lirik lagu krayzie bone - a thugga' level
big ballin’ b-tch like boss come thru like it ain’t no thang
paper chase, hustlin’ nothin’ changed
ask me again i’ll tell you the same
don’t hustle the fame n-gg-, muscle the game
put it down in the street for mine
24/7, stayin’ on the grind
for days and days i sh-ll at the cops
enough grenades to get at the block
i’m a drug smuggler
part b-tch, part thug, part hustla
you lift my crib and i’m touchin’ ya
no love for ya, draw blood from ya
’cause a n-gg- like you dreamin’ to boss
and you fiendin’ to floss and who pounds is flown
we’re bustin’ motherf-ckas with the black game
holdin’ them fiends
and lovin’ my crack
in the front got bud in the back
who can get more thugga than that?
from hookers and jacks
put the house up, b-tch, i’m bustin’ the gat
y’all n-gg-z always testing
gonna make me pull this wesson
if money ain’t the answer rephrase the question, dawg
big boss and krayzie bone is runnin’ up in your town
with an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols
y’all mad, we the real number oners
rollin’ like big, thugline nothin’ but runners
trouble boss, a double cross
a n-gg- named krray they good as dead
from the b-o-double, doin’ double time
and these tricks comin’ up to bread
we on some thugga sh-t
we on some other sh-t
that you ain’t f-ckin’ with
the thuggin’ don’t stop
and you can’t touch the clique
you know you love this sh-t
take it to what we spit
the thuggin’ don’t stop
we on some thugga sh-t
we on some other sh-t
that you ain’t f-ckin’ with
the thuggin’ don’t stop
and you can’t touch the clique
you know you love this sh-t
take it to what we spit
the thuggin’ don’t stop
i heard a silent motherf-cka creepin’ up from behind ya
bet ya didn’t think that i’d find ya, huh?
with a nine or pump your sh-t’ll be f-cked
and i ain’t even popped the godd-mn trunk
i bet they never saw a n-gg- bring the heat and be so cool
freeze everything, n-gg- don’t move
you can choose to be a fool and try to get away
but never make it out the room when the pump go, boom
f-ckin ’em up, scream “f-ck the world” while i cuff my nuts
real n-gg-z don’t lie, hit ’em in the mind
every time godd-mn we live
send ’em to the graveyard, who gonna save y’all?
matter of fact motherf-cka, who paid y’all?
you runnin’ up on them n-gg-z, you know gonna bust back?
take no more shorts f-ck that
pistol control, we roll streets so they all know
if they run up i’ll pop get your hand out my pocket
for the glock, glock shot ’em all on the floor
you dealin’ with some motherf-ckin’ real n-gg-z
thrill n-gg-z, we’ll kill n-gg-z if they wanna kill me
still runnin’ with the ak-47 ain’t sh-t changed
still got the same artillery
bust at them b-st-rds
me and boss steady breakin’ it off in they -sses
wanna see me get gl-sses
’cause i be all in your face but you walk right past us
but that let a n-gg-z know they don’t really wanna sw-ng them thangs
f-ckin’ wit them thugs, the thugs, the thugs, n-gg- the thugs, what?
we on some thugga sh-t
we on some other sh-t
that you ain’t f-ckin’ with
the thuggin’ don’t stop
and you can’t touch the clique
you know you love this sh-t
take it to what we spit
the thuggin’ don’t stop
we on some thugga sh-t
we on some other sh-t
that you ain’t f-ckin’ with
the thuggin’ don’t stop
and you can’t touch the clique
you know you love this sh-t
take it to what we spit
the thuggin’ don’t stop
bare witness to mrs. gangsta
we’re gun-toters, blunt smokers
big bank folders and high rollers
quick to burn off into toaster
for fun this b-tch judges wanna pose as gorilla
pimps, killers and soldiers roll
you don’t slip and we thought that we told ya
know what thug luv n-gg- to bone ya
they can run your sh-t and bend a corner
scatter and spread like mustard
jam them buzzards up and leave ’em smothered
quick friends gats find ya like bookie
and they down with me like fo’ flat
y’all n-gg-z got nuts, our n-gg-z got nuts
so we can go nut for nut, see who first to crack and split
like ya down like wipers
‘fore the motherf-ckin’ piper pay the b-tch
you motherf-ckas fin’ to feel it?
thugline put it down keepin’ it the real it
and i ain’t really trippin’ off these n-gg-z
they say they gonna get me yet they miss me
’cause i’ve been here n-gg-z thuggin’
waitin’ for you motherf-ckas to come bring it to me
f-ck waitin’ i’ma mingle with it
the nine millimeter and plenty more haters
if any more n-gg-z roll up put the cut i’m f-ckin ’em up
when i hit ’em with the pump don’t duck you gonna die
f-ck you, die, buck you, die
reload, unload one more time
hit him with the pump make sure he dead
he bled blood, we bail
ask me if a n-gg- prepared for war, h-ll yeah
we on some thugga sh-t
we on some other sh-t
that you ain’t f-ckin’ with
the thuggin’ don’t stop
and you can’t touch the clique
you know you love this sh-t
take it to what we spit
the thuggin’ don’t stop
we on some thugga sh-t
we on some other sh-t
that you ain’t f-ckin’ with
the thuggin’ don’t stop
and you can’t touch the clique
you know you love this sh-t
take it to what we spit
the thuggin’ don’t stop
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