Doesn’t it feel good to see us make money?/ Feel good, like everyday’s sunny?/ Feel good to see us taking off?/ Doesn’t it feel good to see us ball?/ And they can’t take it from us at all/ And if you agree that we won’t fall, sing, “la da di da da di da di da di da”
-Krayzie-
Back at’cha, it’s the thug with the most, droppin’ more thuggish ruggish on ya/ Krayzie keepin’ it flamin’, so indeed, it’s fire for ya/ Water, don’t need none, let it burn/ Let it be known that it’s my turn, let ‘em turn, be concerned with these words I got/ Whatever they saying about the Line, we better kill ‘em, just ‘cause I got up and I got mine don’t mean I’m trippin/ Really left niggas behind to handle business, they don’t understand I’m in it to win it/ Thug, out with a crowd full of criminals and killers, so pump your fists if ya feel it/ Hear me/ We in it to keep it the realest, with my regime, Thugline team, comin’ to kill somethin/ Close to thirty million sold and still thuggin’, still strugglin/ Wussup with Bone? Got to keep it real, so I tell ‘em, I don’t know/ Can’t think of no more excuses when niggas don’t show/ We came up from poor, and i’m not going back to broke/ No!
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-Krayzie-
For the love of money, I keep it funky/ Just thuggin’ back down in the ghetto/ Sleep in the p.j.s, they love me so I give ‘em love back, by keeping it real, giving ‘em shit that they can feel, like hustlin’, need more than a mill/ Like how to make it on these streets and not be killed ‘fore you get grown/ Let a nigga go on ‘cause he chose to live his life wrong/ All I know is life is already short, and you can bring your non-existance closer if ya want/ Trust me, ya don’t, nigga, live on/ Get ya thug on (Your thug on)/ Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your buzz on (Buzz on)/ But most of all you gotta stay sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix/ That go for anything you do, illegal or legit, I don’t trip/ I shake a hater to the side/ Devil ass nigga. Always fuckin’ up my vibe/ That’s right, now, nigga/ You done meet Krayzie Bone, you ain’t met Leathaface, and I don’t think you wanna, tho/ No ...
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-Krayzie-
My nigga, cover your ears and fuck what you heard, ‘cause it’s ‘bout they bullshit they be talkin/ Why niggas in my business like they my bitches, got me hot (So hot, hot, hot, hot)/ Run up, touch me, get burned, nigga/ Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, dropped (What?)/ Chicken-head bitch from Miami said we was runnin’ when the war popped/ Hoe stop/ You don’t know nann nigga rollin’ with me/ What shit you puff? My niggas hold down the beat/ For most of them niggas, they want peace when we meet/ Like we ain’t been hearin’ what they be sayin’ on the streets, so we gotta bring the heat/ Speak if you want to, but keep it to a mumble/ Speak louder than a whisper, oh, and we gon’ get’cha/ Y’all don’t know me, ain’t that what I told ‘em? (Told em) Hope they knowin’ these pistols real’s that we toat, jokin/ Naw, nigga, we for real in the field/ Believe what you want, but you suckas know the deal
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Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line