the bullets
They rippin' his vest open puttin' a hole in his chest
In piece is that n*gga decide to rest
I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'
The sh*t that I got is the sh*t that I'm given
Constantly livin' that life of a thug
Drinkin' the Hen, smokin' the bud

(Chorus)x2
If you a pimp n*gga, pimp them hoes
If you a thug, you better get ready for war
If you a hustla, make your dough
If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

(Layzie Bone)
Too many fake n*ggas done tried to contend
And then again, pinned that they couldn't win
Ken took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I'm in the wind
500 Benzo, we roll, roll
Rod J came through with the Mack-10
Wish trippin' when I pulled out the Glock
You know that all of my n*ggas be ready this pop-pop
Comin' with the heat c*cked, cause it never did stop
Everybody I know out lookin' for a come up
We creep it's deeper than the way you perceive a thug,no love
Take a n*gga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly grudge
What
?
n*gga well bust till the point of no return
I'm out here swangin', paper chasin'
Erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier claimin' Mo
Even though it get hectic respect it
n*gga, knock my struggle, uh-oh
They'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzle
I'm a go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real
Give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill
Haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field
We marchin' ready for war f*ck the law they ain't on our side
Hell yeah, we can meet up at the district
I'm bringin' it to you ready to die
See, I am so sick of oppression
sh*t ain't changed Little Lay still stressin'
No question clutchin' there no more weapon
Cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uh
Youll probably feelin the sense of some danger
But I'm bringin' the sense of an angel to the table
Watch me put it down for Mo
And them Suave House n*ggas
So, willin and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs
If that's what it is
You better be mindin' your business or be beggin' forgiveness
You know all I'm sayin is just don't f*ck with me, man

(Chorus)x2
If you a pimp n*gga, pimp them hoes
If you a thug, you better get ready for war
If you a hustla, make your dough
If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

(Eightball)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bone Thugs
Mo Thugs
Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-f*ckin'-G
The realest n*gga alive, yeah
Thuggin', pimpin', b*tch this sh*t don't stop
You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?
All over the motherf*ckin' world and back again, b*tch
Space-Age forever

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