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(Krayzie - repeat 4x) I'ts Krayzie Bone (Krayzie, Krayzie, Krayzie) (Chorus) Homie, y'all don't know me (know me) Mighta heard my name (my name) Ain't nobody feelin hold me ( hold me) Not in this game (not in this game) Homie, y'all don't know me (know me) Mighta heard my name (my name) But ain't nobody goin to hold me(hold me) Especially in this game (Verse 1: Krayzie) Excuse me, but do you know me? You've seen me on TV and in the video Got caught up in Crossroads forgot that we was criminals That's right, we them same niggaz to come up from nothin To what up with them figures? Nigga, my album got better thangs And people changed when I got in the game Niggaz call me I don't even know how you know my name? How the fuck you get my number? What the fuck is going on? Then I got these haters leavin threats on my phone They messages be records that they made just for me I'm not on that don't give a fuck if you rap faster than me But when it come to being the realest niggaz that ever did it You know Bone Thugs gonna be contendin for that position Listen, if y'all niggaz wanna trip with us, bomb ya fall witcha dick in the dust Get up, what up? Thought ya had me figured out you didn't Remember next time, that last time that nigga wasn't bullshittin (Chorus) (Verse 2: Krayzie) Homie, y'all don't know me Y'all mighta heard my name once or twice Don't start none (drama), won't be none (drama) Cause however they want it, they can come get it believe I got it Can't be faded keep thinkin Krayzie ain't really crazy Haters, that pressin me to make me show this lately Afraid that they mistaken that they thinkin Kray ain't hip, hip, hip To those who pose as friends But are phony before they can infiltrate but can't immitate us for long They better not come talkin no shit cause I'm servin 'em some And fuck whatcha heard, believe whatcha see please Dap is cheap, dramatical action speaks Did you hear it, hear it? I know ya feel it, feel it the twelve gauge eruption (Chorus) (Verse 3: Krayzie) We got a game full of clones that can't hold they own So they be fast to bite Nigga don't like Bone, then why the fuck you rappin like me bastard You know you like it, nigga'z funny Be bobbin they head to my music, but when they see me they mean muggin Keep lookin ugly, niggaz but jut don't jump Cause I'm a nervous nigga, and I'll buck, buck, buck Thug haters they get me violent Cops make me riot You bitches make me sick and tired, sin keeps me wide up And I needs to be high, just for fuckin with y'all And I dedicate this one to all them bustas I knew would fall Had to get rid of the dead weight that was holdin me down (holdin me down) The Thugline officials and it's goin down (down) So wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up dawg No need, don't even try to fade us, y'all Who the nigga in the halls, big balls? That's Sawed Off Slim Don't try to get with him cause playa, playa (Chorus 'til fade) |
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[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?) Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat Ain't no debate be (?) publicly Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially Ride with my team, the Thugline regime Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us? Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me On my pager to beep me And I sense they negative energy Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos Sweaty in this humidity, high My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on [Chorus] All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [Verse 2] All night long we ain't goin to sleep Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that She told me about herself she want to model and act I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this Who could really blame me about those ass and hips? She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal? Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill [Chorus] Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x} All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3] I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us First round that we (?) now we adding a plus Live just to die know you know ita€™s a must Silly niggaz tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win Got a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drink Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?) I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block [Chorus] All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [Verse 4] You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain't heard yet But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em) Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grass Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you're stressin Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggaz wreck shit Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse What we be givin? Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shit Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em) Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die They die, they die |
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Hey yo, I'm tired of runnin these streets, yo I'm tired of hustlin Y'all motherfuckers think this is all a game This shit ain't easy, this is all I know What am I supposed to do now? huh? [Chorus: repeat 2x] Do you know where you're goin to? Do you like the things the streets it's showin you? Do you know, you Can't Hustle Forever? [Verse 1: LaReece] It was you and me against the world We switched the game up Hustlin forever together before we came up It changed our paths we went our separate ways No more ridin on them niggaz for me, how I miss those days Swore up and down you was a super thug, so it's told But had compassion for your foes wit'cha heart of gold While I was rappin and singing you started slangin and bangin But with money comes greed saw your heart it was changin Niggaz out on the street, your peeps gettin covered in sheets You relied on heat to keep you from suffering defeat And now you're different like these savages, you're soul golfed out I know you're hurtin everytime I see your soul from you You at your crossroads, whatcho gonna do? Where you going, boo? Street is watchin just to take your soul from you Who will feed your seed if you're locked down, or better yet dead? Did you live your life to the fullest when you take your last breath? Do you know? [Chorus: repeat 2x] [Verse 2: Krayzie] Come follow me into my life, my life, my life I'm a young hustla This is to get paid as I stay clean away from bustas Strugglin is in my blood Mentality thug, reality I'm fucked up I gotta go get it my goddamn self, cause ain't nobody about to give me shit Gotta go out and get the rent pay So I'ma be out here on this block with these rocks and this glock Until I profit could you stop it? Mama used to say "but until I see it better, it got to be this way" And it don't look like I be going nowhere, nowhere Looks like I'm stuck in this here ghetto Even though I done got this dream of being famous This is really short, and if I don't make it by the end of the year Shit's feelin to be changin I'ma be dangerous, bangin nigga's brain Nigga, I'ma start sharin my pain and bang Hey, this shit we do for the dollar, dollar bill y'all So, before I get killed y'all I gotta make better ain't tryin hustle forever, ever [Chorus: repeat 2x] [Verse 3: Young Dre] God, please I know you see me livin better that this But, truthfully it's hard for Dre to comprehend cause it's cheddar to get If I don't hustle I can't eat So in these streets it's you and me Takin these fair penitentiary chances Plus some real finances that'll (?) me and my fam to better circumstances Rider quote "man even though I know I know how this game go" Got the green light for cash and I can't let time pass Gotta grabs mines reality's a mutha Tryin to hold on to all my survivin thugs brothas See, this life'll make you sharp and hard two clenched fists for the struggle Ride for my thug nation that love to hustle hard With slugs from berettas, doing dirty business Some niggaz still can't get together collecting figgas Make it impossible to hustle forever But life's a struggle we gonna survive until something come along better RIDERS! [Chorus 'til fade] |
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[Krayzie]
It's so hard to believe that i'm still living, i'm alive My clock is still ticking, guessing that God is still with me (with me) Cuz I could have been gone so many times before Murda Mo is chasing me i'm bearly escaping it My instincts is tellin me that I might not live long in my life (my life) My life is a jungle I really don't love it it's really to crumble I fight with these devils on daily basis And I try to stay humble Try not to fall, but what if I slip, trip? Try to stay calm, but what if I flip? Kill 'em all Last night I had a long talk with myself (myself) Drama had a nigga wondering, wondering how close am I to hell Then I had to pray can't let them brake me, awww nah, awww nah But it's everyday they try to make me soft But so fried, so high is my mistake Don't worry when i'm in the clouds Well that's how I stay (stay) [Chorus: Tiffany] Ever wonder just what it's like talkin to yourself every night? Will I ever make it through the day? Never thought I make it this far Kinda wonder just where you are? Will you ever make it through the day? [Krayzie] Caught up in my complications nowhere to go It's mandatory that I face them, even though I don't want to They say karma can murda ya, murda ya All this drama just got me nervous Cuz I know i've popped shots that don't stop They don't stop Soon as I lose it they know I get stupid Ain't nowhere to you, to you Stop, stop, l |
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[Verse 1: Boss]
Big ballin bitch like Boss come thru like it ain't no thang Paper chase, hustlin nothin changed Ask me again I'll tell you the same Don't hustle the fame nigga, most of the game Put it down in the street for mine 24/7, stayin on the grind For days and days I shell at the cops Enough grenades to get at the block I'm a drug smuggler Part bitch, part thug, part hustla You lift my crib and I'm touchin ya No love for ya, draw blood from ya Cause a nigga like you dreamin to Boss And you fiendin to floss, and who pounds is flown We're bustin motherf**kas with the black game Holdin them fiends and lovin my crack, in the front got bud in the back Who can get more thugga than that? From hookers and jacks, put the house up, bitch I'm bustin the gat [Krayzie] Y'all niggaz always testing, gonna make me pull this weson [Boss] If money ain't the answer rephrase the question, dawg [Krayzie] Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is... [Verse 2: Boss] Runnin up in your town with an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols Y'all mad we the real number owners Rollin like big, Thugline nothin but runners Trouble Boss, a double cross A nigga named Krray they good as dead From the b-o-double, doin double time And these tricks comin up to bread [Chorus: repeat 2x] We on some thugga shit We on some other shit that you ain't f**kin with The thuggin don't stop And you can't touch the clique You know you love this shit Take it to what we spit The thuggin don't stop [Verse 3: Krayzie] I heard a silent motherf**ka creepin up from behind ya Bet ya didn't think that I'd find ya, huh? With a nine or pump (pump, pump, pump) your shit'll be f**ked And I ain't even popped the goddamn trunk (trunk) I bet they never saw a nigga bring the heat and be so cool Freeze everything, nigga don't move You can choose to be a fool and try to get away But never make it out the room when the pump go BOOM! F**kin 'em up, scream "f**k the world" while I cuff my nuts Real niggaz don't lie, hit 'em in the mind, everytime goddamn we live Send 'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all? Matter of fact motherf**ka who paid y'all You runnnin up on them niggaz you know gonna bust back? Take no more shorts f**k that (f**k that) Pistol control, we roll streets of the all know If they run up I'll pop get your hand out my pocket For the glock, glock shot 'em all on the floor You dealin with some motherf**kin real niggaz Thrill niggaz, we'll kill niggaz if they wanna kill me Still runnin with the AK-47 ain't shit changed Still got the same artilary Bust at them bastards (bastard) Me and Boss steady breakin it off in they asses (in they ass) Wanna see me get glasses (glass) Cause I be all in your face but you walk right past me (past me) But that let a niggaz know they don't really wanna swang them thangs F**kin wit them thugs, the thugs... nigga the thugs, what? [Chorus: repeat 2x] [Verse 4: Boss] Bare witness to Mrs. Gangsta We're gun-toaters, blunt smokers, big bank folders, and high rollers Quick to burn off into toaster for fun, this bitch Judges wanna post as gorilla Pimps, killers, and soldiers roll You don't slip and we thought that we told ya Know what Thug Luv nigga to bone ya They can run your shit and bend a corner, scatter and spread Like mustard jam them buzzards up and leave 'em smothered Quick friends gats find ya like bookie and they down with me like fo' flat Y'all niggaz got nuts, our niggaz got nuts So we can go nut for nut see who first to crack and split Like ya down like wipers 'Fore the motherf**kin piper pay the bitch [Verse 5: Krayzie] You motherf**kas feelin to feel it Thugline put it down keepin it the real it And I ain't really trippin of these niggaz They say they gonna get me yet they miss me (What?) Cause I've been here niggaz thuggin Waitin for you motherf**kas to come bring it to me F**k waitin I'ma mingle with it The nine millimeter and plenty more haters If any more niggaz roll up put the cut I'm f**kin 'em up When I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you gonna die F**k you, die, buck you, die Reload, unload one more time Hit him with the pump make sure he dead He bled blood, we bail Ask me if a nigga prepared for war hell yeah [Chorus 'til fade] |
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[Chorus]
Thugline guess who's back? Da Thugs Tell 'em who the real niggaz is man? Da Thugs Who the fuck ya come to see? Da Thugs The only niggaz down with me is Da Thugs Who the niggaz straight up off the Double Glock? Da Thugs Who them niggaz brought you Thug Luv with Pac (Bone) Da Thugs Who the niggaz mixing Hennessy and Gin? Da Thugs Let's start this shit up baby [Krayzie] Niggaz guessin it is my thug nature (thug nature) That motivates me to chase some paper (paper) Cause being broke (?) wasn't the plans when we made 'em Straight up you barely get up off your ass wake up, wake up! Nigga, how long you think this shit gonna last? Get up, get up (Thugs!) got to keep your hustle Got to fight the struggle if ya wanna survive the jungle You know i'm a thug for life I'm knowin you already knowin that Don't need to be showin that Until it's time to let niggaz knowin that that's what i'm doin (Thugs!) gonna go platinum outta the box The tracks out, the raps out And nigga don't act shocked You fuckin with Kray, Leatherface Sawed Off Slim Ghetto Cowboy (boy) whatever you got to say you say it loud, speak up! (Thugs!) no need for flashin my jewerly to get a broad, hell no Ain't got no game but nigga my real is raw You feel me, kill me that's been the discussion of some bustas I heard (I heard) them motherfuckas tryin to do the Thuggish Ruggish (Thugs!) bring it on, we about war world war! Meet us in the streets or bring it to the show We can rap, bust caps, make 'em know it While I strangle this bastard with my microphone cord [Chorus] Da thugs Who them motherfuckas wanna be like? Da Thugs Who them niggaz feel the thug shit we write? Da Thugs Tell them motherfuckas who we do it for? Da Thugs If ya niggaz lookin for us playa here we go, Da Thugs Why the fuck the cops always fuckin with Da Thugs Fuck the police that's comin straight from Da Thugs Who your girlfriend left you for? Da Thugs Who them niggaz you scared to approach? Da Thugs [Krayzie - 2x] The way they leave ya fine 'til we get there Nigga you're runnin outta time (runnin outta time) See you with a cop, cause we be there pint ya! Thugs on the line, frontline [Krayzie] See Krayzie about that (Thugs!) nickels and profit Keepin my pockets all swollen Gimme that Bone Luv As you can see it's no longer Mo Thug That's your luck, cause it ain't no beefer that my peeps So why do I hear 'em speakin it different on the streets? But check it out (thugs!) i'm thru with trippin That's why I got on my mission and did this Handled my business, witness your nigga come up on these millions Really I been in the cut now for quite a while When I come out, niggaz gonna recognize the tighter style (Thugs!) now watch out this Harmonies speedin up (??????????) Ain't never been down before just so you know Wait a minute, oh I want you to meet and greet my thug tribe New and improved, I bring to you the motherfuckin Thugline (Thugs!) Fuck what you talkin stupid bitch it's what you walk Can you walk? and my thugs strut It's daily watch me walk, Da Thugs! I never really been one to claim no coast But yo that Cleveland nigga in here for sho' (In da house!) that I know [Chorus] Who them niggaz stealin t-shirts and khakies? Da Thugs Who them niggaz keep it real when they rappin? Da Thugs Who they tryin to ban, who? Da Thugs And who don't give a damn, who? Da Thugs What you hearin when you turnin on the radio? Da Thugs Who you seein when you lookin at the video? Da Thugs Who them niggaz smokin blunts non-stop? Da Thugs Who them niggaz escape the block? Da Thugs [Krayzie] When you kick it with the thugs, when you smoke a little weed Call me up you know the thugs always keep it We got what you need just call me up, yeah Da Thugs teach the world (whole wide world) to be like What's up to my niggaz Flesh-N-Bone? Stay strong my nigga Fuck the law |
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He did (he did) ya wrong
[Chorus] Hey girlfriend, if someone told your boyfriend, ohhh, uh, uh, uh, uh If they told him, what me and you be doin Somebody's gonna be in trouble (gonna be in trouble) [Krayzie] (???) we be kickin it like husband and wife You see that's the reason you sleepy sayin "not tonight" Meet me at the corner store ain't nobody gotta know Soon as you pull up we pull out and roll Follow me home Let's get away and be alone, unplug my phone You know the song baby All around the world it's the same song, the same song Turn off the light we be smokin bud in the dark Every time I hit the weed I can see your beauty reflectin when it spark Girl I feel it the reeder and the vibe is perfect And don't feel worthless cuz if your man was actin right he'd be worth it Baby, he don't deserve this (deserve this) So don't be actin nervous And besides he ain't here it's closed curtains Gettin it on shit You know it's something about When you be sneakin for some reason The lovin feel much better When you're creepin don't you get too sleepy You know you gotta go Yo man is back at home and probably waitin at the door So, I get with you tomorrow Baby just page me, hit me up And when I jump outta work Come on over and give me some [Chorus] [LaReece] All I needed was a thug in my life Somebody that'll treat me right Slap it from the back, and keep it wet all night A rider like you that's ghetto-life Answer to my dreams knew that you was him on sight The way your shit was tight Ain't no happy home, uh-huh Talkin to them chickens on the cell phone Took your shit |
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[Chorus]
Time after time, find I question my life How I went wrong, will it ever be right? Will I rise? Will I fall? Stand tall Continue asking, but I'm knowing only God know Time after time, find I question my life Where I went wrong, will it ever be right? Will I rise? Will I fall? Stand tall Continue asking, but I'm knowing only God know [Verse One] Growing up in the hood as a hard knock I never knew nothing too much about young My only concern was making my money and running these streets as a thug Instead of the birds and bees, I always talk to murderers and the G's That coldness inside me, but I ain't trying to hurt nobody Temptation is keeping me steadily going under And I wonder, if I could make it through the thunder Cause I done caused so much hurt and pain to some that ain't deserve a thang If I could change that, it would all be rearranged But what's done is done and I paid the price and now I'm like, Help me Lord, to better my life, my life Just give me the chance to prove the world that I can be the man that I am And I plan, on keeping it realer, really slow and steady [Chorus] [Verse Two] So now I'm headed to the chapel and I'm fin' to try marriage It's goin' down yeah, yeah, yeah, but what do ya know? Who woulda knew that would make situations worse And my curse, nothing I've tried seems to work And I drop to my knees and I pray, yes I pray And I wonder if I'll ever see a better day (I need a better day) I've seen much in my time and I think it was too much for my eyes The wickedness pulling me closer to failure everytime I think I'm rising, yeah But you live and you learn and try to make better, gotta get control Then follow the Lord and who knows where you'll go, for sho' I can see how I've been sinnin I'm asking the Lord for a little bit of forgiving, 'giving [Chorus] - repeat 'til fade |
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[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?) Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat Ain't no debate be (?) publicly Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially Ride with my team, the Thugline regime Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us? Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me On my pager to beep me And I sense they negative energy Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos Sweaty in this humidity, high My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on [Chorus] All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [Verse 2] All night long we ain't goin to sleep Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that She told me about herself she want to model and act I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this Who could really blame me about those ass and hips? She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal? Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill [Chorus] Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x} All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3] I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us First round that we (?) now we adding a plus Live just to die know you know ita€™s a must Silly niggaz tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win Got a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drink Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?) I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block [Chorus] All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [Verse 4] You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain't heard yet But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em) Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grass Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you're stressin Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggaz wreck shit Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse What we be givin? Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shit Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em) Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die They die, they die |
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(Chorus 4x)
Clap your hands thug niggas jam hard clap your hands thug niggas clap your hands (LaReece) If you a thug nigga what, you poppin slugs at snitch niggas you aint playing, shit you's a halt about your figgas if you thug,forever rollin on dubs 20 deep (?) pressin the clubs with your thugs (K-mont) Nigga if you a thug than youu better have tatts and whenever I got beef than I can call you for straps nigga if you a thug than you all about paper and you know theres only one way you got to deal with a hater (Krayzie) If you a thug you wouldn't have been talkin it you would have been walkin it loading up your pistol marking your target and popping it if you a thug then what the fuck that make me? a Krayzie...nigga y'all aint trying to see (Asu) If you a thug only thing squilling will be your wills and you was a pilling at still at whoever the fuck you wasn't feeling thugs know the verse, my thugs holler louder than that you dont hear them, you heard them in niggas just follow the path (Chorus 4x) (Lareece) If you a thug I know you aint loving the bitch,hugging the bitch you say you just be rubbing the clique if you a thug you know you cant be tricking the dough roll up in the halls, keep eyes on your foes (K-Mont) (yea yea yea) (K-Mont) Nigga if you a thug than its bitches you lust You know its hard to find a pritty dyme piece you trust nigga if you a thug than you got to get yours you still doing your thang, but aint no love for hores (Krayzie) If you a thug you dont some money to make some money because if you a thug, if you aint got it you taking money if you a thug you dont give a fuck about the judge doing three strikes when you living your life thug! (ASU) What a thug see thru whatever you were trying to do i bet a thug can show you better than a thug can tell you thugs stay talking, and walking,stay rolling and sparking up thugs stay swollen in they hearts and in they nuts (Chorus) (Lareece) If you a thug oh yeah you know you staying (?) so high keep your heat on your side when you ride if you a thug see you that type of nigga that never given a fuck mad doggin on than niggas like what if you a thug (K-Mont) If you a thug you probably fighting a case harrassed by the police and probably sprayed with mase nigga if you a thug you know the law aint shit you screaming fuck the police and telling the president to eat a dick (Krayzie) If you a you would of been screaming this shit before we was is you a thug or a nigga just trying to ride the bandwagon if you a thug you got no problem spending blood over the shit you love so nigga tell me still a thug? (Asu) if you a thug you wouldn't be hollering about what you would of, could of but should of you done it now nigga run it on your mothafuckin stomach ashes and elbows cocka-doo-doo you know how the tail goes (Chorus 8x) |
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We hard time, hard time hustlin, hustlin
(Chorus: Sade) Mama been laid off She ain't workin no mo' Papa been laid off He say things done got slow My brother's been laid off He been locked down for more than two years now (Verse 1: Krayzie) My world is crumblin, time is hard they were before, but oh my god! Mama mad at pops cause he ain't workin But today she lost her job Now what in the fuck is we suppose to do? We on our last loaf of bread Got cereal, but no milk, Kool-Aid, no sugar, what the hell? And here come Mr. Billcollector beatin down our door for dough Mama say when they come knockin y'all don't say nothin (shhh) get on the floor Kind of hard to see att night in a house when it ain't got no lights and shit No gas or water, had to borrow H20 from my relative Man, it feels like I ain't even here I'm ready to get up and get all my own, but I got three more fuckin years Nigga 15, with a big dream to make it on out this ghetto But the devil won't settle, fuckin up my levels he won't let go I'm livin to die it seems I just can't win Now I'm high, but I'm stopin to realize I drunk this whole fifth of Gin (Nigga damn!) I'm 17 and drinkin like I'm grown up I got some problems, plus I need some money And it's really all because... (Chorus) (Verse 2: Krayzie) Juvenile nigga done strugglin, hustlin, strugglin like I want it Then fuck school, right now I'm hungry, and I can't eat that damn diploma But on this corner I can eat everyday, all I gotta do is slang this yay Nigga, If business keep going this way me and my family is fin to be straight I'm glad |
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(Chorus: repeat 2X) Gemini, everytime I try to use my mind seems like I gotta fight two sides and I never know which one's right That's my life (Krayzie Bone) Man since I been off in this music business shit has gotten crazy I gotta be dealing wit devils bitches and bustas daily All ah dem was screamin to take me on that long ride Journey or mission, whatever you wanna call it they tryin to get me Listen, I'm hearing voices sayin Kill dem muthaphukkaz dead Other voices saying be humble man and understand I try to be level headed but it seems the devils winnin try to do the right thing but I always end up sinnin Pin Me God wont forgive you when you pray and do the same shit So I repent, and you can't even pay yo rent If it ain't no dollars ain't no sense right now But as I stop and think, a nigga got kids right now And mine got ta eat But they can't eat if daddy's dead or in jail So, what would you do choose heaven or hell If it's hell, you'd probly come up fast, and die That's why {and i} I wonder why heaven ain't the chance on my mind (deep voice Krayzie) Listen nigga, you plan on having thought of thangs then fuck everybody else, think about yo self Them muthaphukkaz never gave you shit Fuck that nigga take that bitch You smoke all the muthaphukkin reefa you give Kill any muthaphukka you feel need to be killed And the niggaz that used to run wit cha they ain't cha friends them niggas is out ta get cha And fuck this Ruthless bitch them muthaphukkaz ain't paid you for shit If I was you and you was me then i'll bust in that office and take my profits But nah, you muthaphukkaz tryin ta go to heaven Be broke and ain't nobody bless you What happen to the muthaphukkin nigga I know The nigga that was lokking the let the guns smoke You a mastermind you need to say fuck this rap shit and put it in some crime {sometimes} You money waitin nigga Ya muthaphukkin money ways niggas Don't let chu know you gotta fight these niggas) You know you got damn right Handle my pistol dawg cuz I den got hype Finna be some muthaphukkaz dying tonight the shit ain't right Cuz I den stayed humble and kept it real wit chu hoes (and muthaphukkaz try to play me still nigga I know) Yeah muthaphukkaz is thinkin a nigga got soft and I dropped my sawed off and I won't break em off But chu know a nigga (show dem niggas) hoe ass niggas (told dem niggas) If I had to fake that is was on (Stop hold up nigga wait don't go makin a mistake wit cho life) (Man fuck this hoe shit niggas is bout ta ride) But wait, what chu mean make a mistake muthaphukkaz owe me (But killing ain't the way ta get it please hear me) Well how the fuck I'm pose to eat (ain't no other way) (but it is) (it ain't fuck that) How you feel it is (Oh shit) (You got ta pray, they'll be a better day I can bet there'll be a better way but chu gotta keep ya faith don't let them demons take Ya soul don't sell ya soul no Remember what chu reap ya so, and if you try ta cheat he know) (Fuck that save the world shit don't listen to that garbage don't chu know niggas gone die hell regardless don't chu got a family nigga what about cho daughter) (And that's just the reason you should trust in the Lordy Lordy Lordy Lord) So what am I to do, go dance with the devil or be true ta you know who get paid I make due But the bad is lookin good and the good is lookin bad Shit you be the judge of that dat. (Chorus) - repeat until fade |
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| 3:44 |
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[Krayzie: repeat 4x]
This is how we do it, when we do it... [Chorus] Doesn't it feel good to see us makin money? Feel good like everyday's sunny Feel good see us takin off? Doesn't it feel good to see us ball? And they can't take it from us at all And if you agree that we don't fall sing ""la da di da da di da di da di da"" [Verse 1: Krayzie] Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin more Thuggish Ruggish on ya Krayzie keepin it flaming, so indeed it's fire for ya Water, don't need none let it burn Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em turn Be concerned with these words I got Whatever they sayin about the Line, we better kill 'em 'Cause I got up and I got mine don't mean I'm trippin Really left niggaz behind to handle business They don't understand I'm in it to win it Thug out with a crowd full of criminals and killers So pump your fists if ya feel it, hear me We in it to keep it the realest With my remige, Thugline team, coming to kill something Close to 30 million sold and still thuggin, still strugglin Wassup with Bone? Gotta keep it real, so I tell them I don't know Can't think no more excuses when niggaz don't show We came up from poor, and I'm not going back to poor, no! [Chorus] [Verse 2: Krayzie] For The Love Of $, I keep it funky Just thuggin back down in the ghetto Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em back By keepin it real, givin 'em shit that they can feel, like hustlin need more than a mil Like how to make it on these streets and not be killed a€?fore you get grown Let a nigga go on cuz he chose to live his life wrong All I know is life is already short And you can bring your non-exsistance closer if you want Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, get'cha thug on (thug on) Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your buzz on But must of all you gotta stay sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix That go for anything you do and they go all to jail, I don't trip I share a hater to the side, devil ass nigga Always fuckin up my vibe, that's right now, nigga You done meet Krayzie Bone, you ain't meet Leatherface And I don't think you wanna though, no! [Chorus] [Verse 3: Krayzie] My nigga, cover your ears and fuck what you heard (heard) 'Cause it's about they bullshit they be talkin, why? Niggaz in my business like they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot) Run up, touch me, get burned, nigga Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, dropped (what?) Chickenhead bitch from Miami said we was runnin when the war popped Hoe stop, you don't know none nigga rollin with me What shut you puff? My niggaz hold on the B For most of them niggaz they want peace when we meet Like we ain't be hearin what they be saying on the streets So we gotta bring the heat Speak if you want, but keep it to a mumble Speak louder than a whisper, oh and we gonna get'cha Y'all Don't Know Me, ain't that what I told 'em? Hope they knowin these pistols real's that we toat, jokin Naw nigga, we for real in the field Believe what you want, but you suckas know the deal [Chorus] |
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[Krayzie - 3x]
Rollin Up Some Mo' [Chorus - 2x] Allittle bit of refer's all I need (all I need) With alittle big of Gin mixed with Hennessey (Hennessey) Alittle bit lighter really sets the mood Have you feelin like everthing is so damn cool [Krayzie] Hop in my Five-Double-O Roll up my window asshole your lettin out all the smoke You never wate a blow, motherfucka don't you know? I'm a weedhead, P.O.D' ded stayin tweeded It make me happy Won't even sleep unless i'm beamin, fiendin Which one of you niggaz gonna put some ends in? Cuz i'm tellin y'all right now i'm smokin everything i'm spendin Goin down, cop a quarter pound now we in here blowin it Wait a minute where's the bowl at? Young Dre done got me spoiled man Done smoked two blunts, and now i'm feelin like I can fly I get into zones of my own everytime I get high And whenever it is, I think I see I'm buzzin so it doesn't really matter to me [LaReece] I got issues nuttin but problems feels my green My nigga wanna test me with the same old games Got this chicken down in San Diego, and he trickin on my pesos And he think that I don't know And he got the gawl he fuckin two of my dawgz Now they actin kinda funny when I call So when i'm with my Thugs On Da Line Tonight no lady like instead I grab a fifth of Hen Take it to the head, c'mon [Chorus - 2x] [Asu] Now, niggaz came late to get me Keith G pass me the Henny Kray lookin like chimney i'll smoke whatever and any Naw, i'm buggin my squad ain't druggin like that Luggin the Mak, LeReece all nice with K-mont in the back Blunts and stunts is what's rolled up Once it's lit it's hit, and if you ask me why i'ma tall ya what, what ya want? Smoke a blunt all jokes is front fuck beatin around the bush Kick the (?) ya punks [K-mont] I mix Henny with Alize get drunk and talk slick Nigga be sizin me up, you know I'm ready to flip My niggaz stay smokin out, sippin Hen and Tengery Nigga, we be havin hella fun like they do in the bay It be the weekend gangsta that me causin the tention You might catch me willin out, in the tough guy convention But don't get it fucked up, because I'm all about my cheedar It ain't easy being me, but nobody could do it better [Chorus - 2x] [Boss] Everytime I'm rollin out with Krayzie we crazy, try not to get ciffed up Fucked up sippin on that siz rup, pourin out that cup of stuff Them jolly ranchees and enhancers, I mix it up like a chemist Drop about 10 of 'em in it, then sip it slow til it's finished Then it's that (??) little (?) is safe at home Then get your brain broke, they boiler makers and they chain smoke Boss ain't no fuckin rookiem put purple permethozine up on you ream That's guaranteed to make you lean and keep you higher than girffe pussy [Kieth G] I ain't ate all day, but steadily gettin fucked up Smokin this weed, waitin to get scooped up It's the bum Keith G, carribus we on twists We needed a fix, my nigga dip into the rent We worry about that payback later we gonna smoke And live for the meanwhile puffin with Juvenile, what? I'm in the mood to speak my piece, pass the mic I'm in the mood to drink some burb, we high tonight [Chorus - 2x] |
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Everybody wanna be thugs
They really don't cause if they lived my life they'd understand Niggaz for they self, no love And it ain't nothin better than a gun in hand [Verse 1: Krayzie] I'm lookin at all my niggaz on the corner still trying to come up on something Like some paper, cash money Two-double-o-zero, niggaz is desperate to make it Battlin Satan, but the plate that he made us looks so tasty Temptation over took my devils persuasion Makin me chase the paper while trying to break 'em, I blaze 'em Then I raise up, nigga that's the way thugs do it See it don't say nothin just to find out we kinda stupid In the streets we play for keeps Niggaz ain't comin back for revenge or whatever, loc We havin none of that, so scandalous You better keep your protection Cause the grass and the blunts ain't the only thing we wet up [Chorus] [Verse 2: Krayzie] See, I've been runnin from the po-po ever since I was 11 Nigga bellin, ain't tryin to get kept and slept in the cell, man A lot like my daddy, but then again I'm like myself Keep my nose in my business and worry about nobody else Got a mind of my own aside from Bone So nigga don't think that you can run up and test me when I'm alone Cause I got the chrome Talk mo' shit I'm still a street thug, but I make mo' hits (mo' hits) Platinum packin magnum never leave the house without it And if he bout it don't sing about it nigga bring up out that shit Thugline, frontline Nigga it ain't scared, we done time Leatherface is on the rampage, murder mangler, strangler What you came with it just ain't enough To tame the thug, we aim |
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[Krayzie]
Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum {throughout the whole song} Bloody murder (yeah) Watch out (yeah) Nigga, killin all of y'all (yeah) Cause that's what we about (yeah) Bloody Murder... (yeah) Watch out (yeah) We be killin all of y'all (yeah) Cause that's what we about (yeah) You know before we leave from the scene, from the scene you'll bleed Yes indeed, when I squeeze trigger freeze Nigga these are the thugs |
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[Intro]
As the new world order takes us into the year 2000 The shadows of death over the sky causin total destruction As we transform day into night, darkness falls down upon us We rise from the fog uncomparable to any other form of life Together we ride by night, unidentified, unseen, unknown Yes we are the pirates Our missin is to destroy enemies by any means necessary And those who interfere with prosecution for execusion Shall indeed be terminated any race be gone For we are the Kneight Riduz Killers of the night and first of our kind [Chorus - 2x] Can't you feels the temperature droppin gettin cold? Below zero murda mo go slow flow under your door Is it magic? not it's murda they don't know that we're pirates By night we get violent like fighters fightin [Verse - 1] You're takin chances runnin around upon me I got somethin waitin in a cage for you Wipe that smile off your face when you see us ridin through Killin 'em all (till everyone fall) You get out of my way or you're subject to get killed without the clues I thought people should continues bouncin A war right now is not what you're really wantin Pirates got the world on lockdown, we rule from the darkness We come from beneath the ground, so who wants to party? We got runnin up with slugs for everybody Renovate the town in blood with a slaughter What's the matter? you're not soundin so tough Am I callin your bluff? When them high tides come crashin ashes to ashes and dust to dust We are the pirates, the pirates Yes we are the pirates, pirates [Chorus - 2x] [Verse - 2] Wanna come fuck with me? Me bloody matey got me back so check your tick-tock How many minutes ya got before you drop? been shot The smell of gun powder fills the air (????) there you beg for mercy we don't care Bloody bodies stacked up in a pile and set the fire It's the pirates behind all this violence it's not the devil It's rebellin with my shovel, with my victims lifeless Tossed over my shoulder as I showed him to his hell-hole Dead foes to the bottom Us pirates be heartless my conscious was fuckin with me I shot him And got 'em all believe me We gonna (??) crazy and i'm silent until my other mode We front the underland understand, understand? We live to die so we fear no man not at all Everytime we call stay outta the way and outta the dark And just hope to god, that he'll just come and kill us all We all gonna dies, it's the ways of life wildest new generation pirates Us new generation pirates, pirates, us new generation pirates, pirates [Chorus - 2x] [Verse - 3] Up in my temple proceddin i'm waitin to taste your blood run throught my veins And see you gasping out my name You'll be sayin "psycho bitch, psycho, psycho, psycho" See (??) is how I kill you I have to fill my thirst so now I gots to kill you We are all forgotten souls nightmare of every boy and girl Kneight Riduh pirates the leaders of the underworld I'm so happy, happy knowin my torture brought you pain Play in my little game you hide i'll blow out your brain Isn't that fun? Whoever wants some you can hide but you can't run I cut off your legs now beg, yes beg {laughing} 1-2 Riduz comin for you 3-4 you shoulda locked your door, let me in {laughing} [Chorus - 2x] |
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Dum, dum, dum, dum, dum {Throughout the whole song I bring yo' Thugline (y'all) Don't they want to see me fall (y'all) But I never had then I'm just to wrong (y'all) You used to have a lot of devil scene (y'all) When I kept my soul, they see me disappear (y'all) And now the cryin on the line is perfect time Tryin' shinnin', keep my mind, ready for combat |
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[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 1] C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?) Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat Ain't no debate be (?) publicly Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially Ride with my team, the Thugline regime Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us? Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me On my pager to beep me And I sense they negative energy Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos Sweaty in this humidity, high My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on [Chorus] All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [Verse 2] All night long we ain't goin to sleep Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that She told me about herself she want to model and act I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this Who could really blame me about those ass and hips? She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal? Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill [Chorus] Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x} All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah [Verse 3] I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us First round that we (?) now we adding a plus Live just to die know you know it?셲 a must Silly niggaz tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win Got a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drink Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?) I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block [Chorus] All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x} And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [Verse 4] You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain't heard yet But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em) Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grass Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you're stressin Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggaz wreck shit Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse What we be givin? Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shit Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em) Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die They die, they die |
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