(ThugLine nigga.) Still be the nigga lingerin' dog and later we roll when I hit the weed to freeze my mental, keep me in control when I get to bombin' on them niggas, mobbin' on them bitches/ I kind of get the feelin' niggas is really tryin' to see me/ But nigga this choice of destination is yours/ And you would be doin' yourself a favor if you made it the morge/ Boy, I ain't your toy/ I'm a make niggas know it, if I got to pick up the gun and load it, drop the clip and reload it/ I''m a show this black ass of mine/ But niggas'll break out if I blast one time right at your ass, fuckin' stop/ Now why do niggas be actin' like they ain't gonna get tangled up with pitbul dog ass niggas that's ready to mangle somethin'/ Frontin' me finna get you nowhere or put to rest, we aim for your head/ Go ahead and come test/ I'll be the last motherfucker you try to contend with/ And this nigga rockin the pistol your chin
-LaReece-
Why these niggas frontin Kray? Like they don't know tha deal/ What goods a rollerthon nigga I dont think they caps are pealed/ Like I won't crack grills, like I won't pack steel/ Like I wouldn't ride fo' mine so bust that grill/ Bitches neva had no love for me,smilin in my face all the time steady hatin tryin ta take my place/ They sayin that bitch is a bad bitch/ And she'd rather be gettin cabbage then livin lavish/Mad cause you had it/ So bust crack and it's positively no hope could fade me if I had no dough if I had no flow and I wantin yall bitches ta know/ I'm different while I suckin dick, you the pro (Hoe)
-Big Boss-
Oh, I watch the ends thats on my feet/ If I, hit a hoe nigga while he snitch/ If I get the G's nigga and I creep/ If I shoot ya, reload/ So flip my shit and come back discreet/ If im posin defeat/ Wipe my bottom lip, take my syn and get to scrappin/ If it's on then it's on/ Now this shit is crackin up/ You know we tell them niggas "Back that ass up", you heard it in that last shit/ I'm here to say "We've had enough"/ Yall the dawgs, we gon bust or what?/ Keep smilin, from hustlin from in the streets/ From ballin in the streets, this time homie we playin for keeps/ Aint shit free, you know me/ And you better believe, only what you see/ Neva was discreet/ Neva was there/ In the streets, and thats how shit be/ Nobody gets near from here/ Make sure you see us, you know we bring fear/ But it's on ya/ You can go to hell, cause we here we bring the real, you know the deal/ We kill it, wham
-Young Dre-
This is a petition for violent men, eyes wide open, silence them/ Comin' to find again, you bastards/ Start it all again, we masters in fighin' styles, drunken thuggin'/ Declare martial law, assassins comin' to kill somethin'/ Live and Die by it, I claim the code/ And arrive me a nigga with the bank you know/ Hit 'em all fast so it's murda mo'/ Meet the reaper, now take my hand cauze we goin' home/ Victim of circumstance/ Hit the militia with merceneries of the thug playa/ Got the prescion with the blueprints/ We T-H-U-G's cut 'em up automatically/ Strategize, seven signs with me, seven fold....(Some shit)
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line