Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe that If I lay me to sleep, I'd die foe that SCT Mo Murda's jumpin on that Clair side, foe late night (rumors and war) cannot fuck wit them soldiaz (repeat)
Boy tried to ride, he died, tha trigger just slipped up on'a my finger tips, now anotha nigga dead, tha 'lair speak foe itself, it not be said, tha nigga had me in tha red, but I be damned if tha mud is bud, it's thug, yeah. warriors and rebels we fuckin slug, yeah. Don't dig in, util we get tha snitches hatin tha playaz, neva no was that slaya, trick ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. think no one can save ya, tha Yard's ready to grave ya, snap. Ripple, den I his ass, tha who ins concerned, tha lesson to be learned. You get burned, to a clean and you earn, and you wit cheese, but I'm and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. I'm sick and tired ah ya nigga startin shit, rumors and war, cannot fuck wit dem
all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them slippin them box, this chamber, wit my glock cop danger, this hustla, give it on up to tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' ya, just a level doin homocide and murda, tha way Mo Thugs gon' serve ya. You takin that buck, and closin that trunk, I'm sendin that to hades. I'm slangin mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, 'cause nigga them crazy. Insane, see, it's this nigga when I'm that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them soldiaz live day
hello, infantry. Hello hello, infantry Nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't wit tha SCT's This clique too strong, this clique too mothafuckin strong My niggaz be thuggin all year long. My niggaz be thuggin all year (repeat)
Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe 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 wanna bade your casualty. So I stop, take a on tha guage, 'cause ah nigga be damned if I go back in that cave, pump'em all, put ah on my thug, gotta put coppaz on off in that grave. And it's much too late, I can't be saved. I tried to pray, so is the way, deep in hell is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and stompin soldiaz, infantry in, den we come to destroy ya, ya into a trap, and snap that back. So ya betta be equipped and pack that gat, slack, them skoes, them crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt, now I'm runnin it
We are Mo thug, we are Mo Mighty warriors, mighty mighty warriors Guages loaded, guages Ghetto bound soldiaz, bound soldiaz (repeat)
Credit hustlaz them tha top, and I'm chin up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down to them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches down foe double clop it kill ya. Murda plot foe tha money, seven I'm bloody mo red rum, wet'em in ah battle and nigga gun gun blast, buck shot blows, you choose, wit ah 44 magnum and it was at you. in tha mash, foe safety, betch you race on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin through punk thug town, dump tha bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, wanna test Flesh Bone. make all bow down grab it, givin up fort, yeah crazed to tha (wasteland, wasteland, wasteland). You see dis so tha peepa keep peepin tha creep up and make it, man. And if you claim that you contain, foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, neva leave a gang ah Mo Thug ass niggaz, stay to tha shit, let us ran on crome. Decapitator, playa hata, pap pap in it life and I'm rollin. Always souljah boys be pimpin two glocks foe tha war, back, and bitches be fold it, foldin, you