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, âcause yâall some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta
Give âem some love, so now youâre dealinâ with the big pimps and the thugs. you
Get up too close and we fuckinâ you up, you donât really want that âcause I know
These ainât no hoes you fuckinâ with. touched down and got with the realest
Niggas in the town. now look whoâs in the suave house, yes itâs 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, âcause all that other shit donât mean a thing to me.
But try to run up and Iâm leavinâ you stunned. nobody will know who shot that
Pump, âcause Iâm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga
That did it was wearinâ 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 pimpinâ-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank
That he hold. natural born mind control. false niggasâ gang blown away. it makes
You wonder why niggas be hatinâ. they jealous, they fellas be lookinâ to take
You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookinâ
For ways to drive us insane, confusinâ our brain. Iâm settinâ up traps for rats
Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell âem to bring it on, I comes
The hardest. mjg, pimp, runninâ with bone, dividin? the throne. regardless of
Niggas who stand in my path, Iâm bringinâ it on. recitinâ the lyrical gift, the
Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when youâre
Goinâ too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, I breaks in half
Crook niggas. donât make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which
Oneâs the ass? where your bitch at? collectinâ my cash. now who wouldâve know
That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasinâ my stash, leavinâ you fast. youâre
Thinkinâ Iâm slippinâ, Iâm grippinâ the tech. look at the bullets, they rippinâ
His vest open, puttinâ a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to
Rest. Iâm leavinâ you grievinâ, believinâ in pimpinâ. the shit that I got is the
Shit that Iâm given. constantly livinâ that life of a thug, drinkinâ the hen,
Smokinâ 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
Couldnât win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now Iâm in the wind,
500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack-10. wish trippinâ
When I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this
Pop-pop, cominâ with the heat cocked, âcause it never did stop. everybody I know
Out lookinâ for a come up, we creep, itâs 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 weâll bust till the point of no return, Iâm out here
Swanginâ, paper chasinâ. erasinâ my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier
Claiminâ mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle,
Uh-oh, theyâll gets more chaos and I wonât stop till I piece this puzzle. Iâm a
Go gather up all lost souls show âem the way to the road to be real, give âem a
Deal, train âem to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we
Marchinâ, ready for war, fuck the law, they ainât on our side. hell yeah, we can
Meet up at the district. Iâm bringinâ it to you, ready to die. see, I am so sick
Of oppression, shit ainât changed, little lay still stressinâ. no question,
Clutchinâ there no more weapon, âcause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and
Uh, youâll probably feelin? the sense of some danger, but Iâm bringinâ 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
Thatâs what it is, you better be mindinâ your business, or be begginâ
Forgiveness. you know all Iâm sayin? is, just donât 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-fuckinâ-g. the
Realest niggas alive, yeah. thugginâ, pimpinâ, bitch, this shit donât stop. you
Know what Iâm talkinâ âbout? all over the muthafuckinâ world and back again,
Bitch. space-age forever.