Krayzie Bone featuring Souljah Boy,Thug Queen, Mo! Hart
-Thug Queen-
Yo' New York throw your hands up high and let me see ya wave 'em from side to side/ It's Thug Queen in the house with my clique, oh yeah, we comin' down real thick/ Mo! Thug Family, oh yeah, got to put your hands up in the air/ I can cuss, but I still got to keep it clean, know what I mean? My face is on the scene with my nigga Krayzie Bone in the house/ Got Souljah Boy and Felecia spittin' rounds/ Oh yeah, my nigga Mo! Hart what's up? Ya'll know we got to start this rugged comin' real thuggish/ Lookin' at these niggas mean muggin' what's up? New York, got to keep all love good cause I be thuggin' in the hood/ Thug Queen ya'll, what's up yall? (That's right)
-Souljah Boy-[DJ]-
[Thug Queen ya'll keep it clean, don't use the N-word. What's up? Who's next, who's next. Keep it rollin'. Okay.] Yeah [You ready?] Mo! Thuggin' pumpin' slugs in to get druggin' through the North/ What you want? Ain't nothin' buckin' it all off better get it all, you better get yours/ You run up on your toes with a planned/ We gon' feel the real cause the real ain't been felt with you cause you's a busta/ We got to do you in/ Check a chin, one time/ Pumpin' the slugs with a nine mil, milimeter/ Huh, ready to creeper, sleeper/ I buck to the left and I buck to the right and uh, these niggas, uh, my... oh right. Uh, uh. Yeah uh, yeah uh, yeah uh, uh. Comin' back again up in your houses, creep and crawl like mouses and then I bounce this, take no keys to the ounces/ Not what you thought/ Think bout it, I'm ready to bounce as my clique be bangin' buckin' brain in/ Be labeled to the streets, leave the blood stank in the heat
-Mo! Hart-(Krayzie Bone)-
(Mo! Hart) Doin' what I must do, uphold my family's law/ Want to just keep it real bust most of all to be no soft ball/ Mental capacity, way over the limit/ Never to the point of bein' fake twisted or demented/ My name is Mo! Hart baby yo' and I know how to gun so when I roll up on your block you better run cause I'm havin' homicidal tendencies within' comin' out the trance that the tweed has left me in/ Feelin' weary, they say I'm dreary, want to state my mind/ Take a look at the weed, creep on down the '99/ I'm just a hustler never buster, got to get them ends/ So what's up to the homie to the brothers runnin' down my strip
-Krayzie Bone-
(Yeah, yeah, uh, uh, yeah. Alright.) Yeah, we stay in flow mo' what's up, you wanna... We get the... the buck on/ Bone, come pull my gun/ Then get the... Bone/ When I pull back my cause I'm so deadly/ So what ya' stressin? They deadly when I pull my clip nigga thats your chest'on/ 187 is a lesson for the fool to step in/ So come mo' stressin' better slip, fools get put to restin'/ Bone come fade them, we swangin' them deadly thangs now/ Me smokin' that buddah, takin' a smoke until a me brains pop/ Never knew one nigga to mess with the Bone cause we give you no competition so, hey, listen to the Bone when I burst that ammunition/ One 211, could be 187/ Yeah, ha.