Every song be the same old story, I'm livin' upon the end of time and I be searchin' for glory/ Caught up in these territorial disputes, them niggas be wantin' to shoot/ Allah don't let 'em shoot me, don't shoot me
5ive Foot Giants
Now, what the fuck? Nigga, won't you scrap? Drop these straps and watch us thug niggas split your mouths with these raps/ You better prepare for this execution, close your eyes and visualizes niggas startin' shootin'/ And defy homicide almost every day, these city streets of Knoxville got me cocked with this spray, thuggin' with Lay/ Can't stop me, can't stop me/ Try to pop me, try to pop me/ Mo! Thug Luv Family/ Can't you see we be G's? Don't shoot me, don't shoot me
-Chorus-5ive Foot Giants & Baby Girl-
5ive Foot Giants
Now, bullets ain't got no eyes, got homies that's paralyzed from the waste down layin' face down/ I prayed while his family cried/ Livin' my life like I'm poor, plottin' on robbin' the store/ Caught up in the middle with this East and West, cockin' my fo'/ I wish that my Momma was with me, think about you every day/ Momma, don't let them devils get me/ Hit me with your best shot, nigga, your best got split in two fuckin' with that Five Foot dude, ooh/ Don't shoot me, got so many bad memories of homies that's gone just livin' thugged out fantasies/ What happened to this love we had? Smokin' J's and reminisce on how we miss our Dad/ Can we blaze to set our mind free from all this pressure? Bury my body, watch my rhymes be like burried treasure/ These thug parties got these freaks want to step to me and do me/ Allah, please don't let these playa haters shoot me, don't shoot me
Baby Girl
They test the thugs, never catch a slug, try and look a nigga inferior but you down at the docks terrin' rocks/ Cock, then leave mysterious/ Can't kill with this/ I'm off the hook, shook, pop a glock even/ Put it down with the underground, got your back, or would you look, look, look? Gimme the money and murderahs, got bustas, have you heard of 'em? (?) Got to be down with the band of an orchestra/ Loc'est thugs, show my thugs just puttin' it down with thugs, ain't no love/ Got to be knocked down to catch a slug/ Livin' in a boldest hobby, AK shot me, you would dro me/ Have God, then got me when the Po po's got me or straight drop me to have a thought no mans land of us/ Intimidated, divided us/ Barely alive, how I strive/ Got to be keepin' it near the cross
Flesh N Bone
Once all alone when I'm semi fried in 99' think of a time when I run with the beast from the police and walk in the name of Jesus/ (?) never the less I'm raisin' hell (?) the grill/ Went on top for the Glock Glock, this shit don't stop/ Gotta bust those crooked cops, yeah (?) keep it real, anyone testin' I run around checkin' not disrespectin' (?) Still a goner/ Fuck you all amazed, finna get a guage, cocked, shots stop you round/ Slowly in a grave you decrepitiate, it's your destination if you choose to mess with me/ And it's meant to be your final destiny, ain't arrestin' me/ Got to hit the millenium gangstas who got the wrath (?) your shit too contagious, droppin' them shells around your motherfuckin' body/ I be the Flesh Bone, Fifth Dog A.K.A. Armageddon, Psycho/ Mighty Mo! Mighty Mighty Mighty...
5ive Foot Giants
Mo! Thug, Mo! Thug/ Now, wouldn't you wanna be just Mo! Thug? Mo! Thug, Mo! Thug/ You gotta have the Mo! Thug luv, nigga what?
-Chorus-5ive Foot Giants & Baby Girl-
Available on the 5ive Foot Giants album Calling All Thugs