[Chorus]
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Try me if you feelin' lucky
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And you think you wanna fuck with me, come on
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(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline....)
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Try me every action's guaranteed
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(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline)
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[Krayzie]
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Load up your shit and get in the car
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(Come on, come on, come on)
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I'm down to ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs
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And these hoes who claim they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game
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Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin' anything
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And tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid
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I'm tellin' 'em, that's the wrong way!
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Can't say you thug and then be fake
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Nigga, that's the point I'm tryin' state in this case
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But niggas ain't feelin' me, though
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So yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up
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Heard you woofin' yeah we heard em', let us see them nuts
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And then if he really jump, more power to ya
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But no matter how it go, nigga we still
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gon' be bringin' it thug style to ya, buckin'
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Boo-yah!
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Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun
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Because they know when it's static
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We gon' handle it however it come
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And nigga whoever it's from sure ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with
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If they human, then they ain't shit we can't control
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And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe nigga ya die
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Never fear no man
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No matter the size the bigger, the harder they fall
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Got somethin' for all of y'all, especially ???
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Tech'll chop him up, now he ain't half the man he thought he was
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I bet these niggas think they rappin' so they actin'
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So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at ya, exactly at ya
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[Chorus]
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[Krayzie]
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Roll through my city I see niggas watchin'
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Probably plottin', schemin' to rob me, take all the money
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And dump my bloody body
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I'm sorry not me
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I stay alarmed and be alert
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Whether you're goin' to play or work
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Make sure you got you pistol first, be ready to burst
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Hesitation could bring up a fucked up situation
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like you leavin' in the body bag
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Zipped up, slip up that body tag
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So if you spot him, blast
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Better him than you, huh?
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I'm tellin' you now that me and my thugs
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Can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk
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So, what's the bullshit?
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We got some shit you can't fuck with
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And nigga that be this muthafuckin' thug shit
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We love this, probably gon' die because of it
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Fuck it! I ain't worried about dyin' right now
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My money's what's important
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Hey we livin' to die anyway no matter if it's now or later
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You gon' rest in peace it don't get no greater
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Kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go pick up a rifle
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Time to fight for what we right for
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See who really like war, yeah
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I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it
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I can't afford to roll with bustas 'cause I'm really tryin' win it
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(I'm really tryin' to win it)
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We fightin' to be victorious (victorious)
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Witness the story of (the story of)
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this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior (warrior)
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If you hear any nigga move shoot
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Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you
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So soldier, pick up you boots and move
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Runnin' for cover 'cause if they buck ya it's over
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Just like I told ya, you can die
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Soldier, you can die, soldier
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[Chorus til fade]
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Try Me
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| Krayzie Bone |
