Aw shit. My niggas. We gon' send this out to all the motherfuckin' niggas back in the hood still hustlin' (Yeah, yeah, yeah. Gettin' they grind on) To all my niggas locked down 25 to life and all that shit; This one's for you, for you, for you. All my niggas out there tryin' to make theyself a better man, have better thangs. Fuck nigga, do what you got to get and fuck the motherfuckin' police don't let them stop shit.
-Krayzie Bone-
Now every now and then I get the Henn, the Gin, then mix it but as soon as I take a drink I start flippin’/ Vision these wicked spirits comin' to get me/ You probably think I’m lifted, nigga, well you right/ I’m on flight, 9-9-9-9 by the stars in the sky/ Now I’m heavily breathin’ steadily smokin’ that weed, sweatin’/ I just might squeeze my protection and bust some shots in your direction {gunshots} And hit your head while they thinkin’ them vests protect they chests/ We roll like drunkin’ drivers, ragin’, raw, and reckless, baby/ Hell, just think we crazy (Crazy...) but the lil' niggas on my block, them niggas tryin' to be like me and mine/ Execution Double 9 style (Execution Double 9 style style...) Ooh, we wil' out like animals in the jungle, punk/ And when we rumble, see who crumble and turn back to dust/ I bet ‘em a million bucks it’s not us (It's not us, us...) Thug’s still rush through my bloodline so I labeled it Thugline
-Krayzie Bone-
Thug style, they die but never surrender/ Remember when we come back, ready to get you, get you
-Asu-
(C'mon) C'mon dude, I got a kid to feed, wigs to bleed/ Blood drips like activator and they curl up lovely when I crack a hater/ No, not me/ White is eyed, especially/ They know before it was light it was dark, and you couldn’t see/ Really wrong is fake, right is real, up is good, down’s for clowns/ Them Ringling Brothers know just how I feel about minglin' with freaks (Ah ah ahh) I’m jinglin' heat in my pockets like change; Any and e'erywhere is my range/ Everythin' inside the three point line is mine/ I annoint this rhyme with defiance, I’m at the time they still tryin’/ What? To be a thug? When you bust a slug/ Get the fuck outta here (What?) don’t you got some niggas nuts to hug? Won’t be mine, now don’t be lyin’ for niggas to stop dyin’ it’s to never forget the I F-O let’s go learn somethin' we don’t need/ I’d give everythin' just to feed my seeds
-Chorus-Krayzie Bone-
We in a rage, livin’ raw, thinkin' reckless (Killa, killa, killa...Don't be fuckin with the killa bitch) and I’m loco and don't respect shit/ And your cap just could be the next split (Killa, killa, killa....Don't be fuckin with the killa bitch 9 Millimeter, heater, street-sweepers and sawed-off's, duck)
-Kaymont-
Hey yo, up in the hood we barely made it with a few technicalities like them juveniles still hustlin’ with them thug mentalities/ Two for five sales got us beefin’ over corners/ Hold your stash, get your thrash on cauze nigga, you a baller/ When the cops run up, you better run and hide your shit, nowadays stick up kids (Take off nigga)/ They make a nigga strip/ The harsh realities of life got some niggas on the run for better things in life got some niggas pullin’ guns/ These streets is mad, full of wreckless and rage/ Livin’ this book of life, would you please turn the page? These cops keep killin' kids, gettin’ they case dismissed (Uh huh)/ What goes around comes around, nigga, payback’s a bitch/ New millenium thugs, prepare for revolution tactics/ Keep your enemies close or get yout cap peeled backwards/ Ant Dog, thug in peace, you my Number One fan/ Dad, I know you’re smilin' since your boy became a man
-Krayzie Bone-
When the pump get cocked up ready to bust then double up slugs fuckin’ em up/ Nigga, you know it ain’t nothin’ to bust that slug, thug leavin’ em with they guts hangin’ nuts stankin’ thinkin’ he was liver than this/ When I got my AK or my Tat Tat Tat Tat, I can’t miss {gunshots}/ Check it out, that Cleveland nigga, see we’re killers, some on parole/ And some of my dogs don’t care about goin’ back nigga, just so you know/ We can’t G-O for what you N-O/ Want money and mo’/ Ya know we roll down through your town wild and wilin’/ Pistol control, leavin’ these niggas up off they feet, sweepin’ these enemies off they streets/ And I step on they block, now we hot/ Ain’t nothin’ changed but the name, mentality same but now I got a better aim at the heads that I flame; Hot flames, flames, flames/ Better watch where you walkin (Walkin)/ Better watch who you talkin’ to and don’t be out there flossin’ ooh/ If you do, when we catch your ass we’ll snatch you, and you know this (Buck Buck)/ Bustin’ huffin’ puffin’ with smoke comin’ out our noses
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug On Da Line (available on Hard Time Hustlin Import Cd only)