KRAYZIE BONE featuring Bone thugs-n-harmony:Thug Mentality 1999
Krayzie:
It`s 1999. Guess what? The muthafuckin` real thugs is in this muthafucka.
Oh, shit!
Krayzie:
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug always, -ways, -ways. Uh-huh,
uh-huh. Krayzie: Niggas look out. We in the muthafucka house. We in here now.
It`s goin` down, steppin` through the crowd, sippin` on Hen, and we get wild.
Niggas lookin` foul. If he even move and step like he hatin`--knock `em out. And
then keep stompin` his head in the ground, and drag `em out onto the dance
floor. Tell `em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we
beat bitches up out their britches to show `em how to tear up a club when they
be fuckin` with the thugs. Nigga, we come to party, but I`ll fuck up somebody,
but y`all ain`t feelin` me, is y`all `til one of these bullets split y`all, hit
y`all? If y`all thinkin` we some bustas or hoes or fags, then you should meet
us, see how fast we slash your ass. You wanna rumble? I`m sick of bein` humble,
give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it don`t
matter. I got somethin` for him and him, and then them niggas that you bring
back thinkin` you can win. Fuck your friends. Everybody talk that shit, nigga.
Oh, yeah I know it. But who gon` show it, and who the ho is? I bet `em a million
bucks it`s not us. Yeah, we might not get everybody. Somebody gon` get fucked
[fucked], fucked [fucked] up.
Flesh-n-Bone:
You wanna come test me now? Come, I say, come now challenge me, the realer, can
handle my business. I`m gonna finish, I gotta end this, I`m a diminish thee.
Come, follow my profits seeking gifts. It ain`t no stoppin` me. I gotta clock
cheese. T-H-U-G. Pop niggas, they D-E-A-D. Bet I`m thug, don`t test me block,
trust my dogs. Hit `em up with a left, right, spot `em with the beam. There`s
five trues of mine. What am I? A thug always. Remember the way they play back in
the day? Hit `em with AK, you`re made to hate me, baby. Whoo! We comin` to
really make y`all feel us. Remember that nigga, Eazy-E, labelled me and my trues
black nigga killas. Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swiggin`, lovin` bud,
and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don`t give a fuck
if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some
love.
Layzie Bone:
Gotdamn, it feel good to be a thugsta--gettin` high, smokin` weed all day. Ain`t
got to listen to no bitches and I`m disrespectin` laws, just doin` it the Bone
Thug way. Yeah, nigga, you got to be crazy, fuckin` with Layzie, and all these
Mo Thug killas. We them ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers. Feel us,
nigga, if you want. Ain`t nothin` but a high caffiene hit. We kickin` that raw
shit. Fuck the law, shit, been screamin` it for years. Ain`t no fear in my
heart, thanks to the Lord up above. And I got a grudge against the people that
judge, give `em no mercy, no love. Let me see you shoot that muthafucka, shoot
that nigga. Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin`, niggas spit that fire. We
don`t need no water, let this muthafucka burn, baby, and I know they hate me,
say lately, Layzie actin` shady. Hey, it`s the #1 Assassin [that`s me], they
just can`t understand. I fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, `cause I`m a
stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and
I don`t trust nann nigga. My mentality is thug, runnin` the streets sellin`
drugs, off this nigga gettin` buzzed, packin` heat off in the club. Nigga, what?
Nigga, what? They sayin` that Bone was split up. Niggas is jealous, tellin`
rumors and lies, can eat a dick up, nigga.
Wish Bone:
Nigga, stay real. Thugs get high. While you call yourself a thug, that`s how I
feel inside. And we don`t wanna hurt nobody, -body, but your fuckin` with us,
and we shootin` up the party. Even if we`re solo on some of that Bone shit we
sayin`, now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. Fuckin` with us is
like fuckin` with no condom. That`s dumb, better play with yourself. Nigga, I
ain`t the one. Ain`t a thang changed: niggas still the same--made a little
change, sendin` bullets to brain, fuck around, man. Nine millimeter, come and
get some, get some. Shoot `em with them hollows, `cause you know he`s got his
vest on. And you didn`t want it to come to this, did you? Fuckin` with them
thugs: them niggas roll through. If you really want some, run [Krayzie: you
better run], fuckin` with thug niggas--run, run.
Krayzie:
Yeah, and nigga, come on. We ready for combat, but y`all ain`t ready. Carry a
deadly machete, shred `em and stretched, now they human spag
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