Riduh, riduhz keep it crackin' Fred Red was happenin? Super Sako, Lareece (Uh. It's ThugLine. ThugLine is in the house. T-H-U-G,T-H-U-G,T-H-U-G) Krayzie Bone, uh, what? Uh! Riduhz (What you niggas want from me? I got ya now)
-Krayzie Bone-
Better back up off me/ Nigga never knew it to be soft before I stop your heartbeat/Why you out in the street,better not/ What you gonna do to me? In the middle of your speech I'm a sweep you off your feet/ Fuckin' with these Thug's nigga you don't need love/ And I'll make you a beleiver pop pop pop/ Once you recieve uh a motherfuckin bullet from my automatic this time/ It's you and me/ And all them other niggas you got wit'cha/ I'm collective quiet well surprise nigga I get live, jumpin' out of that bucket dumpin' finna show you niggas a little somethin'/ We'll shoot for ThugLine/ Nigga don't touch mine, tryin' to run mine/ One night my Mo' Thug niggas gonna ball/ Show 'em the gunline/Caught in the line of fire go if you want to/And the nigga'z gonna pee on yo ass like skunks funk phew/I grab my jean and my nuts swang fo my thang/ And if you want anybody to killa nigga then the bullets reign cause if you ain't then you done got into some shit with the Thuggish (Thuggish) Ruggish (Ruggish) Bloody Murda Clique (Bloddy Murda, bloody murda, bloody murda)
-Young Dre-
What? What? T-H-U-G T-H-U-G... Rider clique niggas move somethin' we steady bustin'/ Serve 'em, hurt 'em, get 'em off my back nigga like they showed somethin'/ Bitch niggas get served one time by a riduh like me, hit the streets/ Came out to play, super high off weed with oiley/ Worldwide like Curvasie/ MG all eatin' get that ass beat/ Respected by killas that's known to bust/ Rider Clique, we murderahs/ Who the fuck they thought it was? Get straight nigga, why wait? Watch me take flight with no hesistate/ Flattin' your cap like a panacake/ Bitches don't live long, and I serve anybody with Krayzie Bone/ Bustas get done, nigga that is wrong when the Riduhz on/ ThugLine its on, we monumental, huh/ Dyin' to survive in South Central/ So much potential it's over enormous/ Nigga (?) bustin nuts/ Now baby floor it/ Hit 'em up get him up with Syn; Tangerade, Gin mixed with Henn made many mens lives end chasin' after the wind/ Holler! Holler! Holler!