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| Thugline Lyrics |
 
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Krayzie:
Still be thuggin' with
the thugs, thugs, with the thugs.
[Pump your fists and scream Mo!
All my niggas with the Thugline, Thugline.]
Ain't a damn thing changed,
damn thing changed, changed.
[Pump your fists and scream Mo!
All my niggas with the Thugline, Thugline.]
And if you niggas wanna get some,
get some. Count me down for your thing.
Muthaf**k y'all niggas hatin' on me, hatin' on me.
No no, got the green, but I been swolled out, so f**k
them crooked,
crackhead po-pos. Kickin' down doors on our goals,
don't forget them (?). Keep business to myself,
'cause it's best if no one
knows. I trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas
either. Try to take my weed, I got more power than
She-Ra. Dirty South
diva, I rise like Mya. My high starts comin' down, I
smoke some more and I get higher. La, la, la--that be
this weed and this
that fire. Gotcha makin' news, 'cause I'm live like
a wire. I never share a thai, ya keep passin' me them
thangs. Just get 'em
with that heat to they mouth like some wings.
Straight out Decatur, (?) some cheese and f**k the
fame. Straight out Decatur,
you got drama? You know my name. Now close your
eyes and listen to (?) rhyme. You got five, I got
five. Let's go get a
dime.
A-T-L, I got to do somethin' to get my point heard.
I put my pen down, and let the folks hear my words.
Don't call me no
joker. Don't call me a nerd, 'cause I be goin'
deeper than the others you heard. 'Cause this ain't
in your head, bumpin' in your
head knockin'. I keep the brothers jockin', even
though they guns be knockin'. Gotta block it, throw
my hands up and we're
(?) up a brawl. Talkin' all that nonsense, not
bein' heard by me at all. Niggas in y'all drawers, I
rise but my name's not Mya,
and I's a tight female. Don't need smoke to get you
higher. I'm beg ya for attention, well I beg to
differ. They nervous when
I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer. I plot by
myself, my thoughts are dangerous. You gotta be
lyrically tight if you wanna hang
with us. Can't sit on my ass, when I know I must be
heard. My pen's been put down and now my mouth has
been heard.
Nigga . .
.
Krayzie:
So you can go bring anything you want to. We do do
this however whenever you want to, or we can act the
fool if that's what
you want do, 'cause real
niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
['Cause if you want
it, you know I got it.]
So you can bring anything you want to. We do do
this however whenever you want to, or we can act the
fool if that's what
you want do, 'cause real
niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
['Cause if you want
it, you know I got it.]
Yeah, Little Miss Mama Passion steppin' at ya niggas.
I know how to react and be the one who peepin' out
them playa haters
in the back. And I'm attackin', saggin', yes and I'm
relaxin' when I'm high. Krayzie Bone and Relay done
hooked up this shit,
'cause my, my, my, Relay is comin' round the corner.
Better run for cover, or you're gonna be goner. I
told you nigga. We
doin' this shit to get richer quicker, not
pullin' triggers, hypnotizin' niggas like--rest in
peace--Notorious BIG, nigga.
Tell me blow out any rapper and in a heartbeat I
would, snappin' the baddest when I rhyme, and Relay up
to no good. In fact,
you should value this beat. And in this rap game it
seems ain't no other four, because we straight out
bust out the scene straight
out Decatur way, it's greater, and it can't get no
better, unless you headed through downtown Atlanta to
go make some
chedder. In every way and everyday, you hear these
girls bust a rap, or rhyme, or flow, or just whatever
you may call, we gon'
snap,
snap.
Cleveland and A-T-L, done hooked up. This shit is
buck, so nigga, what? Krayzie gotta bust, Krayzie
gotta bust, Krayzie
gotta bust,
Krayzie gotta bust.
Krayzie:
Now you know we can get high [high, high], so high
[so high]--that's my thang. Mr. Sawed-Off
Leatherface--the name. Thug
is what I claim. Stayin' away from all these
lames, and these playa haters steady inflictin'
pressure on the brain. But my
mentality can't be faded--I play it so f**kin'
smooth. I got my mind just like chess, and I
concentrate on every move. And
every move that they broke, we break 'em. Believe
me, that's why so many niggas fall off for flossin'
and goin' against they
boss, man. Too many chiefs and no Indians. So when
I roll, I'm mostly solo, and I know that fo'-fo' stay
mighty close. Just
touch on my door, ho--you'll be greeted by heaters,
millimeters. Pop, pop, pop, pop. Mo Thug mothership
presents: Thugline
niggas, Bone thugs-n-harmony, still live niggas, and
I got my troopers suited and ready. Relay, up in this
muthaf**ka marchin',
marchin', marchin', marchin, bombin' on bitches.
People be sayin', and if you think we playin, run up
and take your chance to
die--it's in your hands. Blow for blow, we let these
muthaf**kas know. They know--whether they male or
female, I don't roll
with no
ho.
So you can go bring anything you want to. We do do
this however whenever you want to, or we can act the
fool if that's what
you want do, 'cause real
niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
['Cause if you want
it, you know I got it.]
So you can bring anything you want to. We do do
this however whenever you want to, or we can act the
fool if that's what
you want do, 'cause real
niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
['Cause if you want
it, you know I got it.]
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