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Two foe tha war, niggaz die foe that infantry
If I lay me to sleep, I'd die foe that SCT
Mo Murda's jumpin on Clair side, foe that late night (rumors and war)
Just fuck wit them soldiaz
(repeat)

Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha trigger slipped up on'a my finger tips, now anotha nigga
dead, tha 'lair speak foe
itself, it must not be said, tha nigga had me in tha red, but I be if tha mud is bud, it's thug,
yeah. warriors and
rebels we fuckin slug, yeah. dig in, util we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva no
tombstone was slaya, trick
ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. Don't no one can save ya, tha Yard's ready to grave ya, snap.
Ripple, den I his
ass, tha who ins concerned, tha to be learned. You get burned, to a crispy clean and you
earn, and you wit
cheese, but I'm sick and tired ah ya niggaz shit. I'm sick and tired ah ya nigga startin shit,
and war, just cannot
fuck wit dem

Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha pop slugs, them slippin them box, this chamber, wit my glock
cop danger, hustla, just
it on up to tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' stoke ya, just a level doin homocide and
murda, that's tha way Mo Thugs gon' serve ya. You takin that buck, and closin that trunk, I'm
that body to hades. I'm mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, 'cause nigga them crazy. Insane, see,
it's nigga when I'm havin that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them
soldiaz anotha day

hello, infantry. Hello hello, infantry
Nigga fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's
This clique too mothafuckin strong, clique too mothafuckin strong
My niggaz be all year long. My niggaz be thuggin all year long
(repeat)

Straight foe destruction, clear dat foe enternal torch'em into forces, cold deform'em, then
distortin, set ah up foe
tha slaughter. We get allegiance, keep confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to and dodge, don't
ever wanna bade
casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, 'cause ah nigga be if I go back in that cave,
pump'em all, put ah on
my thug, put them coppaz on off in that grave. And it's much too late, I can't be saved. I tried
to pray, so is the
only way, deep in hell is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and soldiaz,
infantry in, den we
come to destroy ya, Lord ya into a trap, and that back. So ya betta be equipped and pack that
gat, don't slack,
skoes, them crack, hurt in tha dirt, now I'm runnin it back

We are Mo thug, we are Mo
Mighty mighty warriors, mighty warriors
Guages loaded, loaded
Ghetto bound soldiaz, ghetto soldiaz
(repeat)

Credit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and I'm up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down to
them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe double clop it kill ya. Murda foe tha
money, seven I'm bloody mo red rum, in ah battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck shot
blows, you choose, wit ah 44 and it was laughin at you.
in tha mash, foe safety,
betch you this race on this, 180's dead and gone, through
this punk town, dump tha
bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, wanna test Flesh Bone.
Get'em all bow down grab it,
givin up fort, yeah to tha wasteland (wasteland, wasteland,
wasteland). You see dis so
when tha peepa peepin tha creep up and make it, man. And if
you claim that you contain,
stay foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, neva leave a ah Mo Thug
ass niggaz, true to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, hata, pap pap in it this life
and I'm rollin. Always
souljah boys be pimpin two foe tha war, cockin'em back,
and bitches be fold it,
foldin, you