Every song be the same old story, I'm livin' upon the end of time and I be searchin' for glory/ Caught up in these territorial disputes, them niggas be wantin' to shoot/ Allah don't let 'em shoot me, don't shoot me
-5ive Foot Giants-
Now, what the fuck? Nigga, won't you scrap? Drop these straps and watch us thug niggas split your mouths with these raps/ You better prepare for this execution, close your eyes and visualizes niggas startin' shootin'/ And defy homicide almost every day, these city streets of Knoxville got me cocked with this spray, thuggin' with Lay/ Can't stop me, can't stop me/ Try to pop me, try to pop me/ Mo! Thug Luv Family/ Can't you see we be G's? Don't shoot me, don't shoot me
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-5ive Foot Giants-
Now, bullets ain't got no eyes, got homies that's paralyzed from the waste down layin' face down/ I prayed while his family cried/ Livin' my life like I'm poor, plottin' on robbin' the store/ Caught up in the middle with this East and West, cockin' my fo'/ I wish that my Momma was with me, think about you every day/ Momma, don't let them devils get me/ Hit me with your best shot, nigga, your best got split in two fuckin' with that Five Foot dude, ooh/ Don't shoot me, got so many bad memories of homies that's gone just livin' thugged out fantasies/ What happened to this love we had? Smokin' J's and reminisce on how we miss our Dad/ Can we blaze to set our mind free from all this pressure? Bury my body, watch my rhymes be like burried treasure/ These thug parties got these freaks want to step to me and do me/ Allah, please don't let these playa haters shoot me, don't shoot me
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-Baby Gurl-
They test the thugs, never catch a slug, try and look a nigga inferior but you down at the docks terrin' rocks/ Cock, then leave mysterious/ Can't kill with this/ I'm off the hook, shook, pop a glock even/ Put it down with the underground, got your back, or would you look, look, look? Gimme the money and murderahs, got bustas, have you heard of 'em?/ Give ya a glock to the head/ Got to be down with the band of an orchestra/ Loc'est thugs, show my thugs just puttin' it down with thugs, ain't no love/ Got to be knocked down to catch a slug/ Livin' in a boldest hobby, if you shot me, you would rob me?/ If Gotham got me, would the Po po's lock me or straight drop me to have a thought no mans land of us/ Intimidated, by the boss/ Dead or alive, how I strive/ Got to be keepin' it near the cross
-Flesh n Bone-
Once all alone in a semi fried in 99' think of a time when I run with the beast from the police and walk in the name of Jesus/ Semi ninteen ninety nine feelin, demon/ Im the lyrical assassin Flesh Bone, but unless you wanna RIP, I wouldn't/ And to the rest hit them up with a (?)/ Went on top for the Glock Glock, this shit don't stop/ Gotta dodge those crooked cops, yeah / Hit em up with semi automatic, from my Book of Thugs/ Taken them to the brain/ Niggas (?) you don't wanna test Flesh Bone/ Finna get a guage, cocked, shots stop your robbery/ Slowly in a grave you decrepitiate, it's your destination if you choose to mess with me/ We will find a way to mess with you/ There ain't arrestin' me/ Got to hit the millenium gangstas/ We rappin and dancin, this gangsta thing (?)/ Come feel my True's/ My shit is contagious, droppin' them shells around your fuckin' body/ I be the Flesh Bone, Fifth Dog, AKA Armageddon, psycho/ Mighty Mo! Mighty Mighty Mighty...
-5ive Foot Giants-
Mo! Thug, Mo! Thug/ Now, wouldn't you wanna be just Mo! Thug? Mo! Thug, Mo! Thug/ You gotta have the Mo! Thug luv, nigga what?
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Recorded for the 5ive Foot Giant album Calling All Thugs