Mo' Thugs Urban Souljahz Lyrics:
High tech weapons evrywhere we roll in the jungle
in the middle of the field we tumble somebody gon
crumble mo tuhgs to rumble. repeat

Hit it off capitain jet plane low fuel its a
quarter to the runway surely not to be a fun day
it's a gun day warrior skills apply representin
the field Fire in hell the sky's the deal the fear
of dyin is real suck it up never wants to be
revealed again mess around discover the whole
blurry. I know somebody's decievin me but I'm
famed for the nigga that's believin just somethin
about that killin nigga and you know I gotta
retreive em. Splittin the natural born beret I
pray carryin around forty five fourty four
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grenades and flames front page in clips the world
is crazy instincts Im another one in cages and
blazin ya'll out ya'll out ya'll out now get on
down ya'll out ya'll out ya'll out now get on down
ya'll out ya'll out ya'll out

(Tombstone)

Engage into combat armageddon has already taken
it's place inside of my brain. Held down by chains
and I can't escape my evil ways everyday seems to
get alittle more strange to the point where I
cannot sleep to concieve seed from a full grown
tree with fruit diseased only to be chopped and
burned. I dont think there'll ever be a remedy for
my disesae from tears proceed to bleed from eye's
of those to see as they desperately search for
peace a life of misery is all you've ever give to
me I try to pray but my faith wont let me go no
further
Lyrics: Urban Souljahz, Mo' Thugs [end]