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	Current version of Mo' Thugs Lyrics Souljah boy (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/m/mo-thugs/souljah/) Current version of the lyrics						Version 1 of Mo' Thugs Lyrics Souljah boy (http://www.mp3lyrics.org/m/mo-thugs/souljah/v1.html) Version 1 of the lyrics
1	We low down, we low down....						low down,     low down, low down	1
2	Yeah (yeah) (yeah), Krayzie Bone up in this mothafucka						yeah(yeah)yeah(yeah)	2
3	(up in this mothafucka), up in this						krayzie bone                     up in this motherfucker	3
4	mothafuckin nigga (my mothafuckin						My muthafuckin nigga(my muthafuckin nigga)	4
5	nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to shut you						Soulja boy, bout        to shut you hoes down	5
6	hoes down ('bout to shurt you hoes down).						You know what it is, Mo' Thug	6
7	You know what it						clique rollin to damn thick	7
8	is, Mo Thug clique rollin						What you hoes wanna do? die(die)die(die)	8
9	too damn thick, nigga. What you hoes wanna do? (Ride,						what it is nigga (what it is) what it is...We	9
1	die. Die die). Yeah, one ah these nigga,							1
10	one ah these nigga, one ah						(hook)	10
11	these						low down, low down dirty shame, niggas actin strange	11
12							catch a clip to tha fuckin brain x2	12
2	Chorus							2
13	We low down, low down dirty shame, niggaz						[soulja boy]	13
14	actin strang, catch a clip to tha fuckin						Soulja boy, up in this mothafucka,	14
15	brain (put'em						so point out the bitch made suckas,	15
16	up, put'em up)						who think they got enough heat to rush us.	16
17	(repeat)						i'ma dust ya ass off in the blink of an eye,	17
18							you niggas gotta die, don't ask me why,	18
19	Souljah Boy						but still I try with the vibe	19
20	Souljah Boy, off                                  in this mothafucka, piece						that i be gettin make y'all wanna get in ya shit	20
21	to point tha bitch may suckaz, thinkin						down to the fuckin racket	21
22	they got enough						you hoes wanna find me, my nigga layzie bone	22
23	heat to rush us. I'm ah dust						wit pine trees, like light see	23
24	ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you						ain't no comin back, gimme some of	24
25	niggaz gonna die, don't ask me why, but still						that, good shit you smokin	25
26	I try. With tha						got me geeked up, heat it up, heat it up,	26
27	vibe that I be gettin						straight up and i'm hopin	27
28	makin wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin						that all y'all bustas got time to play,	28
29	down to tha fuckin wide, be wide. You						my niggas, who stoned, krayzie bone	29
30	hoes wanna find me						movin around your way, (your way)	30
3	my nigga Layzie Bone up							3
31	pine trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin						(hook x2)	31
4	back, get you some ah that, shit you smokin,							4
32	get me gigged						[krayzie]	32
33	up, hit it up, hit it up, I'm						We banged your brain, put em in a coffin	33
34	straight loke, and I'm hopin ah, that all						and dats where they lay, nigga wanna	34
35	ah yall (all ah yall) bustaz got time to						roll wit bone get chromed,	35
36	play, my nigga,						put em in a river now that's how we play.	36
37	Tombstone, Krayzie Bone quickin						Murderin the mniggas is startin to arouse me	37
38	round yo way						hollow points all in your body,	38
39							nigga fittin to bless your soul	39
40	Chorus						wit a 12 gauge mossberg leavin you stiff and cold.	40
41							What'cha gonna do, when the muthafuckin	41
42	Krayzie						? come for you?	42
43	You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in						ya snooze, ya lose,ya catch this uzi,	43
44	ah coffin,                          and that's where they lay, nigga						nigga betta shoot tha po-po too, and we do	44
45	wanna roll, tha						runnin wit a nigga wit his finger on the trigga	45
46	Bone'd get chrome,						when i catch em i fill em wit ammunition	46
47	(put'em in and rip'em out) that how we						hit em with the bullet, my rhythm, did it get ya,	47
48	play ay. Murder dem niggaz that's plottin						then miss em, hey,	48
49	around me, holla						we down wit wit da swangin, no fakin, we quickin to	49
50	boy toppin yo body, nigga						fuckin you up, oh my	50
51	fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks						guages and uzis and .357's we load em and	51
52	burn, leavin you stiff and cold. Nigga what						shoot for your head, ya die	52
53	you gonna do,						nigga they betta not test me, leathaface be	53
54	when tha mothafuckin						quick to pull out this weapon,	54
55	thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you						hey, we leavin em headless,	55
56	loose, to catch that skuzie, nigga fiend						respect them St. Clair players bitch	56
5	to shoot tha po po							5
57	too, and we do. Runnin wit						(hook x2)	57
6	da nigga wit his finger on tha trigger, but I							6
58	catch him and fill him wit ammunition. Hit'em						[soulja boy]	58
59	wit tha bullet						on a mission, I'm swift to empty my clip	59
60	and ah rippin, and to get						ya oughta be fast to run for safety, man	60
61	cha, they miss'em, hey. We down foe tha swang and no						tha souljas bout to rip, ya lit	61
62	fakin, detain'em, we quick wit tha fucka,						get hit, i split, witcha shit	62
63	you up on my, gauages and						aint worried about a nigga tellin me a fuckin thing	63
64	uzzies and 357's, we load'em and shoot foe						cuz all these bitches run they lip	64
65	yo head, you die. Niggaz they betta not						cuz i'ma shift, my grip, off into a whole new level	65
7	test me, Leather							7
66	Face, quick when they						[krayzie]	66
67	pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em						Fuck wit my clique you know you dead wrong	67
68	headless. Respect dem Clair playaz, bitch						(dead wrong, dead wrong)	68
69							rest in peace has seemed to be creepin up on me lately	69
70	Chorus						fuck it, lets all go crazy, see we daily and we ready	70
71							my thugsta's love when we	71
72	Souljah Boy						buck-buck, put em on the ground,	72
73	I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm swift						fuck em, krayzie released them shells,	73
74	betta empty my clip, you outta beat an ass						i say fuck it let's all go to hell,	74
75	with fast as safety						cuz i got my money, my pistol, my reefer,	75
76	mine, neva soldiaz 'bout						never forget my thugs, whuh? Hey, we slay, we spray	76
8	to rip, ya lit, get hit, cuz I split, wit yo							8
77	shit, ain't worried bout a nigga tellin, yellin						[soulja boy]	77
78	mothafuckin thangs,						we pray, everyday,	78
79	as all               you (soldiaz)						cuz when i see that you and me just don't mix	79
80	bitches, rollin ya spliff. Cuz I'll shift, wit my						so i grab i grip (i grab my grip)	80
81	grip, off into a whole new level						I'ma kill your clique (i'ma kill your clique)	81
82							that's the end to this shit.	82
83	Krayzie						so don't you ever, in your life, try to test me	83
84	Knockin wit mic let cha know ya damn wrong, damn						standin like rambo with this	84
85	wrong....Rest in peace, and seem to been						bullet-proof vest         and my knife,	85
86	creepin up on me latey, fuck'n,						you better respect me and my	86
87	let's all go crazy, sell we daily, gettin						threats, or i'm killin your wife	87
88	we red lay, my thugstaz, love when we buck						your bitch get slap just like wesley	88
89	pump, put'em on						don't test me, don't press me, krayzie	89
90	tha ground fuck'em.						bone open up their chest, G.	90
9	Krayzie release dem shells, I say say fucka							9
91	let's all go to hell. Cuz I got my money,						[soulja boy and krayzie]	91
92	my pistol, my						yeah nigga, yeah boy-hoe ass niggas	92
93	reefa, neva forget my thugs,						y'all muthafuckas ain't ready for this	93
94	what. Hey, we slay, we spray						muthafuckin real thug shit	94
95							niggas ain't ready(krayzie bone)we shuttin shit down	95
96	Souljah Boy						(shut shit down!) shut shit down, completly down!	96
97	We pray, everyday, but still I see, that you and me, just don't						you hoes didn't know? you better recognize	97
98	mix, so I grab my grip. I'm ah kill ya						y'all fittin to get stomped nigga	98
99	clique, that's tha end ah this						wasteland, wasteland, wasteland	99
100	shit. So don't you eva, in ya mothafuckin life try to test me, it's						hoe ass niggas, we fit                                 to kill em!	100
101	neva like Rambo, wit this bullet proof						wasteland (repeat till end)	101
10	vest and wit a knife, you							10
11	betta respect me. Or we'll complete twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo							11
12	bitch get's knifed just like Lesley,							12
13	don't test me, don't press							13
14	me, Krayzie Bone pumpin up they chest, g							14
15								15
16	Yeah, nigga. Yeah, hoe ass niggaz. Yall mothafuckaz ain't ready foe							16
17	this mothafuckin real thug shit.							17
18	You niggaz ain't ready.							18
19	Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit down (shut'n shit down).							19
20	Completely down (completely							20
21	down). You hoes didn't know							21
22	(you hoes didn't know). Huh? You gotta recognize. St. Clair							22
23	Wastland, nigga. Fuck yall niggaz, stall							23
24	nigga. Yeah. (Wasteland,							24
25	wasteland, wasteland) Hoe ass mothafuckaz, bitches, I'm ready to							25
26	kill'em. Soldiaz, we on gank. Can							26
27	you feel that? Can you							27
28	feel that?							28

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