Yeah, I'm feelin' that shit. This is for them motherfuckers out there (Hustlin') For the gangstas, the thugs, tha playas, the pimps, the hustlas, whatever the fuck you is nigga. Keep (Hustlin') It's goin down nigga. Krayzie Bone up in this motherfucker. Forever (Hustlin') Yeah, you better pay attention, get your dividends, nigga (Hustlin')
Krayzie Bone
Nigga, see Krayzie fresh out the penitentiary/ Second strike, and never get caught up again, I'm facin' 25 to life/ So now when I'm walkin' I'm takin' caution; Test cause it's dangerous/ Nigga can't be out here takin' no strippin, need some change or somethin'/ Struttin' my ass back down to the hood, my niggas'll never put me on, that's my family, then my friends, but in the end I was wrong/ Niggas actin' like they don't even know me (Oh yeah?) Bitch you the reason I went to fuckin' prison, so nigga don't act like you don't fuckin owe me/ Fuck it, you know what? Suck my dick nigga, I'm a come up by myself/ And niggas they better be in by dark, cause I'ma be robbin' them by twelve/ Dip to my Momma's House, say "Momma I'm home, I'm out but I can't stay long. I just came by to get my chrome and I'm gone." Puffin' the blunt that's dipped in water, as I stand on the corner waitin' for night to fall, when it fall shit won't be pretty ya'll/ Never try to play me, hear what I said? (Hear what I said?) If I'm jokin or ya dreamin' when ya wake up dead
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Shot that nigga (He dead he dead he dead, he won't be comin' back no more he dead, dead...) That nigga...) Dropped that nigga (He dead he dead he dead, he won't be comin' back no more he dead, dead....) That nigga...) Shanked that nigga (He dead he dead he dead, he won't be comin back no more he dead, dead...) That nigga...) Dropped that nigga (He dead he dead he dead, he won't be comin' back no more he dead)
Krayzie Bone
I'm gonna to have to take your life, if you niggas don't cooperate and drop your llello (Clack clack!) I'm gonna have to take your life, if you niggas don't cooperate and gimme your bankroll/ This is a Sti-sti-stick 'em up! Bitch, get 'em up, homeboy gimme some/ And the first nigga run; The first motherfucker this gun gon' stun/ I need the money to blow the weed, and these jewerly please, your keys and that Cadillac is comin' with me (I said comin' with me) Went to jail for bitch ass niggas like yourself (Yeah) when I'm up off that cell souless so I ain't good for your health/ Cause I'm finna work it to death/ Slit or twist ya wrist, sa'll can cause ya death/ Deadliest nigga you ever lay, know how much you niggas pay/ Lay niggas on the dirt, get 'em dirty/ And I got one nickel for two hundred and thirty fuckin' rocks, was it worth it? And one of them niggas that cashed that Versacie, he was nervous like "Have mercy on me, please" Bitch nigga give up your cheese
-Chorus-Krayzie-
Krayzie Bone
Cock cock fo' fo' let it all blow, shake ya pockets free the profit before I go/ This is for the hos before I go/ Thanks for the bank nigga (Cause I was low) Stick 'em up (Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up) Ya stick 'em up (Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up) Ya stick e'm up (Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up) Ya stick 'em up (Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up) Ya stick 'em up (Stick 'em up, stick 'em up, stick 'em up)
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line (2000-2001)