Keep it real/ Keep it real... (ThugLine. You know what it is.) We the assasin... (Krayzie Bone...) Comin' to slay, watch �em fall when the gun, gun blast (Dj Khaled, Miamis finest)... (Asu, K Mont, Omar)
Asu-
Only speak when spoken to or get your shit broken through from tendon to gristle/ What I�m sendin' is official like a brand, I don�t suggest, I command/ Anything less than demand ain�t even a mouse cause even a mouse�ll die for cheese (Some of y�all scared to die, period)/ Droppin' degrees, only thing with me to gain is a loss, on parole like a Boss/ Got more D then the Army, Navy, Marines, or Air Force/ Now I�m a say it once; Fronts bloody and backs get muddy/ Jermaine Dupri that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah) leave your body swollen and a little puffy
-K Mont-
Hey yo, sometimes we wyle out when we party we break night/ Ain�t no unity in my community so we forcin� to fight/ Cause the fo� fo� desert eagle will put that ass in a herse/ Since I hooked up with Leathaface, you know the hatin� just got worse/ We make money all year around, we bring the heat like the summer/ While y�all niggas be gettin� murdered with guns without serial numbers/ So tell me, who is the real enemy; Is it you or the police? We gon� continue to go to war and pour out liquor for the deceased
-Omar-
My niggas is forced to fight, forced to pull they guns out (C'mon) at full might cause we went from thousand-aires to millionaires overnight (Whoa)/ I see a billion dollars in my forecast, I observe/ While you only see rain and clouds in yours?/ Make you wanna go and get yours, make you wanna squeeze yours/ Well get at me, son/ I make sure you get yours/ See they used to call me Scrappy Scrap cause I scrapped a lot/ Now they call me Clappy Clap Clap cause I clap a lot
-Krayzie Bone-
I don�t give a fuck if it�s the cops, niggas up on the block, we know how you niggas plot/ When I cock my seventeen shot all that talk-talk gon� stop, watch (Pop! Pop! Pop...)/ You hate me now while I make my money, I�ll be back to deal with that later and I�m gon� slay ya simply cause you played me like a busta so I�m gon� fade you/ Ever since I was seven, nigga showed love to them streets, sho�nuff/ Ran with niggas, Mo! Thug, Mo! Thug/ When I walk the streets, I keep my hand on my ball' and I�m not just holdin� my nuts I�m tryin' to keep this pistol from fallin' fallin'/ We can�t stop the fire, fire...�cause we ain�t start the fire, fire, fire...
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line / Available Forces to Fight Promo
Contains an interpolation from Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire"