Mo Thugs - Souljah boy
Tekst :
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?
Mo Thugs - Did he really wanna
Tekst :
It s the art, art of war, art of war
It s the art, art of war, art of war
It s the art, art of war, art of war
It s the art, art of war, art of war
We gotta blast them
(Chorus)
Did he really wanna, did he really wanna,
did he really wanna commit that crime?
Was really ready, was he really ready,
was he really ready to do that time?
Did he really wanna, did he really wanna,
did he really wanna commit that crime?
Was really ready, was he really ready,
was he really ready to do that time?
Ya ll didn t anticipate a downfall, a downfall
Ya ll wasn t ready to take that downfall, downfall
Ya ll didn t anticipate a downfall, a downfall
Ya ll wasn t ready to take that downfall, downfall
Nigga s get paid, niggas flip paid
War crimes in a court they hang
In a court for slang
25 years of my life never seen a light
Was it worth that?
Is you sure black?
Did you look him in his eyes when you laid the man down
Five rounds
Well I ll kill for self greed
Caught self defeat eternal death inside out you rot
Take a life, give a life, you don t owe me squat
Please Lord nigga don t cry now
Don t snitch now, don t run
You was tough with the gun let s fight with time
Let s explore the time with the Smith of Death cuz you could get rep
Take a deep breath cuz you dyin in here
Ain t no love in here
It s concrete when I open when you sleep
A done deal, they got us fucked for real we lifers
Ain t no more selling case do it your own ways
We programmed niggas to kill what we love
Our motherfucking self
(Chorus)
They didn t anticipate a downfall, downfall
They wasn t ready to take that downfall, downfall
All the niggas better not move, it s a jack move bitch
Give me the watch that s on your wrist so I m a empty out my clip
Put the keys down nigga, on your knees now bitch
Put the gun on the mob, on the lady where ya standin
(...?...)
All I could hear was the silence when they tell ya ll blowin
Ain t nobody knowin I m a killa on the run livin paranoid
Sometimes I can t trust my own homeboys
Scary in the night time, blurry in the daylight
We in the world well niggas don t play right
A nigga don t play fight, we seek and destroy
Tell the troop to keep it real for the girls and boys
On a mission for the lost souls
We ll meet you at the crossroads
My third eye nigga
Blurred eye open plenty dough
So I m a target, hottest thug on the market
Gimme a blunt and I m a spark it
Our misery is darkness bitch
(Chorus)
You didn t anticipate a downfall, downfall
You wasn t ready to take that downfall, downfall
Lil nigga didn t really wanna catch a felony case
Post outside store waited for the shift to change
Could ve told you right now, went against the grain
Put a mask over features stop wanted and heated
Make a dash for the cash and duck 211 on the (?)
Got me stackin up the crop see me long as fuck
Don t call my bluff, get our chips up
Count two G s bag check cuz robbin ain t workin for me
Jack of all trades master of none
Could ve took more time in a cell
Nigga (..?..) pack guns for sport
adrenaline straight bustin out to hit the door
Where s the getaway car?
Headed back to the hood on the humble arrest, chips (?) like caffiene
(?) strapped with an uzi all day
Lay you bitches to rest
(Chorus)
They didn t anticipate that downfall, downfall
They wasn t ready to take that downfall, downfall
What you niggas thought, ya ll can disrespect the clique?
What you niggas you think Menenski is a motherfucking trick?
Shoot a nigga up
Naw wet a nigga up
Putting a nigga in the trunk is always real with me
Killa s roll with me
Hit the fuck and the Remy you better be feeling me
Cause nigga s be killing me
My nigga s be buck wild and I be filed since a juvenile
Nigga I got too many styles
I got to be fast nigga didn t see these niggas running off in the back
You hear my tongue on this track, now see his lungs from his back
Cause he was sprung off the rack
He didn t come with a strap
Old dumb ass cat we run it up in him perfect contenders
Six feet deep or facing a sentence either way it s endless
Square our bizness
Bitch niggas last minute begging for forgiveness
Bitch trying to think of a faster way to end this
See he didn t really wanna get his self in the shit he was in
Grab his drags his monkey ass through the Benz
Make one example I won t describe
To let these niggas know we re for real about our ends, our ends
(Chorus)
They didn t anticipate that downfall, downfall
They wasn t ready to take that downfall, downfall
Mo Thugs - No pretender
Tekst :
[Krayzie Bone]
We no surrender
We no pretender
We bang bang
[Jhaz]
Yeah
No surrender, no pretender
II Tru my crew come thick
Family behind us
You don t wanna see this Mo Thug clique
To swift to be faded
Just hated by them foes
Throw blows, bow down hoes
Mo Thug handle this like pros
I m too cold
Never catch me slippin muthafucka set up
II Tru to my dyin day
Rollin with AJay
Mo Thug love nigga what
You got your blue suit
You got your nine
But if you pop one time
My trues comin back uptight and I m a end mine
I m nothin but
One of the best females
Pumpin in your ear
Fillin the air with nothin but potent ass bud smells
[Tombstone]
We strapped with Bone hit the deck
On the worst of the wreck
Strapped with the .38 and TEC
Hey man how we love them TEC s
Ain t gotta dump em
But when we find the muthafuckin snitch
Lynch em
Head straight for the ditch
Victims say we got a snake to snitch
Goin to the cut so we can break the bitch
How you want the nigga
Red on on this blue suit fried
When he died we showed the nigga he could never ride
Or fuck with the souljahs
That glide on the Clair side
Runnin with gauges
Flippin your pages
Fuck the cages
Shoulda known not to fuck with the thugs all militant
Hell yeah we chill but we ill to defence of livin
Still can t help the way we roll
In the land so cold
Eveybody s singin the devil s song along the road
[Boogy Nikke]
I m takin the lives of all them seargents, lieutenants we pin this
How far are you willing to go
When you test us we test nuts boy
Better part the sea and pin the scriptures we read em
Gotta get em where it hurt
Gotta get their kids first
Now my subject be the envy in me
I m wantin your soul to burn in hell
And dwell and tell the past who put you there
Your family was soon to follow
As I complete my intro on your people
God bless the children though
It was business never personal
Better pray to the Lord for your soul
Run away through the tunnel of the light
Can you see me see me
[Krayzie Bone]
Boy you better believe it
Your people fin to feel it
When the coffin top drop the box lock shut
Toss em in the back of the hearse
And I wish I could watch the cop s crooked body rott
And thugs will all in time
Takeover the world
Collect the minds of all the little girls and boys
And pearls to a another dimension
Where really is just us fuck the system
Is ya feelin me now
Cause I ain t got time
To be fuckin with the street weak leakin mind
You know it s cool to be thuggin on 99
I parlay break bustas and niggas that s on the grind
Niggas tryin to creep up on ah come up
But I betcha nigga come my way you sprayed
You knew we was real
We really do smoke blunts
We do all our own stunts
Fuck cops a whole bunch
So they wanna die
So we fin to kill em
Hit the copper chop em up with the M-11
Now feel the pain
We the T-H-U-G be fuckin souljah
Niggas is sure we got the real shit for ya
Never respect em ready to blow em out ya town now
Come on y all we take a pow pow
That gauge that gauge we spray they lay they lay
What a wonderful day
Get up buck and fuck em on up
When they pull you to side and they tryin to put the cuffs on
That s the perfect time to get it pump
Then you reach up in the glove
Hold your breath then get ya buss on
Let em feel the round
Or hear the sound
Of the twelve gauge eruption
Destruction we ve made
Now the peelin is through and we got your pay
[Krayzie Bone]
We no surrender
We no pretender
We bang bang