Thug On Da Line
Krayzie Bone featuring Asu, K Mont, LaReece & Wish Bone
Produced by Super Sako

-Intro-Krayzie-
These niggas don't know who the fuck they fuckin' with man. On the real shit nigga, this is ThugLine nigga. And I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed Off Leatha Face. And I dedicate this shit to all them motherfuckers who used to be down, wanna be down, but can't never be down. And that's simply because we ain't fuckin' with no punk pussy ass nigga. You know the niggas that always talk the real shit, but they can never walk the real shit. Listen up, this ones for you, for you.

Asu
(Out in suburbia) Soon as I hear cheese I'm a stick ya like I take ya picture; Kodak smile/ You know that number to dail when in need of work, I proceeds to lurk/ Squattin' and schemin' plottin' on demon and it's a whole lot of semen in this dick, packin' Bisquik/ Once the bisquits is baked, it boils down to the risk us niggas take/ Try Asu, and leave ya liable to get floored and if you ain't fully insured (Uh, yeah yeah yeah) You ain't just asleep, nigga snore/ I got somethin for it (All thangs) You got some Henny? Nigga pour it (We can all drank) I done lost somethin' I ain't tryin' to find and I know it's love/ Even though I'm dyin' inside, nigga is still a thug/ The company I keep be wantin' me to heat, fuck goin'/ I don't really wanna storm, how I'm supposed to warn my folk, once provoked it's on and not gradually (Yeah yeah yeah...) Casualties is random, and like I tell 'em, I dump naturally

K Mont
Hey yo, hey yo/ Whatever you saw, I seen it/ Whatever I say, I mean it/ Most of y'all bitch niggas wasn't thugs until Bone screamed it/ Recognize the wisdom, fuck that nigga shootin' clips/ Matter of fact; I'm tired of talkin; pull your pistol and keep walkin'/ Catch me on the pooly wearin' a hoody, or standin' on nigga lines, stressin' conversatin' about dyin'/ It's ThugLine/ That niggas be askin' "Who is he?" It's that nigga from Jerz, motherfucker, it's K-Mizzy

-Krayzie (Wish)-
The motherfuckin' thugs (ThugLine) is in the place to be, be (ThugLine) Fuckin'' shit up, it's T-H-U-L-I-N-E (ThugLine) Got niggas in the club, killas out for blood (ThugLine) Motherfuckers hit the floor when we lit shit up (ThugLine)

Thug Line, Thug Line, Thug Line (Hope you're ready) Thug Line, Thug Line, Thug Line (We heated heavy) Thug Line, Thug Line, Thug Line (Hope you're ready) Thug Line, Thug Line, Thug Line (We heated heavy)

Do my thugs run this motherfucker (Hell yeah)�Or do my killas run this motherfucker (Hell yeah) Do my thugs run this motherfucker (Hell yeah)�Or do my killas run this motherfucker (Hell yeah)

Wish Bone
Nigga, anyway you want/ This is ThugLine willin' and ready to dump; Fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up/ I got my Line right here, here/ You can step and we can jump it off right here, here/ Fuck y'all niggas, fuck y'all niggas/ How many niggas you roll with that you feel is real? How many niggas you roll that you know gon' kill? Gangsta, huh? Fuckin' with the Line, it's about time someone took it over/ I'm a get mine, can't wait for time 'cause it's almost over/ I got what'cha want baby/ You can step, but best believe you won't play me/ If you like that? Throw your hands up/ I know you like that; Throw your hands up

LaReece
Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin' holdin' the guns, dumpin' on these trick niggas for funds/ Titties bouncin' in the Low-Low/ Creepin' real slow, Le Femme Nikita with my heater and they don't breathe no mo' so trick, hit the floor/ It's that boss bitch, Nina Ross bitch, know it cost bitch, floss bitch/ Got your sister hostage/ You got my green? If not, I lost it, I'm leavin' a corpse obscene/ It seems you don't understand my pockets pitifil, so it's critical that I get the dough right now/ All your wants, I can't satisfy needs/ Can't determine do's and dont's, amplifies my greed to multiply my G's/ You want war nigga? I got somethin' for niggas/ Quick to bust the four-fifth for more figures/ Standin' on the front line with my fam bam, ThugLine/ Bloody murder on the haters tryin' to take mines

Krayzie Bone
Call me the boss fighter, front line rider/ Leatha Face'll catch a case up in this place, we'll show 'em who 'Bout It 'Bout It/ How the dealer stole and cut it, police won't even touch it (Fuck the police) I'm a rich nigga, come to my show and bring your bitch wit'cha/ 2000 Niggas still screamin' out loud "Fuck the Law" and all y'all niggas mean muggin' me and my niggas is my car/ Partner, don't get me started/ Y'all niggas ain't seen me get retarted, in that mode I'm heartless/ When we bare arms we far from harmless (This is the bomb...) This is the bomb shit, so ring the alarm (To war) Takin' over the yard, nigga, ThugLine's in charge/ On guard, we are the new clique, and we got the new shit/ These niggas ain't nobody you wanna fool with either, so be cool with it/ Then niggas won't have any problems/ Three Fifty Seven revolver (Revolve 'em...) is all it takes to squash and solve 'em/ We all in this business to get paid, but mean while we gotta go fight off the enemies that hate us for these styles/ Made us some cheese now, fuck the world/ Tell 'em Krayzie said it (Fuck the world...) Will I ever switch? Get out the thug shit? Nigga, forget it/I'm real with these niggas, I chill with these niggas, I kill for these niggas, cause these my niggas, my niggas, my niggas
Recorded for the ThugLine compilation 2000 Thugs, and then the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line (2000-2001)
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