Yeah, yeah, yeah, nigga. ThugLine in this motha'fucker. This is how we roll. This is how we roll. Yeah, yeah, yeah. ThugLine-Line-Line.
Krayzie Bone
Give me a motha'fuckin' rhythm to rhyme to and give your ass a hit you can ride to, when this is just to vibe to/ Just a nigga tryin'a make a livin' since livin' ain't long/ I'm rushin' tryin'a make some niggas before I'm gone (When I'm long gone...) Fuck it, you gotta be sucker free, what 'bout your buisness? What really make me sick is when niggas act like these bitches on they' period/ Some of these raps niggas hoes, I'm serious/ These niggas scream it on they' song, but I ain't hearin' it/ They feed you with the video pose, they got you feelin' it, but them niggas ain't real with the shit/ I wish a Will-Smith-fast nigga would come in the hood/ Nigga be sippin' that lip of Henn for there punk ass city/ I'm a thug motha'fucker, what? So rough, so tough/ I ain't scared of these niggas 'cause these niggas gots no nuts/ Lil' nigga say he started this thug shit (Bitch!) But nigga when the funk and get the jumpin', you shut up quick/ These niggas in the rap game thinkin' it's a rap thang, they ain't seen shit/ Nigga where you hang, claim, that don't mean a damn thang, fuckin' suck my dick (Suck my dick)
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Ding, ding, dong, drop like I'll ring the alarm (You better not get the fuck up) Ring the alarm/ Ding, ding dong, nigga drop like I'll ring the alarm/ Ding, ding dong, drop like I'll ring the alarm (You better not get the fuck up) Ring the alarm/ Ding, ding dong, nigga drop like I'll ring the alarm (Ring, ring, ring the alarm)
Asu
Dab you with the niggas life, you sinkin'/ Don't think a nigga won't wink or blow a kiss to which ever bitch wit'cha/ Spit the spit on concrete tomorrow/ None of you saw Asu, cause nothin' a nigga came with was borrowed (Whooh) My own is mine theirs and ours, Thunder prepared to shower/ I dare cowards to make me show 'em the power of flowers/ Nothin' to say but "Bless You" on the bouquet/ Make niggas flip my name when they say it's "usA"/ Killa-slash-guerilla/ Shelled up armadillo murderin MC's on album fillers/ And when singles is like some tragical cheese (Cheese) I wish a nigga would ask the owner to leave/ Make 'em freeze from the sleeves, wrist rock like you wouldn't believe/ And I'm willin' to show whoever want to see some thangs like ceilings and floors/ Or paramedics runnin' for any of you 'quitted niggas who said you wanted war
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Wish Bone
(Somebody!) Somebody tell these niggas somethin'; Do somethin'/ Suggest you poppin' that real shit when you rollin' smokin' bumpin'/ What up with all them hidden messages, niggas hidden behind these songs, but all that shit to get off your chests you shit; Fuck that/ Step up, show up, say what? Nigga, shut the fuck up/ One of the realest niggas learnin' these niggas lessons/ Count ya' blessings, you could've been restin' all night in front of your Reverend/ Believe that, a'ight/ Cause soldiers die on the battlefield everyday, so know what you' doin' when you really come to play/ Cause we won't loose, nigga/ Shit, this is ThugLine! ThugLine! I got a nine for all my niggas, place your bets/ And please don't petty anty cause we tryin' to get rich/ This is how it goes, this is how it is/ Remember back in the day when we was just tryin' to feed our kids?
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Young Dre
(C'mon. Whooh. ThugLine. Whooh. C'mon.) Picture the perfect clip; Came to serve it, work it/ Explicit conflicts, smokin' cole logic, slangin' for profits/ ThugLine livin' knock it any, whatever/ We cock it, pull it, positioned to pop it/ My ambitions; Can't stop it/ Won't let me stand on the front line, nine, solo mission (Solo) And rhymes we givin' knowledge and livin'/ When these streets seperate suckers from soldiers, nigga bleed with the T-H-U-G's/ Ya'll been steppin' and fakin' with a common coward disease/ Take two of these S-L-U-G's/ Dome shots! Jealousy got me comittin' felonies with a guilty consciense tellin' me "Wrong way" But a clouded mind/ Nigga fit for the stick, we'd all be stuck and die/ Fuck with Big Wish, empty many clips/ Fuck with Kray, nigga meet A-K (Who that?) Tryin' to beef with Young Dre and Asu? Hear the straps spray, done deal, kill all of you/ Riduz! ThugLiners! (Whooh.)
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Available on the Bone Thugs N Harmony import album Behind The Harmony (2006) Recorded for the ThugLine compilation album 2000 Thugs (2000-2003)