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Ken Dawg
Playa In Me

Let me lean on in yo mind, hit you one time, see here's Ken. Rollin off
this Hen, I got to do this shit again foe these niggaz, who didn't Ken was
bringin work but now I got ya eyes open now, busta stay alert, prefer, to
smoke that hitta, yeah, weed slit I'll take two hits and pass, cuz it's
that two head ah quitta. Did I hear busta hate me, cuz I got he's
violatin, while I got playaz all around, in my face fakin my stinkin
before ah fake playa, no, and I ain't. I can't do that type ah sucka shit,
cuz I'm 'bout bank. Rollin wit ah clique, dat straight puttin it down,
playa get ya smoke on, to that Mo Thug sound, right

Chorus
Nothin but tha playa in me, it's nothin but tha playa in me
(4X)

Ya heard me puttin it down, from tha C town, playa we heatin niggaz, I
roll wit ah clique ah playaz we're real street, figures beat, hustlaz down
if you ain't got my paper and if it's no more 'ttention to payin me, I
might have to fade ya, that's real. So go one and take it foe what it's
worth, playa hatin fellaz on tha outskirts. Mad, I'm nigga, then came up 
and did his thang, now tha topic of conversation is Ken Dawg man, playa,
if you lookin and I'm gon' give you p'z, I wish all of tha playa hataz
would follow me, rollin high, passin by, my mind was fly, that stress is
far behind, and don't ask why. I'm Ken Dawg, my brothaz, don't I'm tryin
to deal, every time I hit ya, I'm spittin real shit, real hit, so yall, go
on and relax, and yall step back, and let tha cadillacs ride

Chorus

It's nothin but tha playa in me, at all times, I'm floatin through tha
city and I'm droppin 25. I know yall feel me, don't spill the Henesy, cuz
then you gon' have to see me. Nah I can't get like that, about no drank,
but I can get like that, about my bank, and I be sayin shit, to make this
niggaz flip their script, head tha hit, and that must have been it, I'm in
it, to win it, don't be P O'n on me. Rollin through this madness, all
lonely, niggaz actin phoney, don't be like them regular competetors,
stressin 'bout them tricks, on tha regular, I'm Ken Dawg, I'm doin it to
ya right (right), every time I put it down it's all tight (it's all
tight), we all high (we all high), lit up lit up lit up, so go one and get
yo hands up, nigga what?

Chorus
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Mo Thug Family
No Pretender

Damn man, I see all them mothafuckin police, dogg. Mothafuckaz comin down
here, dogg, fa real. They only way down this mothafucka, now I'm gon'
serve them mothafuckaz. It's on like ah mothafucka, dogg, I'm tellin ya.
It ain't down. They gettin tha...Comin on dogg, they gettin tha....shit!
Pull tha shit. Damn. Here dey come, dogg, here dey come

Krayzie
It's gon' be that, you know? Hell yeah, gimme that mothafucka, man (let's
get ready for these mothafuckaz). These bitches and niggaz, shit. Let's
take they mothafuckin head off, right here, though, it's on. Aight, nigga
i'm tryin to load this mothafucka. Damn, nigga, it's comin off. It's on.
It's on. What's up? What's up, mothafucka (you mothafucka, fuck you,
get up)

Chorus
(gimme some back up) (this way, that way) We no surrender, we no
pretender, we bang bang (8x)

Jhaz (from II Tru)
Get right surrenda, no pretenda, II Tru, my crew come thick. Family behind
us, you don't wanna see this Mo Thug clique, too swift to be faded, just
hated by them foes, throw blows, bow down, hoes, Mo Thug ghetto this life
crawls, I'm too cold. Neva catch me slippin, mothafucka set up. II Tru to
my dyin day, rollin wit A.J. , Mo Thug love, nigga what. You got yo blue
suit, yo got yo nine, but if you pop one time, my true's comin back up
tight and I'm ah end minds eye. Nothin, but, one ah tha best females,
pumpin in yo hear, fillin tha air, wit nothin but potent ass bust males

Tombstone (from Graveyard Shift)
We strap wit Bone and ah dick, on tha what's of tha rank, strapped wit ah
38 and tech hey man, how we love them techs, ain't gotta dump 'em. But
when we find tha mothafuckin snitch, lynch him, head straight foe tha
ditch, victim, see we gotta snake tha snitch, goin to tha cut so we can 
brake ah bitch. How you wanna tha nigga red on his blue suit, fryed when
he die, let's show tha nigga he could neva ride or fuck wit tha soldiaz,
they glide, on tha Clair side runnin wit guages, flippin ya pages, fuck
tha cages, should ah known not to fuck wit tha thugs them militant. Hell
yeah, we chill, but we ill to tha sense of livin. Still can't help tha way
we roll, in tha land so cold, everybody singin tha devil song along tha
road

Boogie Nikke (from Poetic Hustlaz)
I'm takin tha lives of all them seargents, luitenants, we pin this. How
far, while you runnin to go, when you test us, we test nuts, boy. Betta
part tha sea and pin tha scriptures, we're breathin. Gotta get'em where it
hurt, gotta get their kids first, I'm ah sell then beat tha envy in me.
I'm wantin yo soul to burn in hell and dwell until tha past they beat you
there. Yo family was sold to follow, as I complete my into, on yo people.
God bless tha chilren though, it was business neva personal, betta pray to
tha Lord foe yo soul on tha way through tha tunnel of tha light, can you
see me, see me

Krayzie
Boy you betta me, tru people, fiendin, feelin when they cough and top
drop, their box lock shot. Toss'em in tha back ah tha hearse, and I wish I
could watch tha cops' crooked body rottin. Thugs, wit all them time
(time). Take over tha world, collect tha mind, all tha nigga boys and
girls and pearls to anotha dimension, but it really is just us, fuck tha
system. It's ya, feel'em and ah, cuz I ain't got time, to be fuckin wit
street week leak in mine. And always cool to be thuggin on 99, my
parlay be bustin tha niggaz that's on tha ground. Niggaz try to creep up
on ah come up, but I betcha nigga come my way, you sprayed, you knew he
was real, we really do smoke blunts, we do all tha old stuff, fuck cops a
whole bunch. So they wanna die, so we fiend to kill'em at tha cut, we chop
him up wit tha m-11, I feel tha pain, we get de guage you g be, fuckin
soldia, niggaz is sho', we got tha real shit foe ya. Neva respect'em ready
to blow'em out tha town now, come one yall, we take a pow pow dey guaged,
dey guaged, we spray, dey lay dey lay, what a wonderful day. But get up,
buck, we fuck'em on up, when they pull ya to tha side and they try to put
tha cuffs on. That's ah perfect time to get it, pump, then you reach up in
tha glove foe ya 'posed and get ya bust on. Let'em feel tha round or hear
tha sound of tha 12 guage eruption, destruction we made. Now tha playa
gets do, and we got yo pay, yo pay

Chorus
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Graveyard Shift
Rumors & War

Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe that infantry If I lay me down to
sleep, I'd die foe that SCT Mo Murda's jumpin on that Clair side, foe that
late night (rumors and war) Just cannot fuck wit them soldiaz
(repeat)

Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha trigger just slipped up on'a my
finger tips, now anotha nigga dead, cuz tha 'lair speak foe itself, it
must not be said, tha nigga had me in tha red, but I be damned if tha mud
is bud, it's thug, yeah. These warriors and rebels we fuckin slug, yeah.
Don't dig in, util we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva no
tombstone was that slaya, trick ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. Don't
think no one can save ya, tha Yard's ready to grave ya, snap.
Ripple, den I popped his ass, tha who ins concerned, tha lesson to be
learned. You get burned, to a crispy clean and you earn, and you bouncin
wit cheese, but I'm sick and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. I'm sick and
tired ah ya nigga startin shit, rumors and war, just cannot fuck wit dem
soldiaz

Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them slippin them box,
this chamber, wit my glock cop danger, this hustla, just give it on up to
tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' stoke ya, just a level doin
homocide and murda, that's tha way Mo Thugs gon' serve ya. You takin that
buck, and closin that trunk, I'm sendin that body to hades. I'm slangin
mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, cuz nigga them crazy. Insane, see, it's
this nigga when I'm havin that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis
games we play, them soldiaz live anotha day

Hello hello, infantry. Hello hello, infantry Nigga can't fuck wit tha
SCT's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's This clique too mothafuckin
strong, this clique too mothafuckin strong My niggaz be thuggin all year
long. My niggaz be thuggin all year long
(repeat)

Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em into
forces, cold deform'em, then distortin, set ah nigga up foe tha slaughter.
We get allegiance, keep confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to duck and
dodge, don't ever wanna bade your casualty. So I stop, take a breath on
tha guage, cuz ah nigga be damned if I go back in that cave, pump'em all,
put ah slug on my thug, gotta put them coppaz on off in that grave. And
it's much too late, I can't be saved. I tried to pray, so death is the
only way, deep in hell is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them
mo's and stompin soldiaz, infantry movin in, den we come to destroy ya,
Lord ya into a trap, and snap that back. So ya betta be equipped and pack
that gat, don't slack, them skoes, them crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt,
now I'm runnin it back

We are Mo thug, we are Mo Thug Mighty mighty warriors, mighty mighty
warriors Guages loaded, guages loaded Ghetto bound soldiaz, ghetto bound
soldiaz
(repeat)

Flesh
Credit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and I'm chin up on my glide, foe tha
nasty, droppin down to them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe
double clop it kill ya. Murda plot foe tha money, seven I'm bloody mo red
rum, wet'em in ah battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck shot blows,
you choose, wit ah 44 magnum and it was laughin at you. Laugh in tha mash,
foe safety, betch you this race on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin
through this punk thug town, dump tha bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck,
they wanna test Flesh Bone. Get'em make all bow down grab it, givin up
fort, yeah crazed to tha wasteland (wasteland, wasteland, wasteland). You
see dis so shitty when tha peepa keep peepin tha creep up and make it,
man. And if you claim that you contain, well stay foe yo shit, let yo nuts
hang, neva leave a gang ah Mo Thug ass niggaz, stay true to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, playa hata, pap pap in it this life and I'm
rollin. Always remember souljah boys be pimpin two glocks foe tha war,
cockin'em back, popin'em and bitches be fold it, foldin, showed you
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II Tru
II Tru

Chorus
II Tru's, comin to get you fools, nothin but tha best females (repeat)
Dis remains not nothin but tha best females, caught in ah rapture 
Recognized II Tru's, comin to get you fools

Come let a sista break you off wit these true flex, straight off tha view,
while Howse and Krayzie fools straight servin break. So let me make grand
entrance, II Tru's comin to get you fools, leavin them clues for they get,
cuz you playaz saw no dues. Buyin a roof, some kneel be fuck ah sista. Had
to break yo backside, for underestimatin II Tru playaz on this rap vibe,
with skillz day you fuck tha script, regardless Mo Thug got my back, you
hoe that, you catch ah sista slippin on these hard raps. Ain't no hats wit
da sista leakin, honest let's speak it. Gotta use that gift of flow to
flip my do, till I reach my big man, comin up wit skills, on tha real
though, it don't stop, it's a start you knew this. AJay comin back up
tight wit this weed, foe tha score II Tru hits

Chorus

Jhaz
Well it's Jhaz comin at you, mega blast, you don't wanna see deez skillz,
corrupt tha mic, my lyrics kill, on tha real. Don't underestimate cuz I'm
ah lady, you must be crazy, don't play me short, cuz tha Jhaz'll fade
these on and from tha weed inhalin all tha chronic. Blaze forever days, II
Tru comin at you through yo phonic, so smoke it, put it on my brains, II
Tru stay high I said it, I meant it. Pay attention child this vow you to
this lesson, no question. My back is tight in any situation, dope, my camp
is real trues, no need for perpetratin, flossin, but you know I neva
change I'm still that same ol' Jhaz, cruisin them St. Clair streets, wit
ah pocket full ah cash, fool. II Tru forever don't forget it, II Tru all
through my blood, understand don't disrespect it

Chorus

Comin straight off, clip you, understand man, I got's to serve red, get
beset, flow neva sistaz charter, II Tru gettin much respect, in this game
ah deals, who gon' be that fool to get served, wit nerve

Jhaz
Wit nerve enough to test trues, dis match is all you deserve, word, but
On tha real, this skillz ain't nothin funny, got lyric foe dayz, but you
best believe it's about that money

Jhaz
Sonny let my mood rule you, school you, teach you da way of da true, so go
yo own path, still if chalk and ten to tha end, I swear you lose

Fool, recognize tha set up, we females, get stupid, all tha rhyme stylez
we kickin, really ain't nothin to it. II Tru's got what you lookin foe,
long of away, they dramaz, stakin loot foe them tape sales, so before we
got's no problem, and ya see a game ah flexin, you play by tha rules, you
lose

Jhaz
Choose wisely, second guess my flex, bow down, so to praise these trues

Chorus
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Souljah Boy
Low Down

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, bitchChorus

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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Mo Thugs Family
Family Scriptures

We got tha perfect combination (Mo Thug, Mo Thug)
So you betta change yo location (move out, move out)

Tombstone
Mo Thugs, be tha love, slug foe tha perfect pitch and chronic bud, it save
yo strug's, of somebody suffa scripturaz, tryin to rip ya, hit ya really
good, I'll split ya, ditch ya. Gotta put you in my hall of flames and
damn, it's ah shame, let yo nuts hang, you can hear tha story of tha
hurricane. Bone, II Tru, Hustlaz and Shiftaz. (We are tha soldiaz) Busta
no need to be loved, and get tradaz, tryin to get murderis dealaz, tha
trillaz, to peel ya, straight up foe tha infantry, wars begin, we done
see they playin to win, but we got it all within, so roll wit tha Shifts,
cuz tha thug, they creep, gon' flip it all tha reep, on tha midnight
streets, where they play foe keeps, so fake soldiaz tha end

Lay hours of tha end, now brothaz are schemin tryin to break tha heart,
gotta 'lleviate tha problem before it even starts, sit back relax and neva
losin my composure, brotha done told ya, betta beware. Cuz this Mo Thug
clique got plenty soldiaz, just open yo eyes, and realize, it's gonna be
Mo Thug till I die, neva hesitate to flip, I can pin you all and in
disguises. So if you wanna come test, definate action must procede, but
before it goes down, I got's to alert tha rest of my family

Yall want no lovin to a sista flowin bass swish, you claim to be tha
sweetest but tha style I flex is crazy. Never again, know struggles, see
Mo Thug, we on tha rise, everyday I feel tha swisha as my method of tha
high. No won't want foe money or a place to eat and sleep, ya see we
family now, comin up wit tha gat pap, done wit tha heat, crazy friends,
out ta rolls, wadn't me fathers by my lonely, before a sis was burnt, flow
want Mo Thug, open up good money

It be tha Mo, thuggish buck wit bandits, one ah me soldiaz just can't
stand'em, made me how to do a 187 (187) wit ah Mac trench, or reactin like
you really wanna know what's happen, down wit bucka, yall wit me strap,
and dusta be duckin cuz I'm blastin, we're fast when

I seen (seen) fake ass OG's (OG'S). I'm ridin me (ridin me), Mo Thug is
where I be, I'm down again

So put'em up, best ah cock dem pistols, fiend to dip home, gettin shot
gone, wit this next fall, with this next fall

Tell me have you eva had this fellin, or ah vision, that you played a
major part in ah killin. Tha man you murdered, let's say, for instance had
a sickness and you didn't pull da trigger, was tha gun's hurta ease eye.
Tha motive was death. You took his breath without a second guess, his
chest was littered wit blood. Then prop and leased ah peanut bag along wit
tha shells, from tha slugs. And when they finally find him all they got
was ah snail, and tha skug. Now further endanger tha species, cuz these
niggaz they plot, they rush up on tha block, wit shots, from fully
automatic weaponry. They had to be at least 2 or 3 cars deep, then all da
suddenly, one came up and gave me face to face wit came in. Come around my
way, you make sense feet'n ya in tha grave, underneath in tha car found

It's tha hustla wit Hustlaz poetically known as Tony Ton, wit them
thugstaz and Shifters, Tru's and a playa, let it be known, that we're
trues wit weapons, double are steppin, Mo Thug militant soldiaz, sucka
betta feel this bass, on tha real this fate, don't lease us in this
clique, now. You wanna ride and die, because there's hatred in your eyes,
I'd advise, stay wise, betta pray to God, cuz these Scriptures might just
rip yo mental straight apart it's from tha heart. Demons that drop
our livez got plenty sides, realize, they fell off. So many wanna roll, 
but oh how we stroll, they neva know we're guilty, guilt, so let's make
our doe, foe sho'

This Mo Thug Family (this Mo Thug Family)
(repeat)
Scriptures, we keep'em all within me (we keep'em all within me)
(repeat)

Layzie (Stan Howse)
No competition. And I gotta get mine, so scream ah Mo, and let me hear ya
holla, not about that might dolla, roll wit tha Bone, Mo Thugs of all her,
changing remaining tha same, flamin my dank and drankin brew, thinkin bout
that hangin, cleppin my back and thuggin wit trues, fools, you know we're

Mo Thug Family (Mo Thug Family), I got all my thugstaz wit me (thugstaz
wit me)
(repeat)

Ken Dawg (Kendon Anthony)
Hostin ah close enough foe ya, to let you know it's do or die foreva,
ridin together, to tha day of tha stormy weather. Pleasure and pain, is
all in this trip, all these Crips could flip, as these all Mo Thugs hits,
this clique are soldiaz, and keep it real until tha end, some green in tha
Hen, and we need in, right

Let sista nip this in tha but you can't face wit this playa, hellin foe
rhymes, sayin this Family Scriptures at last remain this stickin that punk
yo bank doe. Hear green, or comin real Little C bust'em. Tru's bringin tha
drama for them bustaz, neva no bluffin, no question. Gotta run my game
tight, neva no weak link when a sista fall victim. Hit'em wit Cleveland
original money makaz up in yo system

It's tha Mo Thug Family Scripture we singin my people and me, you betta
believe tha Family's tree's much deepa then what you seein, believin, hey.
Gotta give ah p'z to tha land and sellin my halo, gotta stay head strong
foe my soldiaz, like I told ya (Dear Lord can you help me?) when you at
peace. Neva to fiend, you'll pray foe tha peoplez when you need'em they
there. Ya betta be well, mo slug's steppin, wit records we comin. Wit
tha Word in da hull just teach tha people no knowin ya showin. It's
Armageddon again, He comin, betta be ready boy. You betta be teachin yo
people to ride up tha stairs, to pray, Souljah Boy

These soldiaz trapped in this world, don't step in our face and my
bullet's pearl. Fed up wit these hataz, and breakin these othaz they fakaz
and fakaz fade, them pullin a gat on Mo Thug, but it ain't no suckaz this
lunatic, where's tha ground, betta get gone, on tha dark, cuz tha gat
flipped and roam, and havin them demons makin me crazy, know tha guage
can't be fucked wit, when I'm swangin them thangs, in front of outs and
I'll bust'em in, gotta load tha clip, when I rip them, slip them slugs up
out tha chamber, should'a flexed it foe me, stranger

Krayzie (Anthony Henderson)
Busta, you in danger, tell'em they in danger. Ahh, cops are quits, I take
it dip flippin them, realize, what ah hit you have misted. Ah testa be
down foe tha family that don't give no betta then this. Now what you gonna
when tha Bone get murder man, you playin within tha game, that's why can
train and prayin everyday. Family neva divided you hurtaz be fo quit tell
you can buy, so help us along, we leave'em behind, I mean we tried but
they could not fall in line. So this is what we done hell into they didn't
this everyone, gimme tha real, makin tha mill', how do you feel, how turn
me round

Flesh
Steady makin me town, like me told ya, Mo Thug soldia got ya back, get it
postin, sellin crown, murdered it execution style, leavin'em roasted all
tha while. I'm sippin ya hookaz so we should thinkin 'bout don't sloke and
go you wonder why, niggaz they hate me, die. And where my family motto
sky. I get wit tha dry tech and tha Johnny deep on tha nuts hang, and you
wanna finally get betta in tha heart to handle tha pression cuz my nigga
shogun let test weed niggaz predict. Went gone, straight Mo Thug and hook
up, and they want tha St. Clair Style, how we do it always, keep foldin,
flippin through tha pages ah literature scripture's weed man

Tre'
Turn we come to play, Mo Thug eternally, no unnecessary tension wit me. My
Mo Thug Family stays beside me, behind me, leads me guides me. Ladies, are
we, eternal Mo Thug
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