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Krayzie, bam, asu, and k-mont:thug 1999

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

This how we livin' these (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 packin' a everybody your enemy/ these days, it's
nigga for they self
'cause it ain't no such thing as and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ and
why
These days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ 'em, these days
You can't be fuckin' with that's weak/ and these days, no tellin' when
meet your coffin
I seen it too often, that's why flossin' I take caution/ don't trip, shit
If you're rich, rich
'cause if you slip, waitin' 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 niggas wanna be the don of the mob?
They claim it, but they qualify for the job/ these days
We at muthafuckers quicker, simply 'cause it's 1999, nigga....


Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all ain't worthy to me/ i'm
The type to jump out bushes and bust you
With the 30,30 you want beef? I pack pistol packin' I'm the type of
Nigga that'll send letterbombs to all my
I even 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 respect the police/ until us thugs unite, it
Ain't never be no peace/ niggas be goin' to
School nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fuck about teachers/
Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ picture the
And screams and everybody runnin'/ get on knees, and pray nigga, 'cause the
Son of the lord is
Asu
You know I came in time; that's my frame of mind/ now I'm to separate the
Deaf the weak, dumb, and the blind
can't get none of mine/ not even some of mine/ just 'cause you got on a
Watch, nigga, don't mean you know the
You stagnatin'/ you fags hatin' my motion/ from ocean to ocean, my potion
Is the nerve to hate what i
to do wasn't a curse/ it was a signal; that's why that ass crashed,
Forgot to put on your r.w.i.: rollin' while
I graduated; now I want my masters/ y'all done agitated disaster,
And at every end's a I slip in the art with
My and soul/ it's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ don't become the one i
like a lawnchair/ you shouldn't have
Gone what's the deal with 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 to not set trip; it's our
Spot/ gave shots, and let the drama pop
escalate the 4-5-9, it's 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/ nowadays all bustas
Thug me
You see it be those ways that was so simple/ style to gristle/ from
The chair, 'em
Whistle for my nigga/ is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'
Head back to all of y'all since every are hard and provin' they got the
balls
Scared of the laws, told he saw and what he lookin' like/ broke him off in
The
I spared his life I said this is tight