Krayzie Bone Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz & Gangstaz Lyrics:
KRAYZIE BONE FEAT MJG, 8BALL, LAYZIE BONE:Thug
Mentality 1999

Krayzie: If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If
you a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a
hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your
gun smoke.

Krayzie: Took a trip out to Texas and I find real
niggas, remind me of mine. A nigga 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 fuckin' you up,
you don't really want that 'cause I know these
ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. Touched down and
got with the realest niggas 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,
nigga, 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 shit don't
mean a thing to me. But try to run up and I'm
leavin' you stunned. Nobody will know who shot
that pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. Put
him on the pave, and hey, that nigga that did it
was wearin' a Leather Face, and not to be played
with. Whatever you claim, you better get paid.
Shit.

Krayzie: If you a pimp, nigga, 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 nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of
hoes, look at the size of the bank that he hold.
Natural born mind control. False niggas' gang
blown away. It makes you wonder why niggas be
hatin'. They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to
take you under. It seems like the more that we
get, you come with that shit, 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 niggas who stand
in my path, I'm bringin' it on. Recitin' the
lyrical gift, the shit that give me the bitches,
the money, the cars. How do you know when you're
goin' too far? The further you get, the further
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you are. Shit, I breaks in half crook niggas.
Don't make me laugh. Now, huh, which ones the head
and, huh, which one's the ass? Where your bitch
at? Collectin' my cash. Now who would've know that
the bitch 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 nigga decide to rest. I'm
leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. The
shit that I got is the shit that I'm given.
Constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin'
the Hen, smokin' the bud.

Krayzie: If you a pimp, nigga, 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: Too many fake niggas 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 niggas be ready this pop-pop, comin' with the
heat cocked, '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 nigga through the mud everytime I try him
from my wordly grudge. What? Nigga we’ll 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. Nigga, 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, fuck 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, shit ain't
changed, Little Lay still stressin'. No question,
clutchin' there no more weapon, 'cause the po po
wanna sweat my blessings and uh, you’ll 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 niggas. 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 fuck with
me, man.

Krayzie: If you a pimp, nigga, 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 ... Bone Thugs. Mo Thugs.
Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin'-G. The
realest niggas alive, yeah. Thuggin', pimpin',
bitch, this shit don't stop. You know what I'm
talkin' 'bout? All over the muthafuckin' world and
back again, bitch. Space-age forever.
Lyrics: Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz & Gangstaz, Krayzie
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