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

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

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

Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some you feelin'
Me?
These days, you gotta be packin' a gun; everybody your enemy/ days, it's
Every nigga for 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 tell 'em, these days
You be fuckin' with niggas that's weak/ and these days, no tellin' when
meet your coffin
I seen it too often, that's why fuck flossin' I take don't trip, shit
If rich, you're rich
if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ grab your cash and split your

These days, stay on the low-low and 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 never qualify for the job/ these days
We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply it's 1999, nigga....


Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all ain't to serve me/ i'm
The type to jump out your bushes and you
With the 30,30 you want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the 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,
they recognize a thug/ nigga,
We tryin' to get money, we respect the police/ until us thugs unite, it
gon' never be no peace/ niggas be goin' to
School with nothin' but murda on mind; givin' a fuck about teachers/
Bustin' and 9's/ picture the scenes
And screams and runnin'/ get on your knees, and pray nigga, 'cause the
Son of the is comin'
Asu
You know I in time; that's my frame of mind/ now I'm able to separate the
from the weak, dumb, and the blind
Niggas can't get none of mine/ not some of mine/ just 'cause you got on a
Watch, nigga, don't you know the time
You stagnatin'/ you fags hatin' my motion/ from to ocean, my magic potion
Is the nerve to hate what i
Deserve to do wasn't a it was a signal; that's why that ass crashed,
Forgot to put on your r.w.i.: rollin' while
Infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my masters/ y'all done disaster,
And at end's a start/ I slip in the art with
My and soul/ it's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ don't become the one i
Fold like a lawnchair/ you shouldn't
Gone there/ the deal with the long stares? what's the purpose, jokers on
Earth surface to surface, and any is
Handled with service? come on, come on, come on...

Bam
We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set it's our
Spot/ gave shots, and let the drama pop
Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or alive/ point of let's
Get points with niggas lives/ but you only see
Raw meat on streets; these niggas love their heat/ nowadays all wanna
Thug me
You see it be those ways that was so simple/ execution style to gristle/
The chair, 'em
for my nigga/ mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'
Head back to all of y'all since every niggas are hard and provin' got the
Bigger
Scared of the laws, what he saw and what he lookin' like/ broke him off in
The
I spared his I said this shit is tight