Thug style, they die but never surrender/ Remember when we come back, ready to get you, get you

Asu (C'mon) C'mon dude, I got a kid to feed, wigs to bleed/ Blood drips like activator and they curl up lovely when I crack a hater/ No, not me/ White is eyed, especially/ They know before it was light it was dark, and you couldn�t see/ Really wrong is fake, right is real, up is good, down�s for clowns/ Them Ringling Brothers know just how I feel about minglin' with freaks(ah ah ahh) I�m jinglin' heat in my pockets like change; Any and e'erywhere is my range/ Everythin' inside the three point line is mine/ I annoint this rhyme with defiance, I�m at the time they still tryin�/ What? To be a thug? When you bust a slug/ Get the fuck outta here (what?) don�t you got some niggas nuts to hug? Won�t be mine, now don�t be lyin� for niggas to stop dyin� it�s to never forget the I F-O let�s go learn somethin' we don�t need/ I�d give everythin' just to feed my seeds

-Chorus-Krayzie- We in a rage, livin� raw, thinkin' reckless(Killa, killa, killa... bitch) and I�m loco and don't respect shit/ And your cap just could be the next split (Killa, killa, killa... Bitch! 9 Millimeter, heater, street-sweepers and sawed-off's, duck)

K-Mont Hey yo, up in the hood we barely made it with a few technicalities like them juveniles still hustlin� with them thug mentalities/ Two for five sales got us beefin� over corners/ Hold your stash, get your thrash on cauze nigga, you a baller/ When the cops run up, you better run and hide your shit, nowadays stick up kids (Take off nigga) They make a nigga strip/ The harsh realities of life got some niggas on the run for better things in life got some niggas pullin� guns/ These streets is mad, full of reckless and rage/ Livin� this book of life, would you please turn the page? These cops keep killin' kids, gettin� they case dismissed (uh huh) What goes around comes around, nigga, payback�s a bitch/ New millenium thugs, prepare for revolution tactics/ Keep your enemies close or get yout cap peeled backwards/ Ant Dog thug in peace, you my Number One fan/ Dad, I know you�re smilin' seein' your boy became a man

Krayzie When the pump get cocked up ready to bust then double up slugs fuckin� em up/ Nigga, you know it ain�t nothin� to bust that slug, thug leavin� em with they guts hangin� nuts stankin� thinkin� he was liver than this/ When I got my AK or my Tat Tat Tat Tat, I can�t miss {gunshots} Check it out, that Cleveland nigga, see we�re killers, some on parole/ And some of my dogs don�t care about goin� back nigga, just so you know/ We can�t G-O for what you N-O/ Want money and mo�/ Y'know we roll down through your town wild and wilin�/ Pistol control, leavin� these niggas up off they feet, sweepin� these enemies off they streets/ And I step on they block, now we hot/ Ain�t nothin� changed but the name, mentality same but now I got a better aim at the heads that I flame; Hot flames, flames, flames/ Better watch where you walkin�/ Better watch who you talkin� to and don�t be out there flossin� ooh/ If you do, when we catch your ass we�ll snatch you, and you know this (Buck Buck) Bustin� huffin� puffin� with smoke comin� out our noses

-Chorus-Krayzie-

Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line 2000-2001/ Available on Import & Promo

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