Krayzie: It's 1999. Guess what? The muthafuckin'
real thugs is in this muthafucka. Oh, shit!
Krayzie: Always, always . . . What am I? What am
I? A thug always, -ways, -ways. Uh-huh, uh-huh.
Krayzie: Niggas look out. We in the muthafucka
house. We in here now. It's goin' down, steppin'
through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we get
wild. Niggas lookin' foul. If he even move and
step like he hatin'--knock 'em out. And then keep
stompin' his head in the ground, and drag 'em out
onto the dance floor. Tell 'em what it stand for:
now when they came they had they pants on--we beat
bitches up out their britches to show 'em how to
tear up a club when they be fuckin' with the
thugs.
Nigga, we come to party, but I'll fuck up
somebody, but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all
'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all?
If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags,
then you should meet us, see how fast we slash
your ass. You wanna rumble? I'm sick of bein'
humble, give ya everything you come here for, so
come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it don't matter. I
got somethin' for him and him, and then them
niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win.
Fuck your friends. Everybody talk that shit,
nigga. Oh, yeah I know it. But who gon' show it,
and who the ho is? I bet 'em a million bucks it's
not us. Yeah, we might not get everybody. Somebody
gon' get fucked [ fucked ] , fucked [ fucked ] up.
Flesh-n-Bone: You wanna come test me now? Come, I
say, come now challenge me, the realer, can handle
my business. I'm gonna finish, I gotta end this,
I'm a diminish thee. Come, follow my profits
seeking gifts. It ain't no stoppin' me. I gotta
clock cheese. T-H-U-G. Pop niggas, they D-E-A-D.
Bet I'm thug, don't test me block, trust my dogs.
Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the
beam. There's five trues of mine. What am I? A
thug always. Remember the way they play back in
the day? Hit 'em with AK, you're made to hate me,
baby. Whoo! We comin' to really make y'all feel
us. Remember that nigga, Eazy-E, labelled me and
my trues black nigga killas. Nigga, the realer
gravedigger, brew-swiggin', lovin' bud, and if you
think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And
I don't give a fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood,
but when you see a thug, you better show some
love.
Layzie Bone: Gotdamn, it feel good to be a
thugsta--gettin' high, smokin' weed all day. Ain't
got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin'
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laws, just doin' it the Bone Thug way. Yeah,
nigga, you got to be crazy, fuckin' with Layzie,
and all these Mo Thug killas. We them
ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers. Feel
us, nigga, if you want. Ain't nothin' but a high
caffiene hit. We kickin' that raw shit. Fuck the
law, shit, been screamin' it for years. Ain't no
fear in my heart, thanks to the Lord up above. And
I got a grudge against the people that judge, give
'em no mercy, no love. Let me see you shoot that
muthafucka, shoot that nigga.
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', niggas
spit that fire. We don't need no water, let this
muthafucka burn, baby, and I know they hate me,
say lately, Layzie actin' shady. Hey, it's the #1
Assassin [ that's me ] , they just can't understand.
I fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a
stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The
city of Thieves is my home, and I don't trust nann
nigga. My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets
sellin' drugs, off this nigga gettin' buzzed,
packin' heat off in the club. Nigga, what? Nigga,
what? They sayin' that Bone was split up. Niggas
is jealous, tellin' rumors and lies, can eat a
dick up, nigga.
Wish Bone: Nigga, stay real. Thugs get high. While
you call yourself a thug, that's how I feel
inside. And we don't wanna hurt nobody, -body, but
your fuckin' with us, and we shootin' up the
party. Even if we're solo on some of that Bone
shit we sayin', now you can bring it on, because
we ready, we ready. Fuckin' with us is like
fuckin' with no condom. That's dumb, better play
with yourself. Nigga, I ain't the one. Ain't a
thang changed: niggas still the same--made a
little change, sendin' bullets to brain, fuck
around, man. Nine millimeter, come and get some,
get some. Shoot 'em with them hollows, 'cause you
know he's got his vest on. And you didn't want it
to come to this, did you? Fuckin' with them thugs:
them niggas roll through. If you really want some,
run [ Krayzie: you better run ] , fuckin' with thug
niggas--run, run.
Krayzie: Yeah, and nigga, come on. We ready for
combat, but y'all ain't ready. Carry a deadly
machete, shred 'em and stretched, now they human
spaghetti, steady smooth and very eager to bury
enemies. If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em,
and better go get 'em. We pickin' 'em off with the
heater 9-millimeter shit to sweep the streets,
make niggas retreat. That's heat. Now, I repeat:
if you want some, nigga come and get it, 'cause we
still five, live, and vicious. Don't get it
twisted, muthafucka. Run up on it whenever ya
wanna get down and dirty. Still stand in the Land
with the slugs in gun in my hand. Krayzie, Layzie,
Bizzy,Wish, and Flesh put it down to the north,
south, east, and west. From back in the day, we
claimin' the thuggish ruggish--no need to change
it. Now everybody a thug. If you real, throw it
up, but if it's fake, kill 'em and put 'em in with
the rest of them phonies. Fuck 'em, and yes, it's
like that.
Krayzie: Always, always . . . What am I? What am
I? A thug always, -ways, -ways. Uh-huh, uh-huh. |
