Where my thugs at? This is for tha soldiers in the ghettos and the projects all across tha world (Thugline) Let us thugs unite (yeah) That�s right, you gotta stick together ya'll. C'mon.
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It's so rough, it's so tough out here baby... (Some of us workin� 9 to 5 gotta make your ends meet... Some of us out on the block thuggin� watchin� fo' the cop, cop, cop, cops...)
-Krayzie Bone-
One-thousand-nine hundred-ninety nine is over; We made it! Trooped it like true soldiers and hoped that we could find Jehovah/ Can�t believe it, but a nigga still breathin� so we gon' have a celebration, wake up! This evenin� 2000 bouncin� lots of wilin�/ I�m just glad that me and my dogs made it on through here/ Shed a few tears cuz some of my niggas ain't make it/ See all of my niggas could not shake Satans' curse, so baby they left there in a hearse (hearse... hearse...) Let�s take a moment of silence (shhh) And you think you still here and you ain't became that victim of violence (but I...) Done fell in so much dirt I thought fo' sho' I�d be a goner, but I guess I was blessed clever enough to beat the corner/ If you alive and survivor nigga bust (Buck! Buck!) Pour out some liquor for niggas no longer with us, we still miss ya (miss ya) And we gone keep on doin� our thang, and keep your memory in tha brain and maintain; It�s thug luv!
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-Krayzie Bone-
Oh I done been around the world and I seen many thugs; Black and white, boys and girls, people pumpin� they fist up/ It�s niggas every where stuck in tha hood man, it ain't a good thang/ Cuz niggas ain't eatin� like they should/ Cant' Sleep everytime we think we finna get up strong enough on our feet here come the police and a case we can�t beat/ But that�s the streets, you live and don�t play by tha rules/ And you betta stick and move, hit the fences/ We livin� proof, truth/ If ya look into the eyes of a ghetto survivor you can see all these troubles/ And this thang ain't endin� everythin' goin� on in this world/ Daddy can�t feed the kiddies, he been feelin� kinda shitty 'bout that/ So what he gon do bout that? Go and get the pump, pump, pump, pump, pump and go and get him some, some, some, some/ Cuz you could say he out there doin' his thang but he failed to keep it sane and maintain; He fucked up (fucked up, fucked up�)
-Chorus-
-Krayzie Bone-
You got to keep strugglin' (Strugglin)/ You got to keep hustlin� if ya want somethin�/ You never stop strugglin' (Strugglin)/ Cuz if you stop hustlin� you will get nothin�/ And I�m gon' make my money, money, money/ If it means I gotta take my money, money, money/ Ain't this world crazy? It�s crazy/ Congratulations if you make it/ And we gon dedicate it to all of ya'll; East, West, North, South/ Nigga all my dogs, keepin� it thuggish and real and thuggin� it still smokin� bud on the hill/ And I love it it�s trill shit/ We tryin' to make it all the way to the top/ It don�t stop until the profit in my pocket/ Crept and came up cuz I was doin� my thang even though it�s all the same I maintain; It�s thug luv
