Krayzie, bam, asu, and k-mont:thug mentality
I'm representin' muthafuckin' thugline nigga, in 1999/ you muthafuckers Find the thugs and hustlas, nigga? to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from/ now we're the real thugs This how we livin' days (and this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ and one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta) Nigga, these days, we kill you quicker to get us some paper/ you feelin' Me? These days, you gotta be a gun; everybody your enemy/ these days, it's nigga for they self 'cause it ain't no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get and why These days, you gotta be raw out here on the tell 'em, these days You can't be fuckin' with niggas that's and these days, no tellin' when You'll meet your I seen it too often, why fuck flossin' I take caution/ don't trip, shit If you're rich, rich 'cause if you slip, somebody to get at you/ grab your cash and split your These days, stay on the and away from po-po/ unless you're ready to pull
Your fo'-fo' and blow/ how come these days niggas be the don of the mob? They claim it, but they never for the job/ these days We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, 'cause it's 1999, nigga.... Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and ain't worthy to serve me/ i'm The to jump out your bushes and bust you With the 30,30 you want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the of Nigga that'll send to all my enemies I can't walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ the police all on my dick, Because they recognize a nigga, We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ until us unite, it Ain't gon' never be no niggas be goin' to School with nothin' but murda on they givin' a fuck about teachers/ Bustin' shotguns and picture the scenes And screams and everybody get on your knees, and pray nigga, 'cause the Son of the is comin' Asu You I came in time; that's my frame of mind/ now I'm able to separate the Deaf the weak, dumb, and the blind Niggas can't get none of mine/ not even some of mine/ just you got on a Watch, nigga, don't mean you the time You stagnatin'/ you fags hatin' my motion/ from ocean to ocean, my potion Is devotion/ the to hate what i Deserve to do a curse/ it was a signal; that's why that ass crashed, Forgot to put on your blinker/ r.w.i.: rollin' Infatuated/ I graduated; now I my masters/ y'all done agitated disaster, And at end's a start/ I slip in the art with My heart and soul/ it's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ become the one i Fold like a lawnchair/ you have Gone there/ the deal with the long stares? what's the purpose, jokers on Earth to surface, and any problem is Handled with service? come on, come on, come on... Bam We run the blocks, stop the clocks, the coppers to not set trip; it's our Spot/ gave y'all shots, and let the pop Don't escalate the 4-5-9, why we dead or alive/ point of survival/ let's Get with real niggas lives/ but you only see Raw meat on streets; these niggas love their heat/ all bustas wanna like me You see it be those ways that was so simple/ execution style to from The chair, 'em Whistle for my nigga/ mental is money, murda, ridin', Head to all of y'all since every niggas are hard and provin' they got the balls Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he like/ broke him off in The I spared his life I said this is tight