This is how we do it, we do it... is how we do it, when we do it... This is how we do it, we do it... This is how we do it, we do it...
Doesn't it feel to see us make money? Feel good like everyday's Feel good see us off? Doesn't it feel good to see us And they take it from us at all And if you that we won't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"
1: Krayzie] Back at'cha, the thug with the most droppin more Thuggish Ruggish on ya Krayzie keepin it flaming, so it's fire for ya Water, don't need let it burn Let it be known that my turn, let 'em turn Be concerned with words I got Whatever sayin about the Line, we better kill 'em 'Cause I got up and I got mine don't I'm trippin Really left niggaz behind to handle don't understand I'm in it to win it Thug out with a full of criminals and killers So pump your fists if ya it, hear me We in it to keep it the my remige, Thugline team, coming to kill something Close to 30 million and still thuggin, still strugglin Wassup with Bone? Gotta it real, so I tell them I don't know Can't think no more when niggaz don't show We up from poor, and I'm not going back to poor, no!
[Verse 2: For the love of money, I it funky Just thuggin down in the ghetto Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em By it real, givin 'em shit that they can feel Like hustlin need more a mil how to make it on these streets and not be killed before you get grown Let a go on 'cause he chose to live his life wrong All I know is life is short And you can bring your closer if you want Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, thug on (thug on) Make you some cheese, get weed and go get your buzz on But must of all you gotta stay sucka-free, bustas out ya mix That go for anything you do and they go all to jail, I don't I share a to the side, devil ass nigga Always fuckin up my vibe, that's now, nigga You done meet Krayzie Bone, you ain't Leatherface And I don't think you though, no!
[Verse 3: My nigga, cover your ears and fuck you heard (heard) 'Cause it's they bullshit they be talkin, why? Niggaz in my business they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot) Run up, me, get burned, nigga Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, (what?) Chickenhead bitch from Miami said we was runnin when the war Hoe stop, you don't know none nigga rollin me What shut you puff? My hold on the B For most of them niggaz they want peace we meet Like we ain't be hearin what they be on the streets So we bring the heat if you want, but keep it to a mumble Speak louder a whisper, oh and we gonna get'cha Y'all Don't Know Me, ain't that what I told Hope they knowin these real's that we toat, jokin Naw nigga, we for real in the Believe what you want, but you suckas know the