Keep it real/ Keep it real... (ThugLine. You know what it is.) We the assasin... (Krayzie Bone...) Comin' to slay, watch ‘em fall when the gun, gun blast (Dj Khaled, Miamis finest)... (Asu, K Mont, Omar)
Asu-
Only speak when spoken to or get your shit broken through from tendon to gristle/ What I’m sendin' is official like a brand, I don’t suggest, I command/ Anything less than demand ain’t even a mouse cause even a mouse’ll die for cheese (Some of y’all scared to die, period)/ Droppin' degrees, only thing with me to gain is a loss, on parole like a Boss/ Got more D then the Army, Navy, Marines, or Air Force/ Now I’m a say it once; Fronts bloody and backs get muddy/ Jermaine Dupri that ass (Yeah, yeah, yeah) leave your body swollen and a little puffy
-K Mont-
Hey yo, sometimes we wyle out when we party we break night/ Ain’t no unity in my community so we forcin’ to fight/ Cause the fo’ fo’ desert eagle will put that ass in a herse/ Since I hooked up with Leathaface, you know the hatin’ just got worse/ We make money all year around, we bring the heat like the summer/ While y’all niggas be gettin’ murdered with guns without serial numbers/ So tell me, who is the real enemy; Is it you or the police? We gon’ continue to go to war and pour out liquor for the deceased
-Omar-
My niggas is forced to fight, forced to pull they guns out (C'mon) at full might cause we went from thousand-aires to millionaires overnight (Whoa)/ I see a billion dollars in my forecast, I observe/ While you only see rain and clouds in yours?/ Make you wanna go and get yours, make you wanna squeeze yours/ Well get at me, son/ I make sure you get yours/ See they used to call me Scrappy Scrap cause I scrapped a lot/ Now they call me Clappy Clap Clap cause I clap a lot
-Krayzie Bone-
I don’t give a fuck if it’s the cops, niggas up on the block, we know how you niggas plot/ When I cock my seventeen shot all that talk-talk gon’ stop, watch (Pop! Pop! Pop...)/ You hate me now while I make my money, I’ll be back to deal with that later and I’m gon’ slay ya simply cause you played me like a busta so I’m gon’ fade you/ Ever since I was seven, nigga showed love to them streets, sho’nuff/ Ran with niggas, Mo! Thug, Mo! Thug/ When I walk the streets, I keep my hand on my ball' and I’m not just holdin’ my nuts I’m tryin' to keep this pistol from fallin' fallin'/ We can’t stop the fire, fire...‘cause we ain’t start the fire, fire, fire...
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line / Available Forces to Fight Promo
Contains an interpolation from Billy Joel's "We Didn't Start The Fire"