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

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

This how we these days (and this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ and
one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)

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

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

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


Hey yo, I'm out of the bricks, and y'all ain't worthy to serve me/ i'm
The type to jump out your bushes and you
With the 30,30 you want beef? I pack packin' utilities/ I'm the type of
Nigga that'll letterbombs to all my enemies
I even walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ the police all on my dick,
Because they a thug/ nigga,
We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ us thugs unite, it
Ain't gon' never be no peace/ be goin' to
School with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a about teachers/
shotguns 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 know I came in time; that's my of mind/ now I'm able to separate the
Deaf from the weak, dumb, and the
Niggas can't get none of not even 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 devotion/ the nerve to hate 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.: while
Infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my y'all done agitated disaster,
And at every end's a start/ I in the art with
My heart and it's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ don't become the one i
like a lawnchair/ you shouldn't have
Gone there/ what's the deal the long stares? what's the purpose, jokers on
surface 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
Don't escalate the 4-5-9, why we dead or alive/ point of survival/ let's
Get points with real niggas but you only see
Raw on streets; these niggas love their heat/ nowadays all bustas wanna
Thug me
You see it be those ways that was so execution 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 niggas are and provin' they got the
balls
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