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Krayzie, bam, asu, and k-mont:thug mentality

I'm representin' muthafuckin' thugline nigga, in 1999/ you wanna
Find the real and hustlas, nigga?
to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from/ now we're the real thugs

This how we livin' these days (and is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ and
That for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)

Nigga, days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper/ you feelin'
Me?
These days, you gotta be a gun; everybody your enemy/ these days, it's
Every for they self
'cause it ain't no thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ and
why
These days, you gotta be raw out on the streets/ tell 'em, these days
You can't be fuckin' with niggas that's weak/ and these days, no when
You'll your coffin
I it too often, that's why fuck flossin' I take caution/ don't trip, shit
If you're rich, you're
if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ grab your cash and split your

These days, stay on the low-low and away from unless you're ready to pull

Your fo'-fo' and blow/ how these days niggas wanna be the don of the mob?
They claim it, but they never qualify for the these days
We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, 'cause it's 1999, nigga....


Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all worthy to serve me/ i'm
The type to jump out bushes and bust you
With the 30,30 you beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the type of
Nigga that'll send letterbombs to all my
I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ the all on my dick,
Because recognize a thug/ nigga,
We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ until us unite, it
Ain't gon' never be no peace/ be goin' to
School with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fuck about
Bustin' and 9's/ picture the scenes
And screams and everybody runnin'/ get on your knees, and 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 you know the time
You stagnatin'/ you fags hatin' my motion/ ocean to ocean, my magic potion
Is the nerve to hate what i
Deserve to do wasn't a curse/ it was a signal; that's why 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 to come/ don't become the one i
Fold a lawnchair/ you shouldn't have
Gone there/ what's the deal the long stares? what's the purpose, jokers on
Earth to surface, and any problem is
Handled with same-day come on, come on, come on...

Bam
We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip; our
Spot/ y'all shots, and let the drama pop
Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or 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
Thug me
You see it be those ways that was so simple/ style to gristle/ from
The chair, 'em
for my nigga/ mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'
Head back to all of y'all since niggas are hard and provin' they got the
Bigger
Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' broke him off in
The
I spared his life I said shit is tight