Yeah, Poetic Hustla'z (Hustla, Hustla). Thought we was gon' fall? Right back at ya. Yeah, yeah (Hustla, Hustla...). Aw, shit. It's over now.
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I'm just a Hustla from C-Town/ And my life's been turned around/ 'Cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin/ We're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'
-Boogt Nikke-
Niggas gettin' recruited/ Holdin' guns, 'cause they comin' for me/ Drinkin' my love, because the trust is muthafucka (Would ya die for me?)/ FBI: Fuckin' Bitches In need/ Try not see me innocent, on Hennessy, niggas/ It's time to breathe, Mo Thug to the top/ We be the best, muthafucka/ Giddyup 'fore I touch ya/ Never trust y'all for nothin'/ The Lord done blessed me, muthafucka/ Got the tear to show it, busta/ Cleveland rock, muthafucka/ Hall of Fame to the top, non-stop/ What the fuck you wanna do, bitch?/ Lovin' my people, I'd die for my people/ I pray for my people/ Bitch, what?/ And don't test the muthafuckin' Boogy tight as shit/ Muthafuckas better pray/ Bitch, y'all dyin' and shit/ A muthafucka out there/ Did slit my nigga T-Rock (We are Mo Thug)/ And rest in peace, and when I find 'em/ I'm a rip 'em, I'm put my teardrop on it/ Yeah, and rest in peace, and to his mama/ His dada, I'm paranoid, now
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-Tony Tone-
Sometimes I sit and I wonder/ Is my life really movin' too fast?/ 'Cause I'm feelin' all the jealous/ Bitch-made suckas that didn't think we would last/ Nineteen-ninety four, we was on the go/ And that's for sure/ I know you hope and prayin'/ That this Mo Thug click don't grow more/ But, bitch, we too strong/ We hold on, connected by our bones/ And let them niggas burn in Hell/ That killed my nigga, Tombstone/ Your name will live on, and everyday I must say/ I do pray, but I wonder why it has to be this way/ Trials and tribulations everyday/ 'Cause Lord, You done bless me with my kids/ Don't punish them for the shit that I did/ I'm thuggin', that's the way it is/ It's crazy livin' life in the streets/ That's showbiz, separatin' your friends from foes/ And ends and hoes, but those don't know/ Don't fuck with pros/ These Cleveland bros is ready to roll/ Everyday strugglin' to make a winnin' where we fit in/ No matter what the situation may be/ We still on top/ Goin' down in history, Mo Thuggin'
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-Mo! Hart-
Rememberin' the days when times were hard/ Hittin' the streets, hustlin' from dusk 'til dawn/ My family was right there, right there by my side/ No second thoughts ever on our muthafuckin' minds/ Doin' what's necessary to keep our fuckin' pockets fat/ Our own personal security to watch our backs/ Representin' to the fullest/ Got my right fist high in the sky/ Yeah, you know what it is - Mo Thug 'til I die/ Just a Hustla from C-Town, straight doin' my thang/ I'm one of the last original thugs/ So these nuts must hang/ We don't take no shit/ Never hestitate to split a nigga's wig/ Or for that matter, fuck his bitch/ I love for my Mo Thug brothers and sisters/ Them was days, and you know that/ They will always be with us/ Gettin' brewed to keep it all together/ Dueces on a square, playa/ (Dueces, dueces. I'm next, playa I'm next. I'm next, playa)
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Mo Thugs Family album Mo Thugs 2: Family Reunion