Where my thugs at? This is for tha soldiers in the ghettos and the projects all across tha world (Thugline) Let us thugs unite (yeah) That’s right, you gotta stick together ya'll. C'mon.
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It's so rough, it's so tough out here baby... (Some of us workin’ 9 to 5 gotta make your ends meet... Some of us out on the block thuggin’ watchin’ fo' the cop, cop, cop, cops...)
-Krayzie Bone-
One-thousand-nine hundred-ninety nine is over; We made it! Trooped it like true soldiers and hoped that we could find Jehovah/ Can’t believe it, but a nigga still breathin’ so we gon' have a celebration, wake up! This evenin’ 2000 bouncin’ lots of wilin’/ I’m just glad that me and my dogs made it on through here/ Shed a few tears cuz some of my niggas ain't make it/ See all of my niggas could not shake Satans' curse, so baby they left there in a hearse (hearse... hearse...) Let’s take a moment of silence (shhh) And you think you still here and you ain't became that victim of violence (but I...) Done fell in so much dirt I thought fo' sho' I’d be a goner, but I guess I was blessed clever enough to beat the corner/ If you alive and survivor nigga bust (Buck! Buck!) Pour out some liquor for niggas no longer with us, we still miss ya (miss ya) And we gone keep on doin’ our thang, and keep your memory in tha brain and maintain; It’s thug luv!
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-Krayzie Bone-
Oh I done been around the world and I seen many thugs; Black and white, boys and girls, people pumpin’ they fist up/ It’s niggas every where stuck in tha hood man, it ain't a good thang/ Cuz niggas ain't eatin’ like they should/ Cant' Sleep everytime we think we finna get up strong enough on our feet here come the police and a case we can’t beat/ But that’s the streets, you live and don’t play by tha rules/ And you betta stick and move, hit the fences/ We livin’ proof, truth/ If ya look into the eyes of a ghetto survivor you can see all these troubles/ And this thang ain't endin’ everythin' goin’ on in this world/ Daddy can’t feed the kiddies, he been feelin’ kinda shitty 'bout that/ So what he gon do bout that? Go and get the pump, pump, pump, pump, pump and go and get him some, some, some, some/ Cuz you could say he out there doin' his thang but he failed to keep it sane and maintain; He fucked up (fucked up, fucked up…)
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-Krayzie Bone-
You got to keep strugglin' (Strugglin)/ You got to keep hustlin’ if ya want somethin’/ You never stop strugglin' (Strugglin)/ Cuz if you stop hustlin’ you will get nothin’/ And I’m gon' make my money, money, money/ If it means I gotta take my money, money, money/ Ain't this world crazy? It’s crazy/ Congratulations if you make it/ And we gon dedicate it to all of ya'll; East, West, North, South/ Nigga all my dogs, keepin’ it thuggish and real and thuggin’ it still smokin’ bud on the hill/ And I love it it’s trill shit/ We tryin' to make it all the way to the top/ It don’t stop until the profit in my pocket/ Crept and came up cuz I was doin’ my thang even though it’s all the same I maintain; It’s thug luv