(ThugLine nigga.) Still be the nigga lingerin' dog and later we roll when I hit the weed to freeze my mental, keep me in control when I get to bombin' on them niggas, mobbin' on them bitches/ I kind of get the feelin' niggas is really tryin' to see me/ But nigga this choice of destination is yours/ And you would be doin' yourself a favor if you made it the morge/ Boy, I ain't your toy/ I'm a make niggas know it, if I got to pick up the gun and load it, drop the clip and reload it/ I''m a show this black ass of mine/ But niggas'll break out if I blast one time right at your ass, fuckin' stop/ Now why do niggas be actin' like they ain't gonna get tangled up with pitbul dog ass niggas that's ready to mangle somethin'/ Frontin' me finna get you nowhere or put to rest, we aim for your head/ Go ahead and come test/ I'll be the last motherfucker you try to contend with/ And this nigga rockin' the pistol your chin
LaReece
Why these niggas frontin' Kray? (Huh?) Like they don't know tha deal/ What goods a rollerthon nigga I dont think they caps are pealed/ Like I won't crack grills, like I won't pack steel/ Like I wouldn't ride fo' mine so bust that grill/ Bitches never had no love for me, smilin' in my face all the time steady hatin' tryin' to take my place/ They sayin' "That bitch is a bad bitch and she'd rather be gettin' cabbage then livin' lavish" Mad cause you had it/ So bust crack and it's positively no hope could fade me, if I had no dough, if I had no flow, and I wantin' ya'll bitches to know (C'mon) I'm different while I suckin' dick, you the pro, ho
Boss
Oh, I watch the ends thats on my feet/ If I, hit a ho-nigga while he snitch/ If I get the G's nigga and I creep/ If I shoot, ya reload/ So flip my shit and come back discreet if I'm close to defeat/ Wipe my bottom lips, take my Syn and get to scrappin'/ If it's on then it's on/ Now this shit is crackin' up, you know we tell them niggas "Back that ass up" You heard it in that last shit/ I'm here to say we've had enough/ Ya'll the dawgs, we gon bust or what? Keep smilin' from hustlin' from in the streets/ From ballin' in the streets, this time homie we playin' for keeps, ain't shit free, you know me/ And you better believe, only what you see/ Never was discreet/ Nevrt was there/ In the streets, and that's how shit be/ Nobody gets near from here/ Make sure you see us, you know we bring fear but it's on ya/ You can go to hell cause we here we bring the real, you know the deal we kill at will
Young Dre
This is a petition for violent men, eyes wide open, silence them/ Comin' to find again, you bastards start it all again/ We masters in fighin' styles, drunken thuggin'/ Declare martial law, assassins comin' to kill somethin'/ Live and die by it, I claim the code/ And arrive me a nigga with the bank you know/ Hit 'em all fast so it's murda mo'/ Meet the reaper, now take my hand cause we goin' home; Victim of circumstance/ Hit the militia with merceneries of the thug playa/ Got the prescion with the blueprints/ We T-H-U-G's cut 'em up automatically/ Strategize, seven signs with me, seven fold (Some shit.)
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line (2000-2001)