MO THUGS

MO THUGS - Souljah Boy lyrics

We low down, we low down....

Yeah (yeah) (yeah), Krayzie Bone up in this mothafucka (up in this mothafucka), up in this

mothafuckin nigga (my mothafuckin

nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to shut you hoes down ('bout to shurt you hoes down). You know what it

is, Mo Thug clique rollin

too damn thick, nigga. What you hoes wanna do? (Ride, die. Die die). Yeah, one ah these nigga,

one ah these nigga, one ah

these

Chorus

We low down, low down dirty shame, niggaz actin strang, catch a clip to tha fuckin brain (put'em

up, put'em up)

(repeat)

Souljah Boy

Souljah Boy, off in this mothafucka, piece to point tha bitch may suckaz, thinkin they got enough

heat to rush us. I'm ah dust

ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz gonna die, don't ask me why, but still I try. With tha

vibe that I be gettin

makin wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha fuckin wide, be wide. You hoes wanna find me

my nigga Layzie Bone up

pine trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin back, get you some ah that, shit you smokin, get me gigged

up, hit it up, hit it up, I'm

straight loke, and I'm hopin ah, that all ah yall (all ah yall) bustaz got time to play, my nigga,

Tombstone, Krayzie Bone quickin

round yo way

Chorus

Krayzie

You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in ah coffin, and that's where they lay, nigga wanna roll, tha

Bone'd get chrome,

(put'em in and rip'em out) that how we play ay. Murder dem niggaz that's plottin around me, holla

boy toppin yo body, nigga

fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. Nigga what you gonna do,

when tha mothafuckin

thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to catch that skuzie, nigga fiend to shoot tha po po

too, and we do. Runnin wit

da nigga wit his finger on tha trigger, but I catch him and fill him wit ammunition. Hit'em wit tha bullet

and ah rippin, and to get

cha, they miss'em, hey. We down foe tha swang and no fakin, detain'em, we quick wit tha fucka,

you up on my, gauages and

uzzies and 357's, we load'em and shoot foe yo head, you die. Niggaz they betta not test me, Leather

Face, quick when they

pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. Respect dem Clair playaz, bitch

Chorus

Souljah Boy

I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm swift betta empty my clip, you outta beat an ass with fast as safety

mine, neva soldiaz 'bout

to rip, ya lit, get hit, cuz I split, wit yo shit, ain't worried bout a nigga tellin, yellin mothafuckin thangs,

as all you (soldiaz)

bitches, rollin ya spliff. Cuz I'll shift, wit my grip, off into a whole new level

Krayzie

Knockin wit mic let cha know ya damn wrong, damn wrong....Rest in peace, and seem to been

creepin up on me latey, fuck'n,

let's all go crazy, sell we daily, gettin we red lay, my thugstaz, love when we buck pump, put'em on

tha ground fuck'em.

Krayzie release dem shells, I say say fucka let's all go to hell. Cuz I got my money, my pistol, my

reefa, neva forget my thugs,

what. Hey, we slay, we spray

Souljah Boy

We pray, everyday, but still I see, that you and me, just don't

mix, so I grab my grip. I'm ah kill ya

clique, that's tha end ah this

shit. So don't you eva, in ya mothafuckin life try to test me, it's

neva like Rambo, wit this bullet proof

vest and wit a knife, you

betta respect me. Or we'll complete twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo

bitch get's knifed just like Lesley,

don't test me, don't press

me, Krayzie Bone pumpin up they chest, g

Yeah, nigga. Yeah, hoe ass niggaz. Yall mothafuckaz ain't ready foe

this mothafuckin real thug shit.

You niggaz ain't ready.

Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit down (shut'n shit down).

Completely down (completely

down). You hoes didn't know

(you hoes didn't know). Huh? You gotta recognize. St. Clair

Wastland, nigga. Fuck yall niggaz, stall

nigga. Yeah. (Wasteland,

wasteland, wasteland) Hoe ass mothafuckaz, bitches, I'm ready to

kill'em. Soldiaz, we on gank. Can

you feel that? Can you

feel that?

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