Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family, my family.
Lord help me make up my mind, which way do I turn, when there's so much stress surrounding me daily? This world's so cruel and shady an I really miss my baby babi boi. Oh, boy, me and your bigger brother keeps it realer, You'll always be our little n*gga, and I know your momma miss ya. Picture the day when I get my callin, but until then I guess I'm stuck, oh fuck. Let T know how much I miss him. When I get to heaven, Babi Boi, what's up? We can ride and rol without these po-pos trailin, bailin all the way to heaven, bet you that's a promise. Comin with the bombs (bombs). Nigga can't test us. Creep. Defeat is all you'll meet. Rollin with the n*ggas that pack the heat and a sac of weed, testin souls, hoes, niggeroes, playa haters, and the po po as well. If we could fill everybody's needin a mil, am I livin in hell? N*gga really can't tell, so I prepare for the worst and hope for the best, and the rest is written. N*gga wanna treat me like I'm forbidden, but I'm looking for the shit that's hidden. Could I be? Come a little bit closer, are you cautious when you approach us? Is you scared of the fact we're soldiers? Mo Thug records fin to take shit over. Under my halo, pray more, say Mo Thug with love to the depth that the game goes. Die all you hoes, foes, and you po-pos. Nigga betta roll or get rolled over we shuttin shit down. And you know a nigga love to get buck wild. Pow. Come fuck with me now. now now
This is my family, This is my family, my family.
Thug lovesick, my hood is a drug prison. The end of my misson, we heatin shit why vison? Been crooked, reign and sin is the beginnin of my endin. I went in my Benz, why's my mind spinnin? And then I'll say "fuck em". My family aint livin for nothin, but strugglin was one of the reasons I'm thuggin and steady stayed huslin. Where was my lovin? Somebody tell me somethin, if I give you one of your touch, would you buck it all up for the love of lust? Hoes I love you so, but unlike my friend your jus my foe. Peace til the end of the road. That's where I'll go. But no, n*gga don't lose your soul, but it's so cold. Trust in mine, alright then we can roll, roll, roll.
This is my family, This is my family, my family.
Was ya too young, mama and daddy, when ya laid down and had some eggs? And I rember yall breakin up and shippin us back to the Land. Damn, what went wrong was it me? But, I ain't mad at ya, cuz out all this sh*t I got two sisters and a brother. And I learn to harmony on the streets of The Clair, that's where I'm from yall, on the streets of The Clair is where I met Mo thugs yall. Oh, sh*t time to be a man. Gotta get out of the house cuz, I can't stand mommy's man--he talks with his hand. Come creep on the streets with me, it's where I learned how to sell drugs, it's where I learned how to pump slugs. It's necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine, so I creep and I grind, knock knock, kickin down doors, kill a n*gga. sleep, give it up when ya die. And I know the shit was wrong but don't blame me, blame the thugsta in me, cause that's where that shit comes from (comes from). Bloody red rum. Nigga we aint nothin but survivors. Rest in peace to the guage, they collide with us. We survivors, that's why we be.
This is my family, This is my family, my family.
Get ready to duck, b*tch, or get f*cked up, boy don't f*ck around and get zipped in a body bag, off in a grave and your brains'll be hangin. Damaged bodies dragged off. Everyday we see more niggas hatin, fakin, playa hatin, that's gettin contagious. Why do these niggas think they can break us? When I grab my pump yall niggas better try grab what's left of ya chest. Niggas be talkin and then they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death. We let em keep talkin adn they dogged us man, it's all the same. What do we gain by givin you niggas fame? So we let the records show. The fourty-four mag'll tag em, stack up them niggas that tried to compete with the platinum harmony. Callin follow me down to the corner, slip up and your gonna get blasted. What do you wanna test me for? Jealousy? Nigga drop. Nigga we bet you plottin, that's why them triggers be cocked everytime. Shoot em ninety-nine times out of a hundred. We gon hit somebody. Somebody gon take a strippin yea. Yall niggas get carried off with the bodies. Mo mighty, yall find us smokin that grass. Nigga pass the pump. Hey Rip, he takin a loss and waking up in that coffin. Oh, n*gga that's why all of these playa hate us, man, but, when we come they run, but we're gonna catch em and one day, God forgive me I dont kno what got in me, but pin me, they're gonna all fall, way down, face down. Ain't got nothin but love, still n*ggas still wanna test my nuts, and nigga you kno that (that that that, you kno we didnt do that, that, that), so nigga you kno that (that, that, that), them thugsta niggaz, (I figured you'd know that, that, that, that) stay strapped (strapped) won't hesitate (you niggas should know that, that, that, that), to bust back (yeah, yeah, yeah, my niggas they know that, we know that) it's almost nineteen ninety-nine. It's almost nineteen ninety-nine.