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Put it on y'all...(*X4*)
We the survivors, the hustlers Thugsters, the riders, runnin' up on busters Surprise 'em with guns and knuckles They bound to be broke buckled Been down before thuggish ruggish Come around with my motherfuckers And crowd keep it bumpin' lovely This money do wonders for me You know me from Bone Thugs, so show me some Bone love My roadies has strong nuts, drink forties and smoke blunts Still, I'm givin' up shots To the St. Clair Thugs in the Glock, Glock For the niggas on hot-blocks Bustin' back at the cops boy You can't stop me, I'm up in your shit like paparazzi Competition is sloppy Opposition not even worthy got me pumpin' Krayzie be dumping, Wrappin up bloody bodies Me never knew one that could fuck wit the tongue We comin' to shoot up your posse Shoot up your posse, You're dealin with trill niggas If it comes to it real killas On the road to this meal ticket My pistol is still with me, them lyrics is still wicked And niggas is still trippin', and talkin' shit after this one We gon' get up in that grill, hear me
Won't think no more Won't speak no more Won't beef no more, once we put it on y'all Won't think no more Won't speak no more Won't beef no more, once we put it on y'all
Ever since I complete my mission Ten years and they still listenin' When you see me you know me But excuse me don't fuck with no bitch niggas Heads blown, heads gone, if they step in Bone We let 'em know, straight from the do', just where we comin' from Let it go and reload, if you need some mo' let 'em know There's mo', we split it, gon' pull it No matter them thugs gon' get with ya killa Day time or at night when your kissin' baby night-night You can die, rock-a-bye, got thugs but they ain't leaders We thugs for a fuckin' reason Scuffed up, fucked up, leave 'em in the mud That's how you gotta leave 'em, body bags No trash bag, they pickin' up the pieces Niggas is hungry Dogg, they flossin' so get 'em y'all Got bitches that want it too Straight up thuggin' to get you That Gucci, that bling ooh, got em doing what niggas do They will murder y'all, send 'em up in there, and then we rush all y'all That's thugster shit, that's how we roll
Won't think no more Won't speak no more Won't beef no more, once we put it on y'all Won't think no more Won't speak no more Won't beef no more, once we put it on y'all
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