Krayzie Bone - Thug Mentality 1999 (1999)

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RELEASE DATE:	1999-05-00
DURATION:	-
# OF TRACKS:	32
ALBUM TYPE:	정규, studio
GENRE/STYLE:	팝 갱스타 랩 랩/힙합 팝 랩
ALSO KNOWN AS:	-
INDEX:	153

INTRODUCTION

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TRACKS

Disc 1

Intro(thug Invasion)

Krayzie Bone

Who the nigga with the gauge in ya face?
It's Leatherface in the place, about to hit ya in ya bankroll!
All the niggaz that was poppin before started to rock it
We got this, now try to stop it if ya ain't hoes!
Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow, and have them feelin it all over the world
They see the Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone!
Me and my niggaz is thorough-bred and every time we pull up in the party we twirl in
Yeah, they be like, "look, look, there go them Bone Thug niggaz"
"I wonder if them niggaz is really some thug niggaz"
And then they start to drink and get a little buzz in em
And then they get to thinkin they can f**k with us niggaz
Now we don't need a lot of bodyguards when we roll
So, you know we packin heaters from the door
Fo-Fo, all I really need to guard my body
And plus I'm with some niggaz all kind of psychotic...

You niggaz is f**ked, yeah! That's what ya gonna do?
When ya run up, ya done up, them busta niggaz fools
And we don't play, catch a feelin, bring it yo way!
We them thugs, niggaz really buzzed, nigga all day!
If we have to, yeah, think about the time
When a nigga disrespect mine, where I'm from, then I got to shoot!
St. Clair, yeah! Cleveland's right here!
Hustlin right here, them thugsta niggaz right here!
What, what? Them other niggaz play tenderous, and won't bust!
Not-not me no... no, not me no, I will, bust at will, I'll see ya
Comeback boy, for sayin what? And I'll spray ya, yes, I'll see ya, see ya

You should have never passed, stay in your place
Mind your bidness or end up needin a witness, yeahhhhhh....

Let me make this the last time, a nigga gotta say this
The original Bone Thugs, them niggaz ain't to play with
We get down for our damn thang, rank us among the greatest
And I'm sendin my shouts out, and f**k you to the haters
Who deny? In 1994 we switched the game up
With the homies with the rappin and the flow that always change up
Playin lames in the games, what a shame, had to hang up
They music careers, cause my clique brought the bangers
These niggaz wanna ride on a coat-tail
They stay on the dick, because we servin 'em so swell
I remember when motherf**kers called it bitin
They used to do that, cause these niggaz couldn't write it
All I'm tryna say is, give a nigga credit
If a nigga can't get it, then a nigga gettin deaded
It's all about respect, remember Layzie Bone said it
Better believe I'ma get mine, I'm dyin as a legend
I'm livin as a legend, if I want it I'ma get it
Nigga, hustle game tight, y'all can't f**k with it
This swagger is so strong, been doin it so long
And nigga it's so cold, with bidness!
We got the (Thugs) on the (Line), and the (Thugs) screamin (Mo!)
When we put it all together, thug niggaz gettin dough
Settin trends in this bitch, like we did it before
Still creepin on ah come up, through the backdoor, nigga!

You niggaz is f**ked, yeah! That's what ya gonna do?
When ya run up, ya done up, them busta niggaz fools
And we don't play, catch a feelin, bring it yo way!
We them thugs, niggaz really buzzed, nigga all day!
If we have to, yeah, think about the time
When a nigga disrespect mine, where I'm from, then I got to shoot!
St. Clair, yeah! Cleveland's right here!
Hustlin right here, them thugsta niggaz right here!
What, what? Them other niggaz play tenderous, and won't bust!
Not-not me no... no, not me no, I will, bust at will, I'll see ya
Comeback boy, for sayin what? And I'll spray ya, yes, I'll see ya, see ya

You should have never passed, stay in your place
Mind your bidness or end up needin a witness, yeahhhhhh....

Let me make this the last time, a nigga gotta say this
The original Bone Thugs, them niggaz ain't to play with
We get down for our damn thang, rank us among the greatest
And I'm sendin my shouts out, and f**k you to the haters
Who deny? In 1994 we switched the game up
With the homies with the rappin and the flow that always change up
Playin lames in the games, what a shame, had to hang up
They music careers, cause my clique brought the bangers
These niggaz wanna ride on a coat-tail
They stay on the dick, because we servin 'em so swell
I remember when motherf**kers called it bitin
They used to do that, cause these niggaz couldn't write it
All I'm tryna say is, give a nigga credit
If a nigga can't get it, then a nigga gettin deaded
It's all about respect, remember Layzie Bone said it
Better believe I'ma get mine, I'm dyin as a legend
I'm livin as a legend, if I want it I'ma get it
Nigga, hustle game tight, y'all can't f**k with it
This swagger is so strong, been doin it so long
And nigga it's so cold, with bidness!
We got the (Thugs) on the (Line), and the (Thugs) screamin (Mo!)
When we put it all together, thug niggaz gettin dough
Settin trends in this bitch, like we did it before
Still creepin on ah come up, through the backdoor, nigga!

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Heated Heavy

Krayzie Bone

Leatherface, Let 'em die...Shoot 'em...
Shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they
move (move, move)
Intro
Runnin' with the AK-47, watch 'em all fall dwn, down (1, 2, 3, 4; Dead)
Runnin' with the AK-47, come on what's up with y'all now (What's up with y'all
now)
-Refrain-
Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy/ Nigga love the way I wet 'em when
I get up in 'em
Krayzie
Runnin' with the AK-47/ Buckin', heated heavy, bustin' niggas in the belly/ Then
I follow with the
.357 and then the automatic Tech'll get 'em/ Niggas love the way I wet 'em when
I get up in 'em
Hit 'em, and I really meant to split 'em/ Put these niggas on they ass like a
overdose of penicillin
Murda, nigga wanna pack a pistol wit it/ We got a coffin that'll fit you in it/
The bullets come with it
Heard a nigga 'posed to be on the stalk/ So now we takin' caution when we walk/
A lot of niggas can
talk, they better not be actin'/ Nigga better show me some affirmative action/
Cuz I'm a take it
Maybe more/ Comin' throu blastin'/ An innocent nigga; You try to run and go
back/ Cuz nigga,
That crossfire's no lie/ Your muthafuckin' bullets fly by me blind/ It's a hell
of a war so muthafucker
Bring it on, bitch/ Hell yeah, we been ready for the longest/ Who you gonna come
with? Yes
We sinnin', so maybe to die; We gotta be ready (ready) Got into the game just a
lil' too deep (too
deep) Now muthafuckers on the creep but I can't sleep until my enemies rest in
peace, rest in peace
-Refrain-
(Murda Mo! It's that Bloody Murda Mo!)
Krayzie
Yeah, stackin' the artillery shop/ Then get the enemy and fuck up the cops/ This
shit'll kill 'em on the
spot/ Throw 'em in the lake/ Right off of the rocks and get the fuck away/ Don't
get caught
You better hurry, nigga/ G-O for what you N-O/ So ho, come on/ Nigga, wanna see
if it's real
We got promos/ Stack 'em and tag 'em with the 44 magnum/ Get 'em inside 'em, hit
the spine
Paralyze 'em/ Listen to the pistol when it whistles, spittin' many missles,
splittin' niggas to the gristle
Hit 'em in the middle of the forehead/ Is the muthafuckin' ho dead? Oh, yeah!
Reload it! M-11
9 millimeters up in the front; pump stuck, when we jump out to run; They in the
trunk/ I told you
Right up under my seat I keep heat/ You playin' me? Don't forget, it's right
next to my feet
Never know what I'm a pull out and shoot when I reach, and y'all ain't leavin'
the scene without bleedin';
Stick it to 'em/ Nigga, give it to 'em however they want it/ Bring it to us, and
it's brung back/ Trust us
-Refrain-
(Murda Mo! It's that Bloody Murda Mo!)
Krayzie
Who you gonna fuck with? ThugLine? Now it's the end of the song and I drunk the
whole bottle
I been fuckin' with the killa liquor/ Sippin' Hennessey/ And I got me the pin to
see the fuckin' enemy
that wanna put me deep/ Paranoid when I'm in the streets; bulletproof, but they
can get me
underneath or in the upper H-E-A-D/ And I don't wanna be another casualty-ty so
I got to be much
quicker to release/ Screamin' bloody murder/ Makin' muthafuckers eat the
Mossburger/ Undertaker
Nigga, take 'em under to the Wasteland/ Leather Face up in the place/ You better
pin a nigga
Crazy? Krayzie/ Never mistake me for these lames that be fakin', playa hatin',
concentratin'/ So we
eliminate and we erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em, erase 'em, erase 'em,
yes we erase 'em
Outro
If you wanna get fucked up, nigga wanna get bucked up (Jump); Buck...{shot}

Leatherface, Let 'em die...Shoot 'em... 
Shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they 
move (move, move) 
Intro 
Runnin' with the AK-47, watch 'em all fall dwn, down (1, 2, 3, 4; Dead) 
Runnin' with the AK-47, come on what's up with y'all now (What's up with y'all 
now) 
-Refrain- 
Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy/ Nigga love the way I wet 'em when 
I get up in 'em 
Krayzie 
Runnin' with the AK-47/ Buckin', heated heavy, bustin' niggas in the belly/ Then 
I follow with the 
.357 and then the automatic Tech'll get 'em/ Niggas love the way I wet 'em when 
I get up in 'em 
Hit 'em, and I really meant to split 'em/ Put these niggas on they ass like a 
overdose of penicillin 
Murda, nigga wanna pack a pistol wit it/ We got a coffin that'll fit you in it/ 
The bullets come with it 
Heard a nigga 'posed to be on the stalk/ So now we takin' caution when we walk/ 
A lot of niggas can 
talk, they better not be actin'/ Nigga better show me some affirmative action/ 
Cuz I'm a take it 
Maybe more/ Comin' throu blastin'/ An innocent nigga; You try to run and go 
back/ Cuz nigga, 
That crossfire's no lie/ Your muthafuckin' bullets fly by me blind/ It's a hell 
of a war so muthafucker 
Bring it on, bitch/ Hell yeah, we been ready for the longest/ Who you gonna come 
with? Yes 
We sinnin', so maybe to die; We gotta be ready (ready) Got into the game just a 
lil' too deep (too 
deep) Now muthafuckers on the creep but I can't sleep until my enemies rest in 
peace, rest in peace 
-Refrain- 
(Murda Mo! It's that Bloody Murda Mo!) 
Krayzie 
Yeah, stackin' the artillery shop/ Then get the enemy and fuck up the cops/ This 
shit'll kill 'em on the 
spot/ Throw 'em in the lake/ Right off of the rocks and get the fuck away/ Don't 
get caught 
You better hurry, nigga/ G-O for what you N-O/ So ho, come on/ Nigga, wanna see 
if it's real 
We got promos/ Stack 'em and tag 'em with the 44 magnum/ Get 'em inside 'em, hit 
the spine 
Paralyze 'em/ Listen to the pistol when it whistles, spittin' many missles, 
splittin' niggas to the gristle 
Hit 'em in the middle of the forehead/ Is the muthafuckin' ho dead?  Oh, yeah! 
Reload it! M-11 
9 millimeters up in the front; pump stuck, when we jump out to run; They in the 
trunk/ I told you 
Right up under my seat I keep heat/ You playin' me? Don't forget, it's right 
next to my feet 
Never know what I'm a pull out and shoot when I reach, and y'all ain't leavin' 
the scene without bleedin'; 
Stick it to 'em/ Nigga, give it to 'em however they want it/ Bring it to us, and 
it's brung back/ Trust us 
-Refrain- 
(Murda Mo! It's that Bloody Murda Mo!) 
Krayzie 
Who you gonna fuck with? ThugLine? Now it's the end of the song and I drunk the 
whole bottle 
I been fuckin' with the killa liquor/ Sippin' Hennessey/ And I got me the pin to 
see the fuckin' enemy 
that wanna put me deep/ Paranoid when I'm in the streets; bulletproof, but they 
can get me 
underneath or in the upper H-E-A-D/ And I don't wanna be another casualty-ty so 
I got to be much 
quicker to release/ Screamin' bloody murder/ Makin' muthafuckers eat the 
Mossburger/ Undertaker 
Nigga, take 'em under to the Wasteland/ Leather Face up in the place/ You better 
pin a nigga 
Crazy? Krayzie/ Never mistake me for these lames that be fakin', playa hatin', 
concentratin'/ So we 
eliminate and we erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em, erase 'em, erase 'em, 
yes we erase 'em 
Outro 
If you wanna get fucked up, nigga wanna get bucked up (Jump); Buck...{shot}

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Paper

Krayzie Bone

Intro
The world, the world, the world, is very different now...
-Refrain-
Everybody wants some paper (I want some) Niggas fightin' over paper (I know you
want some)
And when you die, I can bet you (You will die) you died tryin' to get some
paper
(I can bet you will die) Shame, shame...
Krayzie
Ain't life a fucked up game with all the green? Mighty, mighty dollar bill y'all
(bill y'all) have you
sinnin'/ Eventually in a coffin one day/ But you can't knock the hustle; niggas
got bills to pay
Struggle and strive/ I'm tryin' to stay alive, but in the meantime I'm a get
mine/ Everything'll be fine
When I can eat and get high/ I mean eat when I want to/ Purchase some weed and
have a place to
P.O.D. when I want to/ But tryin' to make the paper ain't the only worry/ I got
to keep my glock
cocked; niggas be plottin' on me, tryin' to hurt me/ So I stop, and nigga,
"What's up? I'm in a hurry"
No time for conversations with niggas that's thinkin' to murder me/ But I pin
'em everytime(everytime)
Time after time they try, but you can be deceased/ No more, your life/ Friends
is usually your foes
You know you're just like everybody/ I trust nobody
Cuz everybody want the paper
-Refrain-
Money, money, money...Make your, make your, cash flow...
Krayzie
A nigga be thinkin'; ain't it funny sometimes that you can be quick to do a
crime; you come up
and get robbed and shot, but you got the same job? Tricky business/ Sometimes
you get your wig
split/ But, shit, for the cheddar, I guess we just be willing to risk it "This
is a stick up. Give up the
cash, your wallet, purse" Nigga dash/ You turn around; I'm puttin a bullet up in
your ass
Desperate-ass niggas don't play/ Me and my niggas ain't ate all day/ And you can
go to the grave for meal plate
Niggas play dirty cuz we out here hungry/ We just want a meal on the table
And a meal in the pocket/ You die if you cannot pay for your life/ Niggas is
frantic
And that's why (that's why, that's why, that's why...)
-Refrain-
Big hundred dollar bills, y'all...Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills,
y'all?
Would you kill? Would you kill? Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills
y'all?
-Refrain-
Better make your cash flow (cash flow, cash flow)
Nigga better make your cash flow/ Nigga make your money, money, man
Better hustle up and make your cash flow...Fuck being poor.

Intro 
The world, the world, the world, is very different now... 
-Refrain- 
Everybody wants some paper (I want some) Niggas fightin' over paper (I know you 
want some) 
And when you die,  I can bet you (You will die) you died tryin' to get some 
paper 
(I can bet you will die) Shame, shame... 
Krayzie 
Ain't life a fucked up game with all the green? Mighty, mighty dollar bill y'all 
(bill y'all) have you 
sinnin'/ Eventually in a coffin one day/ But you can't knock the hustle; niggas 
got bills to pay 
Struggle and strive/ I'm tryin' to stay alive, but in the meantime I'm a get 
mine/ Everything'll be fine 
When I can eat and get high/ I mean eat when I want to/ Purchase some weed and 
have a place to 
P.O.D. when I want to/ But tryin' to make the paper ain't the only worry/ I got 
to keep my glock 
cocked; niggas be plottin' on me, tryin' to hurt me/ So I stop, and nigga, 
"What's up? I'm in a hurry" 
No time for conversations with niggas that's thinkin' to murder me/ But I pin 
'em everytime(everytime) 
Time after time they try, but you can be deceased/ No more, your life/ Friends 
is usually your foes 
You know you're just like everybody/ I trust nobody 
Cuz everybody want the paper 
-Refrain- 
Money, money, money...Make your, make your, cash flow... 
Krayzie 
A nigga be thinkin'; ain't it funny sometimes that you can be quick to do a 
crime; you come up 
and get robbed and shot, but you got the same job? Tricky business/ Sometimes 
you get your wig 
split/ But, shit, for the cheddar, I guess we just be willing to risk it "This 
is a stick up. Give up the 
cash, your wallet, purse" Nigga dash/ You turn around; I'm puttin a bullet up in 
your ass 
Desperate-ass niggas don't play/ Me and my niggas ain't ate all day/ And you can 
go to the grave for meal plate 
Niggas play dirty cuz we out here hungry/ We just want a meal on the table 
And a meal in the pocket/ You die if you cannot pay for your life/ Niggas is 
frantic 
And that's why (that's why, that's why, that's why...) 
-Refrain- 
Big hundred dollar bills, y'all...Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills, 
y'all? 
Would you kill? Would you kill? Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills 
y'all? 
-Refrain- 
Better make your cash flow (cash flow, cash flow) 
Nigga better make your cash flow/ Nigga make your money, money, man 
Better hustle up and make your cash flow...Fuck being poor.

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Payback Is A Bitch

Krayzie Bone

(Krayzie)
Raw, raw, raw. . .
Retaliation is a must, nigga
The enemy must suffer the muthaf**kin' consequences
Deadly. . .
Yeah, I want all of these muthaf**kas dead
I don't wanna see one muthaf**ka left breathin'
Kill all these muthaf**kas

(Chorus)
Them niggas be killas
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Bloody, bloody murder. . .
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Killa . . . .

(Krayzie)
I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland
Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed
Dozed off, but I was awakened by the telephone ringin'
I picked it up
Hello? At first, nobody would answer me, so I said it again
Hello? Somebody starts breathin'
Not thinkin', I hung up the phone
Niggas be playin' jokes, I payed it no mind
It could've been just my f**kin' friends
Then I sat back and closed my eyes
no more than four seconds, it rung again
Hello? And why in the f**k is you playin'?
Somebody yelled out, "You die!"
Before I could even reply,
some nigga jumped right through the window buckin' a pistol
I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the bullets on the way to the stairs
Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head
Thinkin' for sure that I'm gonna be dead
Scared? Oh yeah!
So I turned around and ran out the backdoor instead
Them niggas was steadily buckin'
Whoever was dumpin', they surely did want me in the red.
Continued to fled--hit a couple of fences
Thinkin' 'bout who could have did this?
Retaliation: I'll handle my business, kill 'em--as God as my witness
I called up my niggas; they ready for war
Kill 'em's the way that we even the score
If you did not come for war, what in the f**k you come here for?

(Chorus)x2
What you niggas be? Killas . . .
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Bloody, bloody murder . . .
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Killa . . .

(Bam)
Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot
You smokin' hot
Gather troops, destinations be your block
The stakes is high since '94

Got your tightest G for ransom
Maybe unhand 'em and let him go
Hell no, you shouldn't've chanced it
It's not essential, got smoked, only deaththreats on your boast
So take it as a quote, get violent if you see me, loc
We deadly--step, pay your sins, you'll die a thousand times
He's found with open eyes, and mesmerized, no vital signs
That's fifty mercenaries that blood money can't afford
Jump out of new Accords
??? got two swords
A deadly ?, fate been chosen
Get your eyes swollen
I roll and dreams we're golden, and now your hood we controllin'
You tellin' lies, caught you slippin' up at your Mama's house
Should've took you out, but I told my homies throw you out
Better thank your stars, relocate anywhere close to Mars
Stop actin' hard, you got more than you bargained for

(Chorus)
You niggas be killas
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Bloody, bloody murder . . .
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Killa . . .

(Bam)
We leave 'em shell-shocked, forty glocks and dirty looks and pop shotz
We verse 'em twice; murda books police, 'cause scared of heights
It's cowards versus niggas, been shook
didn't recognize the way your body hangin' from a hook
Thugline don't play

(Krayzie)
Shit!
Dog, I done told 'em
We'll rode 'em
Ho ain't got no scrotum
Slippin' in a clip and reload 'em, and when they jump
Yeah, we gon' unload 'em, and hit 'em wherever, however they want it
We gon' make sure no one's alive or left to identify me
It ain't over until you die

(Chorus)
Them you niggas be killas
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Bloody, bloody murder . . .
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Killa . . .

Them niggas be killas
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Bloody, bloody, murder
Don't be f**kin' with the killa, killa, killa, killa

Them you niggas be killas
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period
Bloody, bloody murder . . .
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

(Chorus) 
Them niggas be killas 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Bloody, bloody murder. . . 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Killa . . . .

(Krayzie) 
I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland 
Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed 
Dozed off, but I was awakened by the telephone ringin' 
I picked it up 
Hello? At first, nobody would answer me, so I said it again 
Hello? Somebody starts breathin' 
Not thinkin', I hung up the phone 
Niggas be playin' jokes, I payed it no mind 
It could've been just my f**kin' friends 
Then I sat back and closed my eyes
no more than four seconds, it rung again 
Hello?   And why in the f**k is you playin'? 
Somebody yelled out, "You die!" 
Before I could even reply, 
some nigga jumped right through the window buckin' a pistol 
I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the bullets on the way to the stairs 
Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head 
Thinkin' for sure that I'm gonna be dead 
Scared? Oh yeah! 
So I turned around and ran out the backdoor instead 
Them niggas was steadily buckin' 
Whoever was dumpin', they surely did want me in the red.   
Continued to fled--hit a couple of fences 
Thinkin' 'bout who could have did this? 
Retaliation: I'll handle my business, kill 'em--as God as my witness 
I called up my niggas; they ready for war 
Kill 'em's the way that we even the score 
If you did not come for war, what in the f**k you come here for?

(Chorus)x2 
What you niggas be?  Killas . . . 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Bloody, bloody murder . . . 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Killa . . .

(Bam) 
Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot 
You smokin' hot 
Gather troops, destinations be your block 
The stakes is high since '94

Got your tightest G for ransom 
Maybe unhand 'em and let him go 
Hell no, you shouldn't've chanced it 
It's not essential, got smoked, only deaththreats on your boast 
So take it as a quote, get violent if you see me, loc 
We deadly--step, pay your sins, you'll die a thousand times 
He's found with open eyes, and mesmerized, no vital signs 
That's fifty mercenaries that blood money can't afford 
Jump out of new Accords 
??? got two swords 
A deadly ?, fate been chosen 
Get your eyes swollen 
I roll and dreams we're golden, and now your hood we controllin' 
You tellin' lies, caught you slippin' up at your Mama's house 
Should've took you out, but I told my homies throw you out 
Better thank your stars, relocate anywhere close to Mars 
Stop actin' hard, you got more than you bargained for

(Chorus) 
You niggas be killas 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Bloody, bloody murder . . . 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Killa . . .

(Bam) 
We leave 'em shell-shocked, forty glocks and dirty looks and pop shotz 
We verse 'em twice; murda books police, 'cause scared of heights 
It's cowards versus niggas, been shook
didn't recognize the way your body hangin' from a hook 
Thugline don't play

(Krayzie) 
Shit! 
Dog, I done told 'em 
We'll rode 'em 
Ho ain't got no scrotum 
Slippin' in a clip and reload 'em, and when they jump 
Yeah, we gon' unload 'em, and hit 'em wherever, however they want it 
We gon' make sure no one's alive or left to identify me 
It ain't over until you die

(Chorus) 
Them you niggas be killas 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Bloody, bloody murder . . . 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Killa . . .

Them niggas be killas 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Bloody, bloody, murder 
Don't be f**kin' with the killa, killa, killa, killa

Them you niggas be killas 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period 
Bloody, bloody murder . . . 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period

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(Relay)thugline

Krayzie Bone

{dialing of phone}
Krayzie
Still thuggin' with the thugs, thugs, with the thugs
(if y'all feel this, scream mo! all my niggas on the thugline, thugline)
Ain't a damn thing changed, damn thing changed, changed
(if y'all feel this, scream mo! all my niggas on the thugline, thugline)
And if you niggas wanna get some, get some. count me down for your thing
Relay
Muthaf**k you niggas hatin' on me, hatin' on me/ no-no, gotta grin but I pin
Swolled eyes so f**k them crooked, crackin'
Po-po's/ kick down doors on our goals, don't forget them bowls/ keep businesss
To myself 'cause it's best if no one knows
I trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas either/ try to take my weed, I got
More power than she-ra/ dirty-south diva
I rise like mya/ my high is comin' down/ I smoke some more and I get higher/ la,
La-la...they beat this weed and they set fire
Ganja make me loose, 'cause I'm live like a wire/ I never share attire, keep
Passin' me them thangs/ just hit 'em with that heat to
They mouth like some wangs/ straight out decator, gon' get some cheese and f**k
The fame/ straight out decator, you got
Drama? you know my name/ now close your eyes and listen to sleepy rhyme/ you got
Five, I got 5/ let's go get a dime
Relay
A-t-l, I got to do somethin' to get my point heard/ I put my pen down and let
The folks hear my words/ don't call me no
Joker, don't call me no nerd cux I be goin' deeper than the others you heard/
'cause this ain't in your head, bumpin' in your
Head knockin'/ I keep the brothers jockin' even though they guns be knockin'/
Gonna block it, throw my hands up
And we dip it up and brawl/ talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at
All/ nigga in y'all drawers, I rise but my name's not mya
And i's a tight female/ don't need smoke to get you higher/ I'm beggin' for
Attention, well I beg to differ
They nervous when I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer/ I plot by myself, my
Thoughts are dangerous
You gotta be lyrically tight if you wanna hang with us/ can't sit on my ass,
When I know I must be heard
My pen's been put down and now my mouth has been heard
-refrain-
So you can bring anything you want to/ we do, do this however, whenever you want
To/ but we can act the fool
If that's what you wan do 'cause real niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline
Relay
Yeah, little miss on passion stabbin', nabbin' niggas/ I know how to react and
Be the one who peepin' out them playa haters in the back /and I'm attackin',

Saggin'/ yes, and I'm relaxin' when I'm high/ krayzie bone and relay done hooked
Up this shit
'cause my, my, my, relay is comin' round the corner/ better run for cover or you're
Gonna be a goner/ I told you nigga, we doin' this shit to get richer quicker,
Not pullin' triggers, hypnotizin' niggas like, rest in peace, notorious big,
Nigga
Relay
Tell me somethin' about any rapper, and in a heartbeat, I would snappin' the
Baddest when I rhyme/ and relay up to no good
Fact, you should value this beat/ and in this rap game it seems ain't no other 4
Be'cause we'll straight out bust out the scene
Straight out decator where it's greater/ and it can't get no better, unless you
Headed throu downtown/ the land to go make
Some chedder/ in everyway and everyday, you hear these thugs bust a rap, or
Rhyme, or flow, or just whatever you may call
We gon' snap, snap
Relay
We in the a-t-l, done hooked up/ this shit is buck, so nigga, what? krayzie
Gotta bust, krayzie gotta bust, krayzie gotta
Bust, krayzie gotta bust {repeated}
Krayzie
Now you know we can get high, high, high, so high/ that's my man, mister
Sawed-off leatherface: the name
Thug is what I claim/ stayin' away from all these lames and these playa hatas
Steady inflictin' pressure on the brain
But my mentality can't be faded, I play it so f**kin' smooth/ I got my mind just
Like chess, I concentrate on every move
And every rule that they wrote, we break 'em/ believe me, that's why so many
Niggas fall off for flossin' and goin' against they boss, man/ too many chiefs
Annoy me, uh/ so when I roll, I'm mostly solo and I know that fo-fo stay mighty
Close
Just touch on my door ho, you'll be greeted by heaters, millimeters,
Pop-pop-pop-pop/ mo! thug mothership presents;
Thugline niggas, bone thugs-n-harmony still live niggas/ and I got my troopers
Suited and ready/ relay, up in this muthaf**ka
Marchin', marchin', marchin', marchin/ bombin' on bitches/ people be sayin', and
If you think we playin; run up and take your chance to die/ it's in your hands,
Blow for blow/ we let these muthaf**kers know/ they know whether they male or
Female
I don't roll with no ho
-refrain-
{phone dialtone}
(operator) we're sorry your call cannot be completed as dialed,
Please check the number and dial again, or call your operator to help you..

Saggin'/ yes, and I'm relaxin' when I'm high/ krayzie bone and relay done hooked
Up this shit
'cause my, my, my, relay is comin' round the corner/ better run for cover or you're
Gonna be a goner/ I told you nigga, we doin' this shit to get richer quicker,
Not pullin' triggers, hypnotizin' niggas like, rest in peace, notorious big,
Nigga
Relay
Tell me somethin' about any rapper, and in a heartbeat, I would snappin' the
Baddest when I rhyme/ and relay up to no good
Fact, you should value this beat/ and in this rap game it seems ain't no other 4
Be'cause we'll straight out bust out the scene
Straight out decator where it's greater/ and it can't get no better, unless you
Headed throu downtown/ the land to go make
Some chedder/ in everyway and everyday, you hear these thugs bust a rap, or
Rhyme, or flow, or just whatever you may call
We gon' snap, snap
Relay
We in the a-t-l, done hooked up/ this shit is buck, so nigga, what? krayzie
Gotta bust, krayzie gotta bust, krayzie gotta
Bust, krayzie gotta bust {repeated}
Krayzie
Now you know we can get high, high, high, so high/ that's my man, mister
Sawed-off leatherface: the name
Thug is what I claim/ stayin' away from all these lames and these playa hatas
Steady inflictin' pressure on the brain
But my mentality can't be faded, I play it so f**kin' smooth/ I got my mind just
Like chess, I concentrate on every move
And every rule that they wrote, we break 'em/ believe me, that's why so many
Niggas fall off for flossin' and goin' against they boss, man/ too many chiefs
Annoy me, uh/ so when I roll, I'm mostly solo and I know that fo-fo stay mighty
Close
Just touch on my door ho, you'll be greeted by heaters, millimeters,
Pop-pop-pop-pop/ mo! thug mothership presents;
Thugline niggas, bone thugs-n-harmony still live niggas/ and I got my troopers
Suited and ready/ relay, up in this muthaf**ka
Marchin', marchin', marchin', marchin/ bombin' on bitches/ people be sayin', and
If you think we playin; run up and take your chance to die/ it's in your hands,
Blow for blow/ we let these muthaf**kers know/ they know whether they male or
Female
I don't roll with no ho
-refrain-
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Please check the number and dial again, or call your operator to help you..

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Dummy Man

Krayzie Bone

Dum. Da-dum, dum, da-dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. Dum, dum, da-dum, dum, da-dum,
dum, dum, dum, dum.

They call me the Dummy Man [the Dummy Man ...], and I'm up early tryin?to slang
my dope [I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks.]. The fiends, they get awfully
mad [awfuly mad ...] when they go broke on dope, and it's really soap [My nigga
you ain't never lied].

Up in the mornin' and I feel like I don't wanna be livin', better off dead
without no bread. Have you ever felt that feelin'? Unsatisfied, feelin' like you
wanna die when you reach into your pocket and can't even find not even enough to
go purchase a dime sack of weed. But fuck that, I got come up in my blood, plus
it's the first of the month, nigga what, the perfect time to come up. The only
problem is I'm broke and ain't got no dope. But as I was standin?at my bathroom
mirror, I look at the soap. Shit, soap look a little like dope. You scandalous
nigga! Then I chop, chop up me some counterfeit amphetamines. But wait a minute,
wait, wait a minute now, what if they want to taste it? Then quickly for cash,
nigga dash to the kitchen get the bread bag. Wrap that bread around some soap,
now I got the bread crumb dum-dum dope. It might sound funny but it ain't no
joke cause doin' this shit could get a nigga smoked, man. But fuck it! Young
nigga gotta get them duckets. Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches,
Orajel for the numbness. Then I hit the corner with a handful of bread crumbs,
nigga got the dum-dum for ya [for ya] and I pump on approach if you say it ain't
dope, only dealin' 'cause I hear that they sober. Peep, creep on a come up, I'll
wait for a fiend to roll up, and walk to the car with my hand on my pistol, he
showed me the greens. Said, "Hold up. Gotta get my stash." Nigga need a twenty,
and I got that faded. Lovin' these yum-yum's, glad I made it, I just hope this
nigga don't try to taste it. I dropped him the dummy, he said it was lovely. But
as he pulled off I pinned that he put a rock up in his mouth [mouth], so he gon'
come back for his money. I pinned that he braked, he skid, put it in reverse and
he came back quick. Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all big, this is what
happened to this bitch: we beat him, and finished him off and he never came
'round here no more cause the nigga ran into yours-truly. Poor, and a nigga
scored. Lord forgive me but I can't remember the last time I ate. Now I gots to
go get me a plate or we pin ?m up proper. Only spent three dollars and forty
four cent, nigga full, now I gotta get bent. Nigga still got sixteen dollars and
fifty six cent, hell yeah! These dum dums got a nigga off the hook, they got
booked, took, shook, look, got dope, but it ain't dope, so I guess you could
call me a crooked crook. Hey, do ya know somebody like me? I don't think so,
cause ain't nobody. I see down for the crime like I'm down for mine, and if I
gotta, nigga, I cheat, cheat.

They call me the Dummy Man [the Dummy Man ...], and I'm up early tryin?to slang
my dope [I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks.]. The fiends, they get awfully
mad [awfuly mad ...] when they go broke on dope, and it's really soap [My nigga
you ain't never lied].

So fuck with me, I got them chops man [choppa, choppa, choppa]. The biggest
rocks up on the block, man [the biggest rocks up on the block man]. Say, fuck
with me, I got them chops man [choppa, choppa, choppa]. The biggest rocks up on
the block, man [the biggest rocks up on the block man].

Dum. Da-dum, dum, da-dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. Dum, dum, da-dum, dum, da-dum, 
dum, dum, dum, dum.

They call me the Dummy Man [the Dummy Man ...], and I'm up early tryin?to slang 
my dope [I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks.]. The fiends, they get awfully 
mad [awfuly mad ...] when they go broke on dope, and it's really soap [My nigga 
you ain't never lied].

Up in the mornin' and I feel like I don't wanna be livin', better off dead 
without no bread. Have you ever felt that feelin'? Unsatisfied, feelin' like you 
wanna die when you reach into your pocket and can't even find not even enough to 
go purchase a dime sack of weed. But fuck that, I got come up in my blood, plus 
it's the first of the month, nigga what, the perfect time to come up. The only 
problem is I'm broke and ain't got no dope. But as I was standin?at my bathroom 
mirror, I look at the soap. Shit, soap look a little like dope. You scandalous 
nigga! Then I chop, chop up me some counterfeit amphetamines. But wait a minute, 
wait, wait a minute now, what if they want to taste it? Then quickly for cash, 
nigga dash to the kitchen get the bread bag. Wrap that bread around some soap, 
now I got the bread crumb dum-dum dope. It might sound funny but it ain't no 
joke cause doin' this shit could get a nigga smoked, man. But fuck it! Young 
nigga gotta get them duckets. Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches, 
Orajel for the numbness. Then I hit the corner with a handful of bread crumbs, 
nigga got the dum-dum for ya [for ya] and I pump on approach if you say it ain't 
dope, only dealin' 'cause I hear that they sober. Peep, creep on a come up, I'll 
wait for a fiend to roll up, and walk to the car with my hand on my pistol, he 
showed me the greens. Said, "Hold up. Gotta get my stash." Nigga need a twenty, 
and I got that faded. Lovin' these yum-yum's, glad I made it, I just hope this 
nigga don't try to taste it. I dropped him the dummy, he said it was lovely. But 
as he pulled off I pinned that he put a rock up in his mouth [mouth], so he gon' 
come back for his money. I pinned that he braked, he skid, put it in reverse and 
he came back quick. Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all big, this is what 
happened to this bitch: we beat him, and finished him off and he never came 
'round here no more cause the nigga ran into yours-truly. Poor, and a nigga 
scored. Lord forgive me but I can't remember the last time I ate. Now I gots to 
go get me a plate or we pin ?m up proper. Only spent three dollars and forty 
four cent, nigga full, now I gotta get bent. Nigga still got sixteen dollars and 
fifty six cent, hell yeah! These dum dums got a nigga off the hook, they got 
booked, took, shook, look, got dope, but it ain't dope, so I guess you could 
call me a crooked crook. Hey, do ya know somebody like me? I don't think so, 
cause ain't nobody. I see down for the crime like I'm down for mine, and if I 
gotta, nigga, I cheat, cheat.

So fuck with me, I got them chops man [choppa, choppa, choppa]. The biggest 
rocks up on the block, man [the biggest rocks up on the block man]. Say, fuck 
with me, I got them chops man [choppa, choppa, choppa]. The biggest rocks up on 
the block, man [the biggest rocks up on the block man].

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Thugz All Ova Da World

Krayzie Bone

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us.
You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up
your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb
back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm
always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you're tryin'
to prove that you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs?
Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas.
Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex and
disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. Uh-huh
[uh-huh]. I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. But,
man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. Nigga, you
try run up on me, then I gotta shot your head off. I'm keepin' a gun on me
daily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it.

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Treach:
As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how
these dirty judge get thirty, do ya? They must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a
stunt. The greatest producers, and didn't mention KayGee once? The greatest
groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not
namin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. Blaze the
page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin'
rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. Bring
troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and
boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's the
predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year, proof that
they're easy to swallow, and I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein'
tomorrow. Thugs all over the world!

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout
they paper. Handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. Knew
what I had to do. Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99." I'm dead serious. About
my business--shit is gettin' ridiculous. They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop,
pop the 9 millimeter. Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your
profit in. While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty, haters look, saw that
Treach and Leather Face. We comin' to get the riot started.

Treach:
Since I been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see I splattered the
matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake. See I'm comin' like a rhino.
Pass the fine ho. We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago. Got rhymes
out the ass, so find the lasso, I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or
rastle. Leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga
Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit. To my thugs all over the world!

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us. 
You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up 
your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb 
back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm 
always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you're tryin' 
to prove that you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs? 
Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas. 
Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex and 
disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. Uh-huh 
[uh-huh]. I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. But, 
man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. Nigga, you 
try run up on me, then I gotta shot your head off. I'm keepin' a gun on me 
daily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it.

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Treach:
As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how 
these dirty judge get thirty, do ya? They must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a 
stunt. The greatest producers, and didn't mention KayGee once? The greatest 
groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not 
namin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. Blaze the 
page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin' 
rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. Bring 
troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and 
boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's the 
predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year, proof that 
they're easy to swallow, and I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein' 
tomorrow. Thugs all over the world!

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

Krayzie:
Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout 
they paper. Handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. Knew 
what I had to do. Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99." I'm dead serious. About 
my business--shit is gettin' ridiculous. They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop, 
pop the 9 millimeter. Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your 
profit in. While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty, haters look, saw that 
Treach and Leather Face. We comin' to get the riot started.

Treach:
Since I been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see I splattered the 
matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake. See I'm comin' like a rhino. 
Pass the fine ho. We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago. Got rhymes 
out the ass, so find the lasso, I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or 
rastle. Leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga 
Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit. To my thugs all over the world!

Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. All over the world.
All across the nation. We all across the nation.

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Street People

Krayzie Bone

Krayzie:
Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets; niggas in the hood strugglin',
doin' what the fuck they gotta do to make their money; and all the thugs, the
hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps. Let's roll, let's roll.
[. . . ghetto love, ghetto love. I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love . . .]

Street people [people] All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood [Where they at? Where they at? Where
they at?], keepin' it real on the street. Niggas they practice what they preach,
stayin' true until they D-I-E. Niggas still strong. We keep on bailin' through
the stress and all the rest of the shit that's goin' on. Speakin' of violence, I
see, you got to keep a pistol, 'cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon' be
got, they out to pinch ya. Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump, and it
drives us to the point of no return, especially when you 're gone off of the
sherm. You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'. While you walkin', he on
sixteen switches. Ain't that a bitch? But that's life. This shit ain't nothin'
nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right. And I can't stop 'em or knock
'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though. 'Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent
or you will die." So [so, so], choose one [just one]: either repent and get
saved, or put some food on your table for now.

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Krayzie [with Niko]:
I see my sisters out there hustlin', man [strugglin', man.]. Do what it takes,
but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can. Gotta feed your babies [babies,
yeah]. Handle yourself your own business--don't wait on that nigga to get you
nothin'. We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin'
[somethin', yeah]. Take the welfare, fuck it! The system givin' it to you,
'cause it's guilt on they conscience. Don't let 'em fool you [don't let 'em fool
you, no]. Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors, so come on and get the paper,
paper, before you die, die. This verse is for my ghetto queens, tryin' to come
up and get them better things, particularly cheddar cheese. Make that money
[Make that money]. Work, work, work. Whatever your occupation, as long as you
bringin' home the bacon, bacon, bacon. Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too.
And I hope y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ooh. [Ooh-ooh,
yeah.] Though people comin' around, we gon' thug. So where the thugs at? Gimme
some of that ghetto love [ghettp love].

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Krayzie [with Niko]:
Now if y'all feelin' me, let's get down and tear the roof off the mother. Shoot
the muthafuckas! I'm serious and mean business. Ready to pump pump and ride, you
with it? Come on, put it out there. Pump, pump, pump police. They treat us like
animals--let's attack 'em like beasts. But hold on: 'fore you start fightin'
[hold on, hold on], let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline [no
more, no more]. I'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more, 'cause I know
it won't last too much longer . When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier [I
told you], if I make it out of the game with all my sanity. Get paid, fuck the
fame, get out quickly. Understand me? 'Cause at the rate I'm goin', pretty soon
they'll try to ban me for killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with my
family. Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's, tryin' to jam me, but I told
them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly, and this is my mentality for
fuckin' with the street life, street life [street life.]

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you
gotta do].

Niko:
I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people. Them niggas with an
attitude, let's stop the killin', we're strugglin' just like you to make a
livin'. We're not pretendin', don't y'all remember? It ain't easy tryin' to stay
alive, some people out there smokin' crack. My people workin' 9 to 5, just doin'
it right. Real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before the strugglin'
days is long gone, hold on, be strong.

Krayzie:
Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers,
we soldiers. we're T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we
soldiers.
[Get on up, get on up.]

Street people [people] All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're 
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you 
gotta do].

I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood [Where they at? Where they at? Where 
they at?], keepin' it real on the street. Niggas they practice what they preach, 
stayin' true until they D-I-E. Niggas still strong. We keep on bailin' through 
the stress and all the rest of the shit that's goin' on. Speakin' of violence, I 
see, you got to keep a pistol, 'cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon' be 
got, they out to pinch ya. Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump, and it 
drives us to the point of no return, especially when you 're gone off of the 
sherm. You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'. While you walkin', he on 
sixteen switches. Ain't that a bitch? But that's life. This shit ain't nothin' 
nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right. And I can't stop 'em or knock 
'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though. 'Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent 
or you will die." So [so, so], choose one [just one]: either repent and get 
saved, or put some food on your table for now.

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're 
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you 
gotta do].

Krayzie [with Niko]:
I see my sisters out there hustlin', man [strugglin', man.]. Do what it takes, 
but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can. Gotta feed your babies [babies, 
yeah]. Handle yourself your own business--don't wait on that nigga to get you 
nothin'. We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin' 
[somethin', yeah]. Take the welfare, fuck it! The system givin' it to you, 
'cause it's guilt on they conscience. Don't let 'em fool you [don't let 'em fool 
you, no]. Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors, so come on and get the paper, 
paper, before you die, die. This verse is for my ghetto queens, tryin' to come 
up and get them better things, particularly cheddar cheese. Make that money 
[Make that money]. Work, work, work. Whatever your occupation, as long as you 
bringin' home the bacon, bacon, bacon. Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too. 
And I hope y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ooh. [Ooh-ooh, 
yeah.] Though people comin' around, we gon' thug. So where the thugs at? Gimme 
some of that ghetto love [ghettp love].

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're 
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you 
gotta do].

Krayzie [with Niko]:
Now if y'all feelin' me, let's get down and tear the roof off the mother. Shoot 
the muthafuckas! I'm serious and mean business. Ready to pump pump and ride, you 
with it? Come on, put it out there. Pump, pump, pump police. They treat us like 
animals--let's attack 'em like beasts. But hold on: 'fore you start fightin' 
[hold on, hold on], let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline [no 
more, no more]. I'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more, 'cause I know 
it won't last too much longer . When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier [I 
told you], if I make it out of the game with all my sanity. Get paid, fuck the 
fame, get out quickly. Understand me? 'Cause at the rate I'm goin', pretty soon 
they'll try to ban me for killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with my 
family. Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's, tryin' to jam me, but I told 
them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly, and this is my mentality for 
fuckin' with the street life, street life [street life.]

Krayzie:
Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're 
ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you 
gotta do].

Niko:
I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people. Them niggas with an 
attitude, let's stop the killin', we're strugglin' just like you to make a 
livin'. We're not pretendin', don't y'all remember? It ain't easy tryin' to stay 
alive, some people out there smokin' crack. My people workin' 9 to 5, just doin' 
it right. Real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before the strugglin' 
days is long gone, hold on, be strong.

Krayzie:
Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, 
we soldiers. we're T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we 
soldiers.
[Get on up, get on up.]

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11.

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999

World war.

This is combat. I don't think these niggas really know. This shit is for
real--this is not a game. So all my real muthafuckin' thugs get the fuck up, and
put your guns in the muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just
don't care, and fuck the muthafuckin' police, and kill all the muthafuckin'
enemies!

Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho. What's up bitch? We can roll.
Anybody wanna fuck with me? 'Cause I'm down to fuck back with you. What you
wanna do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its
real--fuck a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you
could die a ho. What they talk about? Bone Thugs ran? Nigga, we never ever run
from no man, and fear none. If you see their click, then niggas, get the big
guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the bitch run. He said he came to get some;
nigga, he ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool ya. Bustas won't do
too much [Nigga ain't really want none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb shit
comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. Why these niggas gotta
lie? They can't stand up and face the facts? Nigga your head got cracked. We
heard what they said--said that my niggas fled. But y'all niggas know what's up.
What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? Shit, then come on.

World war.

Now you know, now you know. Now you know . . . Nigga, bet our niggas comin' to
bring the pain. Better get your hard-hat. Nigga protect your brain. Get a gun
and bang-bang. Tell me when you really wanna battle, my nigga. We can handle
that any way you want to handle static. Nigga, thugstyle, buckwild. Some
tear-up-the-club shit? Whatever, drop down. When the bullets get to jumpin'
around the playa haters on the ground bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he
drop like, "Who could it be?" Your life has been took--no, not by the bullet,
but the nigga with the heater. I'm trigger happy. I'll be in demand, I'm in
command. So let's move, and you know what the enemy look like. They clones that
look and sound like Bone. Give a muthafucka more than Speedknots. And when he
run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps. Y'all niggas ain't Mobsters, 'cause if
it was the mob nigga, somebody would've been shot ya. But we can get the whole
cru: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for niggas to hold
on, to keep up. But I see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was claimin' it
first, it's who's the realest [realest]. Do not enlist if you're not ready for
war.

World War.

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999

World war.

This is combat. I don't think these niggas really know. This shit is for 
real--this is not a game. So all my real muthafuckin' thugs get the fuck up, and 
put your guns in the muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just 
don't care, and fuck the muthafuckin' police, and kill all the muthafuckin' 
enemies!

Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho. What's up bitch? We can roll. 
Anybody wanna fuck with me? 'Cause I'm down to fuck back with you. What you 
wanna do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its 
real--fuck a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you 
could die a ho. What they talk about? Bone Thugs ran? Nigga, we never ever run 
from no man, and fear none. If you see their click, then niggas, get the big 
guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the bitch run. He said he came to get some; 
nigga, he ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool ya. Bustas won't do 
too much [Nigga ain't really want none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb shit 
comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. Why these niggas gotta 
lie? They can't stand up and face the facts? Nigga your head got cracked. We 
heard what they said--said that my niggas fled. But y'all niggas know what's up. 
What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? Shit, then come on.

World war.

Now you know, now you know. Now you know . . . Nigga, bet our niggas comin' to 
bring the pain. Better get your hard-hat. Nigga protect your brain. Get a gun 
and bang-bang. Tell me when you really wanna battle, my nigga. We can handle 
that any way you want to handle static. Nigga, thugstyle, buckwild. Some 
tear-up-the-club shit? Whatever, drop down. When the bullets get to jumpin' 
around the playa haters on the ground bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he 
drop like, "Who could it be?" Your life has been took--no, not by the bullet, 
but the nigga with the heater. I'm trigger happy. I'll be in demand, I'm in 
command. So let's move, and you know what the enemy look like. They clones that 
look and sound like Bone. Give a muthafucka more than Speedknots. And when he 
run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps. Y'all niggas ain't Mobsters, 'cause if 
it was the mob nigga, somebody would've been shot ya. But we can get the whole 
cru: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for niggas to hold 
on, to keep up. But I see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was claimin' it 
first, it's who's the realest [realest]. Do not enlist if you're not ready for 
war.

World War.

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13.

Krayzie, Fat Joe, Big Punisher, and Cuban Link:Thug Mentality 1999

Krayzie
Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? I'm tellin' you (Shit man, I can't
believe this shit man
The muthafuckers done killed him and y'all niggas know we got ride for this
nigga right here
On these ho-ass niggas) Yeah, I say we ride over there right now, nigga, what's
happenin'?
Nigga that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, nigga. Let's roll.
Krayzie
As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of Tanq. ease the pain/ As we put
to rest one of my
niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain't the same/ Niggas is
dangerous buckin' like it's
the thang to bust/ When I looked at my nigga fucked up I couldn't help thinkin'
this could have been
aimed for us/ Niggas do hate like that/ Nigga, you never know, he say a friend,
but I smell foe
I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a
big 4-4/ But what if
I fuck up and pull it to slow? You know what they say; Gotta go, gotta go/ What
if I be the one
breathin' no more? Oh, well/ When I die I want all my muthafuckers to ride for
me on the niggas
that did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ Gather up after the funeral
(Posse Up!) and pull out
all the big guns/ Go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ How in
the fuck
can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die? Some I'm beggin' my niggas to
get my revenge
And to do it the same night that they put me under/ Now I'm gone but this thug
shit gon' live on
Just write on my tombstone; He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone (He was that
Thuggish Ruggish Bone)
-Refrain-
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more...
(Nigga you never know when you gon' die. Say, never know when it could be you...

...that leave your house and don't come back. This shit is real, and oh so true)

Fat Joe
Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout
they all love
Ryan and Joey too/ You should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat,
tuxedo was royal blue
Murder who? Nigga I died in the car chase/ Shot the place like the last scene in
Scarface
Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ Terror Squad to the
day that died, What?
Big Punisher
I'm a thug, I'm a die high, O.D. off the la-la/ Niggas keep tellin' me get off
that weed/ Choke
I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ Nigga, fuck that/ I'm a keep hittin' that
{puffs} till my lung collapse
What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? Just a lil' bit, you know you down with
that/ It's all good
in your hood, havin' laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ Never thought I'd
see the inside of an
ambulance, but now I'm there/ Too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my
head
That's why when I die my eyes were bloodshot red
Cuban Link
Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; Flossin'/ Bitches
fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a
bigger portion/ My niggas talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while I'm lost
in space waitin' for
Satan and his horsemans/ Walkin' throu fire sparkin' my lighter, cloud the sky
up
Rising higher and higher/ Eye to eye with my messiah/ Viya con dios/ As I cross
the gates of Hell
I face the Devil with a shovel and told him; "Brace yourself"
Krayzie
Reporters steady ask; "Why K.B. talk about murder on all the songs?" I tell 'em;

"Cuz I can step out that door, somebody could pop, and I'm gone" Then, they
wanna know I pack
chrome/ For one, I'm paranoid; Smokin' to much of that weed/ What's that? I just
heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ Muthafuckers is plottin' to get me/ I know
when I'm dreamin'
this, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the
infrared beams and shit
So nigga don't trip/ Watch out! The reaper, He seem to be gettin' closer, so I'm
runnin' from that
muthafucker (y'all come on!) Swervin' and duckin' murder/ Pistol-grip pump/
Nigga protected by the
gauge/ Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face/ Reload the clip and into the crowd I
spray/ Murder, murder
Mo murder, murder/ Kill, kill, kill/ Shit it's sellin' but what they ain't
tellin' niggas is that it's real
But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ Better get your
ass a shotgun
And go get a plastic glock/ Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like
slittin' your own throat
But I can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes...
-Refrain-

Krayzie, Fat Joe, Big Punisher, and Cuban Link:Thug Mentality 1999

Krayzie 
Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? I'm tellin' you (Shit man, I can't 
believe this shit man 
The muthafuckers done killed him and y'all niggas know we got ride for this 
nigga right here 
On these ho-ass niggas) Yeah, I say we ride over there right now, nigga, what's 
happenin'? 
Nigga that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, nigga. Let's roll. 
Krayzie 
As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of Tanq. ease the pain/ As we put 
to rest one of my 
niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain't the same/ Niggas is 
dangerous buckin' like it's 
the thang to bust/ When I looked at my nigga fucked up I couldn't help thinkin' 
this could have been 
aimed for us/ Niggas do hate like that/ Nigga, you never know, he say a friend, 
but I smell foe 
I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a 
big 4-4/ But what if 
I fuck up and pull it to slow? You know what they say; Gotta go, gotta go/ What 
if I be the one 
breathin' no more? Oh, well/ When I die I want all my muthafuckers to ride for 
me on the niggas 
that did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ Gather up after the funeral 
(Posse Up!) and pull out 
all the big guns/ Go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ How in 
the fuck 
can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die? Some I'm beggin' my niggas to 
get my revenge 
And to do it the same night that they put me under/ Now I'm gone but this thug 
shit gon' live on 
Just write on my tombstone; He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone (He was that 
Thuggish Ruggish Bone) 
-Refrain- 
Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more... 
(Nigga you never know when you gon' die. Say, never know when it could be you...

...that leave your house and don't come back. This shit is real, and oh so true)

Fat Joe 
Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout 
they all love 
Ryan and Joey too/ You should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat, 
tuxedo was royal blue 
Murder who? Nigga I died in the car chase/ Shot the place like the last scene in 
Scarface 
Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ Terror Squad to the 
day that died, What? 
Big Punisher 
I'm a thug, I'm a die high, O.D. off the la-la/ Niggas keep tellin' me get off 
that weed/ Choke 
I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ Nigga, fuck that/ I'm a keep hittin' that 
{puffs} till my lung collapse 
What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? Just a lil' bit, you know you down with 
that/ It's all good 
in your hood, havin' laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ Never thought I'd 
see the inside of an 
ambulance, but now I'm there/ Too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my 
head 
That's why when I die my eyes were bloodshot red 
Cuban Link 
Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; Flossin'/ Bitches 
fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a 
bigger portion/ My niggas talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while I'm lost 
in space waitin' for 
Satan and his horsemans/ Walkin' throu fire sparkin' my lighter, cloud the sky 
up 
Rising higher and higher/ Eye to eye with my messiah/ Viya con dios/ As I cross 
the gates of Hell 
I face the Devil with a shovel and told him; "Brace yourself" 
Krayzie 
Reporters steady ask; "Why K.B. talk about murder on all the songs?" I tell 'em;

"Cuz I can step out that door, somebody could pop, and I'm gone" Then, they 
wanna know I pack 
chrome/ For one, I'm paranoid; Smokin' to much of that weed/ What's that? I just 
heard a noise 
Get the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ Muthafuckers is plottin' to get me/ I know 
when I'm dreamin' 
this, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the 
infrared beams and shit 
So nigga don't trip/ Watch out! The reaper, He seem to be gettin' closer, so I'm 
runnin' from that 
muthafucker (y'all come on!) Swervin' and duckin' murder/ Pistol-grip pump/ 
Nigga protected by the 
gauge/ Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face/ Reload the clip and into the crowd I 
spray/ Murder, murder 
Mo murder, murder/ Kill, kill, kill/ Shit it's sellin' but what they ain't 
tellin' niggas is that it's real 
But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ Better get your 
ass a shotgun 
And go get a plastic glock/ Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like 
slittin' your own throat 
But I can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes... 
-Refrain-

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15.

16.

17.

And it makes me see, every puff that I breath
Blowin herbs and leaves would ease the World (2x)
Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy don't it? (8x)

Verse 1:
We smokin budda...come again we smokin budda
me rollin with me pass the hoota to ya
me feelin that blunt so don't let that budda fool ya
puff on the hoota...come again puff on this hoota
sit back, relax and let the budda sooth ya
and when they ask who you can tell 'em Krayzie schooled ya
puff on the hoota, but first me gotta get with me friends
so Wish you light it up cuz I'm gonna spend all my ends
on the budda, come and get me shunnin a blunt my friend
so, you don't wanna go half? ok I'll put in the ends
on the budda budda
we rollin, smokin, chokin, pass it, toke it hand it back to ya
that budda

Bridge:
So high(Now how high can you go?)(6x)

Verse 2:
L.A. gotta get my connections, I been stressin on this airplane
I was just thinkin of crashin, now them sess gotta be relaxin'
smokin, chokin, rollin, glancin, but we won't spend no money
them sess gotta be lovely or we ain't fuckin' with ya
y'all give me that, don't want that, don't give me that want no stressin

no, we don't want that(not in cali-for-nay-a)
reefer really makes me happy, and it makes me see
every puff that I breath blowin herbs and leaves would ease that world
I done been to the other side, I seen London and Paris
niggas get fuckin bloody high, gotta go find mary-jane's
world-wide, so why, is it such a crime?
hey, everybody should be gettin high
so, Mr. weed man, you know we lookin for the trees with no seedsly
(Yeah, yeah) we got the cheesy, we need to know if you can show me,
the nigga with the weedy (but can he, can he, can he?)

18.

Kieght Rieduz(here We Come)

Krayzie Bone

19.

Try Me

Krayzie Bone

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999

Try me, if you feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

Load up your shit and get in the car (Come on, come on, come on.). Come down to
ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim
they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game. Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin'
anything, and tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. I'm tellin'
'em, "That's the wrong way!" Can't say you thuggin', then be fake--nigga, that's
the point I'm tryin' state in this case. But niggas ain't feelin' me, though. So
yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up. Heard you woofin'--yeah, we heard
em'--let us see them nuts. And then if he really jump, more power to you. But no
matter how it go, nigga we still gon' be bringin' it thug style to you--buckin'.
Boo-yah! Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it's
static, we gon' handle it however it come, and nigga, whoever it's from--sure
ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with. If they human, then they ain't shit we
can't control. And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigga ya die.
Never fear no man. No matter the size--the bigger, the harder they fall. Got
somethin' for all of y'all, especially cocky, 'cause TEC'll chop him up--now he
ain't half the man he thought he was. I bet these niggas think, "They rappin' so
they actin'." So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you,
exactly at you.

Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

Walk through my city: I see niggas watchin'--probably plottin', schemin' to rob
me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. I'm sorry, not me. I stay
alarmed and be alert. Whether you're goin' to play or work, make sure you got
you pistol first--be ready to burst. Hesitation could bring up a fucked up
situation like you leavin' in the body bag--zipped up, slip on that body tag. So
if you spot him--blast. Better him than you, huh? I'm tellin' you now that me
and my thugs can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk. So,
what's the bullshit? We got some shit you can't fuck with, and nigga that be
this muthafuckin' thug shit. We love this--probably gon' die because of it. Fuck
it! I ain't worried about dyin' right now, my money what's important. Hey, we
livin' to die anyway--no matter if it's now or later. You gon' rest in peace; it
don't get no greater. Kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go
pick up a rifle, time to fight for what we right for, see who really like war,
yeah. I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it. I can't afford to
roll with bustas, 'cause I'm really tryin' win it (I'm really tryin' to win
it.). We fightin' to be victorious (victorious). Witness the story of (story of)
this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior (warrior). If you hear any nigga
move--shoot. Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you. So soldier, pick up you
boots and move. Runnin' for cover, 'cause if they buck ya, it's over. Just like
I told ya, you can die soldier, you can die soldier.

Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999

Try me, if you feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed. 
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

Load up your shit and get in the car (Come on, come on, come on.). Come down to 
ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim 
they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game. Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin' 
anything, and tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. I'm tellin' 
'em, "That's the wrong way!" Can't say you thuggin', then be fake--nigga, that's 
the point I'm tryin' state in this case. But niggas ain't feelin' me, though. So 
yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up. Heard you woofin'--yeah, we heard 
em'--let us see them nuts. And then if he really jump, more power to you. But no 
matter how it go, nigga we still gon' be bringin' it thug style to you--buckin'. 
Boo-yah! Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it's 
static, we gon' handle it however it come, and nigga, whoever it's from--sure 
ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with. If they human, then they ain't shit we 
can't control. And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigga ya die. 
Never fear no man. No matter the size--the bigger, the harder they fall. Got 
somethin' for all of y'all, especially cocky, 'cause TEC'll chop him up--now he 
ain't half the man he thought he was. I bet these niggas think, "They rappin' so 
they actin'." So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you, 
exactly at you.

Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline. 
Try me, every action's guaranteed. 
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

Walk through my city: I see niggas watchin'--probably plottin', schemin' to rob 
me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. I'm sorry, not me. I stay 
alarmed and be alert. Whether you're goin' to play or work, make sure you got 
you pistol first--be ready to burst. Hesitation could bring up a fucked up 
situation like you leavin' in the body bag--zipped up, slip on that body tag. So 
if you spot him--blast. Better him than you, huh? I'm tellin' you now that me 
and my thugs can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk. So, 
what's the bullshit? We got some shit you can't fuck with, and nigga that be 
this muthafuckin' thug shit. We love this--probably gon' die because of it. Fuck 
it! I ain't worried about dyin' right now, my money what's important. Hey, we 
livin' to die anyway--no matter if it's now or later. You gon' rest in peace; it 
don't get no greater. Kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go 
pick up a rifle, time to fight for what we right for, see who really like war, 
yeah. I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it. I can't afford to 
roll with bustas, 'cause I'm really tryin' win it (I'm really tryin' to win 
it.). We fightin' to be victorious (victorious). Witness the story of (story of) 
this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior (warrior). If you hear any nigga 
move--shoot. Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you. So soldier, pick up you 
boots and move. Runnin' for cover, 'cause if they buck ya, it's over. Just like 
I told ya, you can die soldier, you can die soldier.

Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
(Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed. 
(Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.)

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21.

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999

(Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced
gunfire. Utterance of pain.)

Pump your fists if you're with me.
Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah!
Pump your fists up if you're with me.
Let us be victorious, be victorious.
Move out. Hut one, yeah.
Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut.
Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior.
Listen to the story of . . .

The world war has begun. We gettin' ready to fight, and if you ain't ready to
die then don't be comin' outside. Spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty
ammunition. The mission's complete, and nigga, I've been waitin' for this.
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period. Figured you got niggas with
attitude behind the trigger. Steady, we pumpin' our fists in black fatigues. We
don't surrender. You wanna deal with us, get rid of us, split us? Come and get
us, and when you come get us, remember bitch you gots to kill us. And you can
surely believe that I, I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight. Crooked
coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere, 'cause we won't get the mark of the beast,
no (Not me.). Stay silent warriors. Silent warriors.

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of
. . . If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you
can be killed.

Better get ready for combat. When we aim to bomb back, we usually contact.
Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. Crawl back, you muthafuckas, I
repeat--retreat. With plenty heat, you'll be defeated. Aw, that bloody murda
murda, baby. Silent situation is always the perfect assassination. Now, to the
graveyard, nigga where your brave heart? You play hard, now it's time for me to
break march, and take charge. We journey to the killin' fields, where the murda
and the shit is real. Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, comin' forth
to carry me home, me home.

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of
. . .
If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be
killed.

KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999

(Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced 
gunfire. Utterance of pain.)

Pump your fists if you're with me. 
Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah!
Pump your fists up if you're with me.
Let us be victorious, be victorious.
Move out. Hut one, yeah. 
Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut.
Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior.
Listen to the story of . . .

The world war has begun. We gettin' ready to fight, and if you ain't ready to 
die then don't be comin' outside. Spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty 
ammunition. The mission's complete, and nigga, I've been waitin' for this. 
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period. Figured you got niggas with 
attitude behind the trigger. Steady, we pumpin' our fists in black fatigues. We 
don't surrender. You wanna deal with us, get rid of us, split us? Come and get 
us, and when you come get us, remember bitch you gots to kill us. And you can 
surely believe that I, I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight. Crooked 
coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere, 'cause we won't get the mark of the beast, 
no (Not me.). Stay silent warriors. Silent warriors.

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of 
. . . If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you 
can be killed.

Better get ready for combat. When we aim to bomb back, we usually contact. 
Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. Crawl back, you muthafuckas, I 
repeat--retreat. With plenty heat, you'll be defeated. Aw, that bloody murda 
murda, baby. Silent situation is always the perfect assassination. Now, to the 
graveyard, nigga where your brave heart? You play hard, now it's time for me to 
break march, and take charge. We journey to the killin' fields, where the murda 
and the shit is real. Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, comin' forth 
to carry me home, me home.

Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of 
. . .
If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be 
killed.

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Shoot The Club Up

Krayzie Bone

Krayzie Bone:Thug Mentality 1999

Intro
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
-Refrain-
So if these muthafuckers want to see your nuts, show your nuts/ Let the slugs
bust, shoot the club up
(These niggas scandalous, scandalous/ Good thing we packin, packin)
Krayzie
Tonight, we goin' out to the club/ We about ten-deep/ Everybody looked thugged
out, fucked up
Park the car, smoke a lil' more/ We drink a little more/ Niggas, somehow we get
the mentality;
Fuck everybody/ We come here to party, but I know somebody gon' try me-n-keep my
temperature
uprisin'/ Anyway nigga, we straight to the V.I.P/ Excuse me, we need some
hennessey/ While my
niggas is rollin' the sticky/ Puff-puff-pass it-pass it back quickly/ That's
when I heard the record skip
(They fightin') Security sprayed they mase/ Thru all the commotion some nigga
jumped right out the car
Ran up in my face/ Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him
Took his ass to the floor/ Now here comes some more/ Now we got a war goin' on
Tryin' to get back out the door/ And we got our backs against the wall/ Naw, We
don't plan to fall
Y'all, cuz we did not get searched/ We all got pistols in our drawers
-Refrain-
Krayzie
We heard a shot, Shit! Them niggas, my niggas we dropped down to the pavement
Bass from the D.J. went blank/ Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the fuck up out
this place/ I pulled out my gun
Like Double-0-7; rolled under the table/ Unload, reload/ Every muthafucker in
the club folded up
on the floor/ Niggas was rootin', tootin', shootin'/ Security been ran up out
the club/ Hardly anybody
left but thugs, we drunk as fuck; finna shoot this muthafucker up/ Niggas was
runnin' up
on us like they been waitin' for this shit to happen (What's happenin'?) For me
to get caught in a club riot
But my thugs tight/ And I can't believe this shit; nigga caught up in the middle
of a warzone
(The warzone) but nigga if you know a Bone then you know that we get down with
the dirty with
the chrome; never leave it home/ Put it to your dome and I let it go/ Can't let
these niggas run up
on me/ They bitches/ I put another clip in/ Unload some more; keep spittin'/ I
never can understand
If security's got the door then why so many niggas in here got guns? And I can
testify that cuz
I just shot one/ Good thing, nigga packed that vest and my weapon (weapon)
Cuz I'd sure take a strippin' if a nigga caught me slippin' without no
protection
-Refrain-

Krayzie Bone:Thug Mentality 1999

Intro 
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! 
-Refrain- 
So if these muthafuckers want to see your nuts, show your nuts/ Let the slugs 
bust, shoot the club up 
(These niggas scandalous, scandalous/ Good thing we packin, packin) 
Krayzie 
Tonight, we goin' out to the club/ We about ten-deep/ Everybody looked thugged 
out, fucked up 
Park the car, smoke a lil' more/ We drink a little more/ Niggas, somehow we get 
the mentality; 
Fuck everybody/ We come here to party, but I know somebody gon' try me-n-keep my 
temperature 
uprisin'/ Anyway nigga, we straight to the V.I.P/ Excuse me, we need some 
hennessey/ While my 
niggas is rollin' the sticky/ Puff-puff-pass it-pass it back quickly/ That's 
when I heard the record skip 
(They fightin') Security sprayed they mase/ Thru all the commotion some nigga 
jumped right out the car 
Ran up in my face/ Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him 
Took his ass to the floor/ Now here comes some more/ Now we got a war goin' on 
Tryin' to get back out the door/ And we got our backs against the wall/ Naw, We 
don't plan to fall 
Y'all, cuz we did not get searched/ We all got pistols in our drawers 
-Refrain- 
Krayzie 
We heard a shot, Shit! Them niggas, my niggas we dropped down to the pavement 
Bass from the D.J. went blank/ Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the fuck up out 
this place/ I pulled out my gun 
Like Double-0-7; rolled under the table/ Unload, reload/ Every muthafucker in 
the club folded up 
on the floor/ Niggas was rootin', tootin', shootin'/ Security been ran up out 
the club/ Hardly anybody 
left but thugs, we drunk as fuck; finna shoot this muthafucker up/ Niggas was 
runnin' up 
on us like they been waitin' for this shit to happen (What's happenin'?) For me 
to get caught in a club riot 
But my thugs tight/ And I can't believe this shit; nigga caught up in the middle 
of a warzone 
(The warzone) but nigga if you know a Bone then you know that we get down with 
the dirty with 
the chrome; never leave it home/ Put it to your dome and I let it go/ Can't let 
these niggas run up 
on me/ They bitches/ I put another clip in/ Unload some more; keep spittin'/ I 
never can understand 
If security's got the door then why so many niggas in here got guns? And I can 
testify that cuz 
I just shot one/ Good thing, nigga packed that vest and my weapon (weapon) 
Cuz I'd sure take a strippin' if a nigga caught me slippin' without no 
protection 
-Refrain-

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23.

Silence

Krayzie Bone

(feat. Graveyard Shift)

(Intro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are

(Verse 1-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Formulate a different tactic, let's sing anthems
No sterotypical categorizing, rising above all make shift realities
Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men
They cough as lungs inhale, exhale poisonous gases
Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself in good help
Done played out the wickedest hand man has ever dealt
I felt like dying just the other day cuz Satan was trying
Walking too close by my side
Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose
No crying, where's my blood?
You'll find out soon enough
Alright I'll ride, in due time we'll get our chance to die
Hold on to my mind
No use for guns or drugs, need mo' love
But yet and still, slugs get fired off constantly
Immorally, destroying my holy oracle
But I just ignore it though
Keep a steady pace just movin slow...slow, just movin slow

(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence...silence...silence...silence

(Verse 2-Krayzie Bone)
As I sit in my livin room, chillin in my thug mood
I begin to hear noises comin from the other room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window
Is it paranoia from the indo?
Then goes a thought, then another thought
Run and get the pump, 'who goes there?
What the fuck you want?'
Cuz I'm gone off that blunt and I will buck a motha fucka down
You on my grounds
Hope they got enough of the rounds
All of a sudden I heard a crash
My first instinct was to blast, but the Mauseburg didn't last
So I had to dash, ran upstairs I was franic in panic
But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop
I was runnin, but I could hear the souljah's comin
I don't they must think I have some money
AK-47 and a Mack-11
Jettin to the bedroom locked myself in, the clip is in
Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob
They fit to slip on the job, soon as they twist on the knob
Just like I figured when they twisted it, the AK-47 was hot
I had to drop it but I emptied it
The Mack-11 would hit, hit the niggaz up from head to toe
Had to escape and I was out the window
Here I do, I hit the ground, uhh
Then I looked around, shook the fall
Hopped in the Benz and hauled
Callin my niggaz let's get ready for war
I think I killed 'em all but I know that they'll be sendin some more
So when they come back around, I say we show 'em rappin don't mean a thang
And this is a gun, and this is a grave
Rest in peace you're not feelin me
Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate thiiis.....

(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence...silence...silence...silence

(Verse 3-Tombstone of Graveyard Shift)
Fight, movin in the night
Daylight, takin slow paces might outrun the race
Never wanna rely on murda, enter my life
But life's so strange and hectic all backwards and shelled
The killin factor in jail
The streets is hell, you can tell by the smell
Off with his head oh well
You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the same
It's a shame how they watch you, stalk you
Pinnin every step I make, Knowin every breath I take
Makin it easy for the next man to get his hands on a .38
They be buckin on niggaz in these last days
But thanks for the fun
Can't stay focused, causin ruckus
The devil done play with the Earth like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit
That's why silence is necessary don't tell 'em who you are by far
Don't you tell them...who you are

(Outro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are

(feat. Graveyard Shift)

(Intro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are

(Verse 1-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Formulate a different tactic, let's sing anthems
No sterotypical categorizing, rising above all make shift realities
Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men
They cough as lungs inhale, exhale poisonous gases
Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself in good help
Done played out the wickedest hand man has ever dealt
I felt like dying just the other day cuz Satan was trying
Walking too close by my side
Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose
No crying, where's my blood?
You'll find out soon enough
Alright I'll ride, in due time we'll get our chance to die
Hold on to my mind
No use for guns or drugs, need mo' love
But yet and still, slugs get fired off constantly
Immorally, destroying my holy oracle
But I just ignore it though
Keep a steady pace just movin slow...slow, just movin slow

(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence...silence...silence...silence

(Verse 2-Krayzie Bone)
As I sit in my livin room, chillin in my thug mood
I begin to hear noises comin from the other room
So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window
Is it paranoia from the indo?
Then goes a thought, then another thought
Run and get the pump, 'who goes there?
What the fuck you want?'
Cuz I'm gone off that blunt and I will buck a motha fucka down
You on my grounds
Hope they got enough of the rounds
All of a sudden I heard a crash
My first instinct was to blast, but the Mauseburg didn't last
So I had to dash, ran upstairs I was franic in panic
But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop
I was runnin, but I could hear the souljah's comin
I don't they must think I have some money
AK-47 and a Mack-11
Jettin to the bedroom locked myself in, the clip is in
Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob
They fit to slip on the job, soon as they twist on the knob
Just like I figured when they twisted it, the AK-47 was hot
I had to drop it but I emptied it
The Mack-11 would hit, hit the niggaz up from head to toe
Had to escape and I was out the window
Here I do, I hit the ground, uhh
Then I looked around, shook the fall
Hopped in the Benz and hauled
Callin my niggaz let's get ready for war
I think I killed 'em all but I know that they'll be sendin some more
So when they come back around, I say we show 'em rappin don't mean a thang
And this is a gun, and this is a grave
Rest in peace you're not feelin me
Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate thiiis.....

(Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence...silence...silence...silence

(Verse 3-Tombstone of Graveyard Shift)
Fight, movin in the night
Daylight, takin slow paces might outrun the race
Never wanna rely on murda, enter my life
But life's so strange and hectic all backwards and shelled
The killin factor in jail
The streets is hell, you can tell by the smell
Off with his head oh well
You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the same
It's a shame how they watch you, stalk you
Pinnin every step I make, Knowin every breath I take
Makin it easy for the next man to get his hands on a .38
They be buckin on niggaz in these last days
But thanks for the fun
Can't stay focused, causin ruckus
The devil done play with the Earth like a puppet
Now we all in fucked shit
That's why silence is necessary don't tell 'em who you are by far
Don't you tell them...who you are

(Outro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift)
Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are

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25.

(feat. Mariah Carey)

[Mariah (Krayzie) - 2X]
No matter what baby
(Don't matter)
No matter what people say
(Don't matter what they say)
I'm gonna believe we can still be together

(Mariah)
Baby, I still believe and it's more than my imagination
It's so real, I know we're gonna be together
(I'm gonna believe we can still be together)
Baby I...

(Krayzie)
If you still believe (if you believe)
Then you will find everything you're searching for, maybe more

(Mariah)
But, boy you seem to be lost in uncertainty
But when you wake up
You will know you never should have let it go

(Krayzie)
Believe me, the feelin' has always been sure
I just wans't too certain that yours were legitimate
Genuine really the Real McCoy

(Mariah)
And after all this time you look into my eyes
And everything is still the same my love for you won't fade away

(Chorus)
Baby, I still believe, and it's more than my imagination
It's so real, I know we gonna be together
Baby I had a dream, and it's more than my imagination
Because I still believe we belong together

(Krayzie)
I'm still a believer of this
So stop just listen and look into my eyes
I want you to visualize and realize
And see that It'd never been to easy being Krayzie Bone
Temptation me blattin' with the persuasion rattlin' in my brain
Won't go insane
I figure that's why they be callin' me Krayzie cause I still maintain
But we gotta struggle through all them hard times
But I gotta tell ya peace and happiness is hard to find
Come on!
We can get together
And I won't try to make excuses and reasons
But these demons got me seein' things that's really misleadin' me
But maybe that's just my life
And maybe I'm just a thug
Cold hearted, but I can feel the love
Just keep the faith and don't brake it
Shake all them faker and haters
And ask me the " Will we make it?"
I'll say "Yeah, uh-uh"
You got to believe it
Ya got to believe it

(Chorus)
Baby, I still believe
(Don't matter, don't matter what they say)
And it's more than my imagination
It's so real, I know we're gonna be together
(You, you know, you know)
Baby I had a dream, and it's more than me imagination
(Baby I believe)
Because I still believe we belong together
(I still believe)

(Mariah)
If you wanna view paradise
Think about our lovin' baby
Nothin' could be closer to it
If we don't believe, we'll lose it

(Krayzie)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
If you can still believe I can take you there
Come on and get down with the thug love that's in the air
It ain't no reason, reason to stop believin', -lievin'
Stay real and I'm a stay real right back
You know what I'm gettin' at
You the song gotta get control, and roll, roll, roll on
I still believe in keepin' it real enought to achieve it
I still believe simply just 'cause I still believe it
I believe it

(Chorus)x2
Baby, I still believe, and it's more than my imagination
It's so real, I know we gonna be together
Baby I had a dream, and it's more than my imagination
Because I still believe we belong together

(Krayzie)
No matter what baby
(Don't matter what...)
No matter what people say
(Don't matter what they say...)
I'm gonna believe we can still be together
Baby I...

(feat. Mariah Carey)

[Mariah (Krayzie) - 2X]
No matter what baby
(Don't matter)
No matter what people say
(Don't matter what they say)
I'm gonna believe we can still be together

(Mariah)
Baby, I still believe and it's more than my imagination
It's so real, I know we're gonna be together
(I'm gonna believe we can still be together)
Baby I...

(Krayzie)
If you still believe (if you believe)
Then you will find everything you're searching for, maybe more

(Mariah)
But, boy you seem to be lost in uncertainty
But when you wake up
You will know you never should have let it go

(Krayzie)
Believe me, the feelin' has always been sure
I just wans't too certain that yours were legitimate
Genuine really the Real McCoy

(Mariah)
And after all this time you look into my eyes
And everything is still the same my love for you won't fade away

(Chorus)
Baby, I still believe, and it's more than my imagination
It's so real, I know we gonna be together
Baby I had a dream, and it's more than my imagination
Because I still believe we belong together

(Krayzie)
I'm still a believer of this
So stop just listen and look into my eyes
I want you to visualize and realize
And see that It'd never been to easy being Krayzie Bone
Temptation me blattin' with the persuasion rattlin' in my brain
Won't go insane
I figure that's why they be callin' me Krayzie cause I still maintain
But we gotta struggle through all them hard times
But I gotta tell ya peace and happiness is hard to find
Come on!
We can get together
And I won't try to make excuses and reasons
But these demons got me seein' things that's really misleadin' me
But maybe that's just my life
And maybe I'm just a thug
Cold hearted, but I can feel the love
Just keep the faith and don't brake it
Shake all them faker and haters
And ask me the " Will we make it?"
I'll say "Yeah, uh-uh"
You got to believe it
Ya got to believe it

(Chorus)
Baby, I still believe
(Don't matter, don't matter what they say)
And it's more  than my imagination
It's so real, I know we're gonna be together
(You, you know, you know)
Baby I had a dream, and it's more than me imagination
(Baby I believe)
Because I still believe we belong together
(I still believe)

(Mariah)
If you wanna view paradise
Think about our lovin' baby
Nothin' could be closer to it
If we don't believe, we'll lose it

(Krayzie)
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on
If you can still believe I can take you there
Come on and get down with the thug love that's in the air
It ain't no reason, reason to stop believin', -lievin'
Stay real and I'm a stay real right back
You know what I'm gettin' at
You the song gotta get control, and roll, roll, roll on
I still believe in keepin' it real enought to achieve it
I still  believe simply just 'cause I still believe it
I believe it

(Chorus)x2
Baby, I still believe, and it's more than my imagination
It's so real, I know we gonna be together
Baby I had a dream, and it's more than my imagination
Because I still believe we belong together

(Krayzie)
No matter what baby
(Don't matter what...)
No matter what people say
(Don't matter what they say...)
I'm gonna believe we can still be together
Baby I...

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26.

We Starvin

Krayzie Bone

[E-40]
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
And Gangsta Boo, what

[Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction

(Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo)
We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got, just a little time left (little time left)
If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we 'gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this, unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)

[E-40]
You're lookin' at livin' proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
Bad case of strep throat
Mama's think she got arthiritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
They say it's airborne
We ain't got no street lights they all broken
Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
Everyday it's a funeral
He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back
All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
He took the bullet for me
I'm the one that really robbed the place
Though I've been tryna to paper chase

Chorus

[Gansgta Boo]
I done grew up in the game baby
Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame baby
I'm still the same baby
Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses
I'm the bomb at the party
Always askin' "Where are the dollars?"
Now Iknow you hate me
Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
I'm with whatever they pay me
Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck
I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck

Chorus

[Krayzie Bone]
I made it, and I know it's almost over
Call in the soldiers
Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya
Enemies position at all times
Where they at, and how much power they hold
And how many soldiers they got down to roll
But in the meantime,
You make your money, even if you strike it rich
You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper
These days only ways that pays can save you
Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
And grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bag
I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop and take it as a loss, and chalk it
Now you can take your life and keep on walkin' (just keep on walkin)
Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal
I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the hood up on the the block
Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door
This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die
And anyway you go we won't make it
No way, to shake, fake it
Better take advantage of ya life while you can
Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight
The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right

Chorus

[E-40]
That's real
Ya undersmell me
Suckers do what they can
Players do what they want, dig it?
Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk
Yeah face it
Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo
Fuckin' they nose like this
That's how we fuckin' they nose up
Dig it nigga?
Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (paper route)
You undersmell me? We starvin'
You undersmell me nigga?
Don't let the mobbers control you
Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga

[E-40]
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie
And Gangsta Boo, what

[Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo]
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(Satisfaction)
It's the endin' of the world
And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction
(We can't get no)
It's the endin' of the world
Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction

(Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo)
We starvin' as we chase the paper
Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha
Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese
We got, just a little time left (little time left)
If I'm not mistaken the year is '99
But we don't really know when we 'gone die
But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive
On this, unmerciful wicked planet
If you can't pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish)

[E-40]
You're lookin' at livin' proof
Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof
Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage
Bad case of strep throat
Mama's think she got arthiritis
My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn
They say it's airborne
We ain't got no street lights they all broken
Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland
Everyday it's a funeral
He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back
All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants
They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac
And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge
Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends
He took the bullet for me
I'm the one that really robbed the place
Though I've been tryna to paper chase

Chorus

[Gansgta Boo]
I done grew up in the game baby
Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame baby
I'm still the same baby
Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses
I'm the bomb at the party
Always askin' "Where are the dollars?"
Now Iknow you hate me
Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby
I'm with whatever they pay me
Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck
I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck

Chorus

[Krayzie Bone]
I made it, and I know it's almost over
Call in the soldiers
Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya
Enemies position at all times
Where they at, and how much power they hold
And how many soldiers they got down to roll
But in the meantime,
You make your money, even if you strike it rich
You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper
These days only ways that pays can save you
Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash
Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face
And grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bag
I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop and take it as a loss, and chalk it
Now you can take your life and keep on walkin' (just keep on walkin)
Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal
I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real
For niggas in the hood up on the the block
Let 'em know they understood
Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war
So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door
This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die
And anyway you go we won't make it
No way, to shake, fake it
Better take advantage of ya life while you can
Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money
I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight
The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right

Chorus

[E-40]
That's real
Ya undersmell me
Suckers do what they can
Players do what they want, dig it?
Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk
Yeah face it
Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo
Fuckin' they nose like this
That's how we fuckin' they nose up
Dig it nigga?
Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (paper route)
You undersmell me? We starvin'
You undersmell me nigga?
Don't let the mobbers control you
Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga

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27.

28.

(feat. Thug Queen)

(Chorus 1: repeat 4X)
I got the power, power, power!
Power to the people
We the people got the power, let's ride

(Krayzie)
A nigga be humble, but I'm down for mine
Don't give me no static and you and I can be fine
I may be quiet
Believe me I get violent
You ready for war?
Then grab your shit and come up
It's already jumpin' so we can just join in the start buckin'
Fuck the police now let that be the reason
You meet the heater 9-milli cease the breathin'
The glock shot the cop body rott
Fuck 'em!
Grab this shotgun and cuff 'em
And dump his shit in the river and let it splash
Do the shit smooth boy, don't ever slip ,move
But don't nobody know, but I know that nigga fish food
So if you ready for the po po to die
Then put one hand in the air, the other hand on your nine
And say "Yeah, yeah"
Get you pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...
Now let me hear you say "Yeah, hell yeah"
Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...

(Thug Queen)
God is so passionate and hear the cries of the needy (needy)
Devil is greedy (greedy)
The get ya high (so high)
Before they feed you (feed ya)
Power to the people that wanted to beat you and mistreat you
And at the same time have a smile when they greet you (greet ya)
Could never be equal we are revelation angels (angels)
Change, 'cause no matter how hard you try you can't erase us or replace us
(Erase us or replace us)
Keep your eyes posted high to the sky
It's your life
The fragile prize for movin' the black lives
I'll rise and fall because of god
The tune is playin'
Black women and black men it's not to late late to repent you sins (sins)

(Chorus 2)
You better stop, duck down (down, down)
(Pay attention, listen)
What's that sound?
AK-47 nigga so you better hit the ground
You better, you better stop, duck down, down, down
(Pay attention, listen)
AK-47 nigga so you better hit the ground!

(Krayzie)
I think I got the power that can take over the world, you see?
Look, I'm tryin' to live forever with this destiny
Man, I'm tryin' to start some shit
A nigga deep into this army shit
And if you feel it, you can march with this
We got a million thugs, strong stompin'
I'm ready to pump, pump, pump. pump
And dump the enemies in the trunk, fuck 'em!
Hey, I heard they got plan to try to kill us all
Niggas get the mark of the beast, disturbin' the peace
But at least we know they doin' dirty
I'ma keep a thirty-thirty close so don't worry
We get with the static in a hurry

(Chorus - repeat 4X)
I go the power, power, power!
Power to the people
We the people got the power, lets ride

(Krayzie)
What, what, what would you do, would you do
Would you do if the end of the world came and it was real (real)
And to know that you'll be dyin' soon (soon, soon)
Armageddon's coming for you and for me
Can't you see?(see?)
(x2)
Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...
You can get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
Go ahead and get your pump, pump, pump, pump...
(x4)
Power, power
People got the power
We the people got the power, let's ride
Come on

(feat. Thug Queen)

(Chorus 1: repeat 4X)
I got the power, power, power!
Power to the people
We the people got the power, let's ride

(Krayzie)
A nigga be humble, but I'm down for mine
Don't give me no static and you and I can be fine
I may be quiet
Believe me I get violent
You ready for war?
Then grab your shit and come up
It's already jumpin'  so we can just join in the start buckin'
Fuck the police now let that be the reason
You meet the heater 9-milli cease the breathin'
The glock shot the cop body rott
Fuck 'em!
Grab this shotgun and cuff 'em
And dump his shit in the river and let it splash
Do the shit smooth boy, don't ever slip ,move
But don't nobody know, but I know that nigga fish food
So if you ready for the po po to die
Then put one hand in the air, the other hand on your nine
And say "Yeah, yeah"
Get you pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...
Now let me hear you say "Yeah, hell yeah"
Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...

(Thug Queen)
God is so passionate and hear the cries of the needy (needy)
Devil is greedy (greedy)
The get ya high (so high)
Before they feed you (feed ya)
Power to the people that wanted to beat you and mistreat you
And at the same time have a smile when they greet you (greet ya)
Could never be equal we are revelation angels (angels)
Change, 'cause no matter how hard you try you can't erase us or replace us
(Erase us or replace us)
Keep your eyes posted high to the sky
It's your life
The fragile prize for movin' the black lives
I'll rise and fall because of god
The tune is playin'
Black women and black men it's not to late late to repent you sins (sins)

(Chorus 2)
You better stop, duck down (down, down)
(Pay attention, listen)
What's that sound?
AK-47 nigga so you better hit the ground
You better, you better stop, duck down, down, down
(Pay attention, listen)
AK-47 nigga so you better hit the ground!

(Krayzie)
I think I got the power that can take over the world, you see?
Look, I'm tryin' to live forever with this destiny
Man, I'm tryin' to start some shit
A nigga deep into this army shit
And if you feel it, you can march with this  
We got a million thugs, strong stompin'
I'm ready to pump, pump, pump. pump
And dump the enemies in the trunk, fuck 'em!
Hey, I heard they got plan to try to kill us all
Niggas get the mark of the beast, disturbin' the peace
But at least we know they doin' dirty
I'ma keep a thirty-thirty close so don't worry
We get with the static in a hurry

(Chorus - repeat 4X)
I go the power, power, power!
Power to the people
We the people got the power, lets ride

(Krayzie)
What, what, what would you do, would you do
Would you do if the end of the world came and it was real (real)
And to know that you'll be dyin' soon (soon, soon)
Armageddon's coming  for you and for me
Can't you see?(see?)
(x2)
Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump...
You can get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
Go ahead and get your pump, pump, pump, pump...
(x4)
Power, power
People got the power
We the people got the power, let's ride
Come on

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29.

30.

31.

Krayzie:
Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill
'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill
'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo,
murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die,
die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die.

Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya.
Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin'
that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran
with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in
the river. So many, better serve ?m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters,
they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's
keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my
dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the
fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin'
with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead
wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the
playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.

Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim
my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my
thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my
thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My
thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.

Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore
up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [?in?yin? flip up my mind.
Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're
deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you
[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot
'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while
they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break.
Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way.
Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to
pull the trigger on a nigga, but i? really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy,
pop, steady murder them po-po now.

High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run].
Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my
shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run
[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun
[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul,
and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.
You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.,BR> Murder, mo
murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.

We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition.
Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the
tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row
dawg, the clique.

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr.
Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder,
murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo
murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo,
mo, mo, mo?

Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin',
tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put
'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a
coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll....] Rollin' with the
St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the
St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St.
Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair
way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.

Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya. 
Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin' 
that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran 
with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in 
the river. So many, better serve ?m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters, 
they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's 
keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my 
dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the 
fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin' 
with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead 
wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the 
playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber.

Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim 
my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my 
thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my 
thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My 
thang, my thang. My thang, my thang.

Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore 
up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [?in?yin? flip up my mind. 
Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're 
deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you 
[you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot 
'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while 
they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break. 
Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way. 
Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to 
pull the trigger on a nigga, but i? really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy, 
pop, steady murder them po-po now.

High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run]. 
Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my 
shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run 
[run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun 
[my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul, 
and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'. 
You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'.

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.,BR> Murder, mo 
murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.

We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition. 
Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the 
tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row 
dawg, the clique.

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr. 
Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder, 
murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo 
murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo, 
mo, mo, mo?

Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', 
tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 
'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a 
coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll....] Rollin' with the 
St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the 
St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. 
Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair 
way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay.

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32.

Revolution

Krayzie Bone

(feat. the Marley Brothers)

Within 2000 years Christ shall return
And when I return I goin' to be king of kings
This one, this one, this one, this one

(Krayzie - 2X)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, my soldier ride

(Chorus)
Revolution in my heart
Oh, they tearin' us apart
We been wastin' so much time
Revolution on my mind
Everyday problems in the world they maximize
Now tell me how much blood must be shed
Oh realize things and times get drastic
A revolution is the only way
Stop this eternal warfare
Yeah, uhhhh
This one is for the revolution
Roll in a bomb, drop cry
This one is for the revolution
Soldier all positions

(Krayzie)
Wanna talk about revolution?
Should we talk about a revolution, a revolution?
Come on I think it's time, it's already 1999
This is real, we ready for revolution
We sick and we tired, we ready tonight
And we gon' ride, ride, ride, with the warriors
We makin' a push on Babylon the great better hurry up
We doin' it like that combat on contact so the police get bombed
That gunpowder from my gun got my palms black
As we run and we hit up the rest and we chase the police
We done flipped the script, and startin' a riot
We set 'em to fire, to flames, we heat and we hot
Cussin' while they flossin' shots
Marchin' double barrels barkin'
Mark the target ain't for talkin'
Squashin' every enemy walkin' and bomb 'em
We need to suit up in boots
Recruit us some troops to start mashin'
I'm packin' my sawed off and I'm called off, I'm called off

(Chorus)
Revolution in my mind
We been wastin' so much time
Revolution in my heart
The been tearin' us apart
Everyday problems in the world they maximize
And tell me how much blood must be shed
Oh realize things and times get drastic
A revolution is the only way
Stop this eternal eternal warfare
Yeah
This one is for the revolution
Soldier, all positions
This one is for the revolution
Green Beret cover formation
This one is for the revolution
Roll in a bomb, drop cry
I'll bomb down that institution

(Krayzie - 3X)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, my soldiers ride

(feat. the Marley Brothers)

Within 2000 years Christ shall return
And when I return I goin' to be king of kings
This one, this one, this one, this one

(Krayzie - 2X)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, my soldier ride

(Chorus)
Revolution in my heart
Oh, they tearin' us apart
We been wastin' so much time
Revolution on my mind
Everyday problems in the world they maximize
Now tell me how much blood must be shed
Oh realize things and times get drastic
A revolution is the only way
Stop this  eternal warfare
Yeah, uhhhh
This one is for the revolution
Roll in a bomb, drop cry
This one is for the revolution
Soldier all positions

(Krayzie)
Wanna talk about revolution?
Should we talk about a revolution, a revolution?
Come on I think it's time, it's already 1999
This is real, we ready for revolution
We sick and we tired, we ready tonight
And we gon' ride, ride, ride, with the warriors
We makin' a push on Babylon the great better hurry up
We doin' it like that combat on contact so the police get bombed
That gunpowder from my gun got my palms black
As we run and we hit up the rest and we chase the police
We done flipped the script, and startin' a riot
We set 'em to fire, to flames, we heat and we hot
Cussin' while they flossin' shots
Marchin' double barrels barkin'
Mark the target ain't for talkin'
Squashin' every enemy walkin' and bomb 'em
We need to suit up in boots
Recruit us some troops to start mashin'
I'm packin' my sawed off and I'm called off, I'm called off

(Chorus)
Revolution in my mind
We been wastin' so much time
Revolution in my heart
The been tearin' us apart
Everyday problems in the world they maximize
And tell me how much blood must be shed
Oh realize things and times get drastic
A revolution is the only way
Stop this eternal eternal warfare
Yeah
This one is for the revolution
Soldier, all positions
This one is for the revolution
Green Beret cover formation
This one is for the revolution
Roll in a bomb, drop cry
I'll bomb down that institution

(Krayzie - 3X)
Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, my soldiers ride

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Krayzie Bone - Thug Mentality 1999 (1999) by Krayzie Bone (보컬) on maniadb.com

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TALK

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