KRAYZIE BONE FEAT MJG, 8BALL, LAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999
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Krayzie:
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If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug, you better get ready for
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war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke.
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Krayzie:
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Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. A nigga can
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vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. Hey, there, Mo Thug and we gotsta
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give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. You
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get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know
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these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. Touched down and got with the realest
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niggas in the town. Now look who's in the Suave House, yes it's truly-yours,
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Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy,
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ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. In the meanwhile, I
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still gotta make me some money to get by. Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked
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up with MJG, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me.
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But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. Nobody will know who shot that
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pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. Put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga
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that did it was wearin' a Leather Face, and not to be played with. Whatever you
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claim, you better get paid. Shit.
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Krayzie:
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If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for
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war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.
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MJG:
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Who be I? The nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank
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that he hold. Natural born mind control. False niggas' gang blown away. It makes
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you wonder why niggas be hatin'. They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take
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you under. It seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin'
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for ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up traps for rats
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who snatch cheese. Fly like a trapeze artist. Tell 'em to bring it on, I comes
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the hardest. MJG, pimp, runnin' with Bone, dividin?the throne. Regardless of
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niggas who stand in my path, I'm bringin' it on. Recitin' the lyrical gift, the
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shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. How do you know when you're
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goin' too far? The further you get, the further you are. Shit, I breaks in half
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crook niggas. Don't make me laugh. Now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which
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one's the ass? Where your bitch at? Collectin' my cash. Now who would've know
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that the bitch is a hood-rat. Increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. You're
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thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the Tech. Look at the bullets, they rippin'
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his vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. In piece is that nigga decide to
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rest. I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. The shit that I got is the
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shit that I'm given. Constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the Hen,
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smokin' the bud.
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Krayzie:
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If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for
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war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.
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Layzie:
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Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they
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couldn't win. Ken took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I'm in the wind,
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500 Benzo, we roll, roll. Rod J came through with the Mack-10. Wish trippin'
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when I pulled out the glock. You know that all of my niggas be ready this
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pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. Everybody I know
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out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive a
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thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly
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grudge. What? Nigga we?l bust till the point of no return, I'm out here
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swangin', paper chasin'. Erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier
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claimin' Mo! Even though it get hectic, respect it. Nigga, knock my struggle,
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uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzle. I'm a
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go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real, give 'em a
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| deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and my soldie |
