[Chorus: Krayzie Bone/Bizzy You niggas can't me, (glock-idy glock) you motherfuckers stop me, (pop it and drop) and the cartel's for the on the block, for niggas like myself, artillary shots as well,
[Verse 1: Bone] You think I give a fuck if you like me, nigga, put em up in the and fight me, I'm sorry that I'm so fucking exciting, steadily like this killa 'posed to and I wish you really try to come get test me, you break bread with that owe you, I can show you, slowly like these cuts from old school, cookin it up like its soul food, fuck all ya'll, I did know you, the Pro Tools, stack in on up, and little thugs that I to, never leave your house keepin it up, to the dad-dy, you know what that is, couple a bodies my belt, and with mad kids, for protecta, don't know, bitch, and my hands on a-little-a bit a solo shit, it's Thugs for ever, I know what home is
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[Verse 2: Layzie you thought a nigga be up an' gone, fly by night, no Bone, strictly hype, nigga better twice, all of these haters ain't even seen the light, thinkin we can anything, and the always complete, be that little nigga you see me, with a dog out in streets, and they my money, I bring home the bacon, seven to betta, what I'm makin, check the reputation, nigga can with frontin and hatin, see I'm polishin, I'm cool, yea I'm a thug, yea I'm a fool, I love the and I love the rules, if you cross the line then imma flex twos, and nigga, oo, if i do, it was for my children, if you feelin I'm feelin, then you probably gon see a million, Thug Nation, fuck doubters, yea they said he'll never make it, and he's running wild and doin and doin that, he'll never make it, who gets the laugh now, look at me now, countin this money, been the same niggas as day, can't get nothin from me, to all of non-hankin, congradulatin, thats good at no time-wastin, and elevatin, believe us who for the real waitin
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[Verse 3: Bone] (Oh) Now it's a miracle, you know that Bone's pop, ten and still we blow. Just admit that we rock all long, you know we keep it but still harmonize these songs, but don't get it twisted, we thug and we wit it, you we flip and we deal wit it, ain't gotta like it, live wit it, destruction, betta wit it now about you when you was me, my shoes on yo' feet, now think again that can never be, I can never be a hater on a hand that was to me, and it seems like I've been down, and I can't take that, take that 'fore I go back that route, you see one nigga on the news, 'What did he do?' When they tell you, you be like 'Ooh, that through', but they don't know me, been blessed with all my and all this harmony, you know we be stopped, we rollin' the cops, plus all you haters, the finger's all you Fuck ya'll!
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[Verse 4: Krayzie I got nothin' to say to a hater, As as he run up I give him a 'Pow!', Put him in the pound with the rest of them who thought could run up and f**k with me now in two-thou, We fuckin' with the convicts, breakin' them up at the county, Now I got nothin' but around me, proudly, organized, but rowdy. They fearin' us, because of the they been hearin' about us. They say that them got ripped with the knowledge and we got a nation of niggas screamin' Power'. Them ain't think we was comin' back on some real, political, militant, the fields, while busta's stay in the crib. Execution! Murder, murder, murder, them all, 'em all, all! Get shit, nigga get in the car. If you ridin', to die for this, really tryin' to survive in this, hit up and fuck up your rivalries, really get to know what it is. I'm one of them soldiers, warriors willin' and to die for the cause, if war that's what we came for, that's why I brought my dogs for all of ya'll. Gauges will be blazin', one could shake the world, and up on ya, unstoppable, stoppable, stoppable...
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