Doesn�t it feel good to see us make money?/ Feel good, like everyday�s sunny?/ Feel good to see us taking off?/ Doesn�t it feel good to see us ball?/ And they can�t take it from us at all/ And if you agree that we won�t fall, sing, �la da di da da di da di da di da�
-Krayzie-
Back at�cha, it�s the thug with the most, droppin� more thuggish ruggish on ya/ Krayzie keepin� it flamin�, so indeed, it�s fire for ya/ Water, don�t need none, let it burn/ Let it be known that it�s my turn, let �em turn, be concerned with these words I got/ Whatever they saying about the Line, we better kill �em, just �cause I got up and I got mine don�t mean I�m trippin/ Really left niggas behind to handle business, they don�t understand I�m in it to win it/ Thug, out with a crowd full of criminals and killers, so pump your fists if ya feel it/ Hear me/ We in it to keep it the realest, with my regime, Thugline team, comin� to kill somethin/ Close to thirty million sold and still thuggin�, still strugglin/ Wussup with Bone?� Got to keep it real, so I tell �em, I don�t know/ Can�t think of no more excuses when niggas don�t show/ We came up from poor, and i�m not going back to broke/ No!
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-Krayzie-
For the love of money, I keep it funky/ Just thuggin� back down in the ghetto/ Sleep in the p.j.s, they love me so I give �em love back, by keeping it real, giving �em shit that they can feel, like hustlin�, need more than a mill/ Like how to make it on these streets and not be killed �fore you get grown/ Let a nigga go on �cause he chose to live his life wrong/ All I know is life is already short, and you can bring your non-existance closer if ya want/ Trust me, ya don�t, nigga, live on/ Get ya thug on (Your thug on)/ Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your buzz on (Buzz on)/ But most of all you gotta stay sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix/ That go for anything you do, illegal or legit, I don�t trip/ I shake a hater to the side/ Devil ass nigga.� Always fuckin� up my vibe/ That�s right, now, nigga/ You done meet Krayzie Bone, you ain�t met Leathaface, and I don�t think you wanna, tho/ No ...
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-Krayzie-
My nigga, cover your ears and fuck what you heard, �cause it�s �bout they bullshit they be talkin/ Why niggas in my business like they my bitches, got me hot (So hot, hot, hot, hot)/ Run up, touch me, get burned, nigga/ Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, dropped (What?)/ Chicken-head bitch from Miami said we was runnin� when the war popped/ Hoe stop/ You don�t know nann nigga rollin� with me/ What shit you puff?�My niggas hold down the beat/ For most of them niggas, they want peace when we meet/ Like we ain�t been hearin� what they be sayin� on the streets, so we gotta bring the heat/ Speak if you want to, but keep it to a mumble/ Speak louder than a whisper, oh, and we gon� get�cha/ Y�all don�t know me, ain�t that what I told �em? (Told em)� Hope they knowin� these pistols real�s that we toat, jokin/ Naw, nigga, we for real in the field/ Believe what you want, but you suckas know the deal
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Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line