KRAYZIE BONE - Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz Gangstaz lyrics

Krayzie bone feat mjg, 8ball, layzie bone:thug mentality 1999<br><br><br>Krayzie:<br>If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better get ready for<br>War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke.<br><br>Krayzie:<br>Took a trip out to texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can<br>Vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta<br>Give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. you<br>Get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know<br>These ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the realest<br>Niggas in the town. now look who's in the suave house, yes it's truly-yours,<br>Mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy,<br>Ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i<br>Still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked<br>Up with mjg, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me.<br>But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot that<br>Pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga<br>That did it was wearin' a leather face, and not to be played with. whatever you<br>Claim, you better get paid. shit.<br><br>Krayzie:<br>If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for<br>War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.<br><br>Mjg:<br>Who be i? the nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank<br>That he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it makes<br>You wonder why niggas be hatin'. they jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take<br>You under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin'<br>For ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up traps for rats<br>Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell 'em to bring it on, I comes<br>The hardest. mjg, pimp, runnin' with bone, dividin? the throne. regardless of<br>Niggas who stand in my path, I'm bringin' it on. recitin' the lyrical gift, the<br>Shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you're<br>Goin' too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, I breaks in half<br>Crook niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which<br>One's the ass? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know<br>That the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. you're<br>Thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the tech. look at the bullets, they rippin'<br>His vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to<br>Rest. I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that I got is the<br>Shit that I'm given. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen,<br>Smokin' the bud.<br><br>Krayzie:<br>If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for<br>War. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.<br><br>Layzie:<br>Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they<br>Couldn't win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now I'm in the wind,<br>500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack-10. wish trippin'<br>When I pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this<br>Pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. everybody I know<br>Out lookin' for a come up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive a<br>Thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly<br>Grudge. what? nigga we'll bust till the point of no return, I'm out here<br>Swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier<br>Claimin' mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle,<br>Uh-oh, they'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzle. I'm a<br>Go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real, give 'em a<br>Deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we<br>Marchin', ready for war, fuck the law, they ain't on our side. hell yeah, we can<br>Meet up at the district. I'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, I am so sick<br>Of oppression, shit ain't changed, little lay still stressin'. no question,<br>Clutchin' there no more weapon, 'cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and<br>Uh, you'll probably feelin? the sense of some danger, but I'm bringin' the sense<br>Of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and them suave house<br>Niggas. so, willin? and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . if<br>That's what it is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin'<br>Forgiveness. you know all I'm sayin? is, just don't fuck with me, man.<br><br>Krayzie:<br>If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you better get ready for<br>War. if you a hustla make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.<br><br>Eightball:<br>Yeah ... bone thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and mj-fuckin'-g. the<br>Realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin', bitch, this shit don't stop. you<br>Know what I'm talkin' 'bout? all over the muthafuckin' world and back again,<br>Bitch. space-age forever.