It's 1999. Guess what? The muthafuckin' real thugs is in this muthafucka.
Oh, shit!
-Krayzie Bone-Hook-
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug always, ways, ways/ Uh-huh,
uh-huh
-Krayzie Bone-
Niggas look out/ We in the muthafucka house/ We in here now/
It's goin' down, steppin' through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we get wild/
Niggas lookin' foul/ If he even move and step like he hatin' knock 'em out/ And
then keep stompin' his head in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance
floor/ Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on we
beat bitches up out their britches to show 'em how to tear up a club when they
be fuckin' with the thugs/ Nigga, we come to party, but I'll fuck up somebody,
but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit
y'all?/ If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags, then you should meet
us, see how fast we slash your ass/ You wanna rumble?/ I'm sick of bein' humble,
give ya everything you come here for, so come on, hoe/ Sawed-off, slim, it don't
matter/ I got somethin' for him and him, and then them niggas that you bring
back thinkin' you can win/ Fuck your friends. Everybody talk that shit, nigga/
Oh, yeah I know it/ But who gon' show it, and who the hoe is? I bet 'em a million
bucks it's not us/ Yeah, we might not get everybody/ Somebody gon' get fucked
(Fucked), fucked (Fucked) up
-Flesh n Bone-
You wanna come test me now?/ Come, I say, come now challenge me, the realer, can handle my business/ I'm gonna finish, I gotta end this, I'm a diminish thee/
Come, follow my profits seeking gifts/ It ain't no stoppin' me/ I gotta clock
cheese/ T-H-U-G/ Pop niggas, they D-E-A-D/ Bet I'm thug, don't test me block,
trust my dogs/ Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam/ There's
five Trues of mine/ What am I? A thug always/ Remember the way they play back in the day?/ Hit 'em with AK, you're made to hate me, baby/ Whoo! We comin' to
really make y'all feel us/ Remember that nigga, Eazy-E, labeled me and my trues
black nigga killas/ Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swiggin', lovin' bud,
and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug/ And I don't give a fuck
if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some
lov
-Layzie Bone-
God damn, it feel good to be a thugsta gettin' high, smokin' weed all day/ Ain't
got to listen to no bitches and I'm disrespectin' laws, just doin' it the Bone
Thug way/ Yeah, nigga, you got to be crazy, fuckin' with Layzie, and all these
Mo Thug killas/ We them ex dopedealers and natural born cap pealers/ Feel us,
nigga, if you want/ Ain't nothin' but a high caffiene hit. We kickin' that raw
shit/ Fuck the law, shit, been screamin' it for years/ Ain't no fear in my
heart, thanks to the Lord up above/ And I got a grudge against the people that
judge, give 'em no mercy, no love/ Let me see you shoot that muthafucka, shoot
that nigga/ Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', niggas spit that fire/ We
don't need no water, let this muthafucka burn, baby, and I know they hate me,
say lately, Layzie actin' shady/ Hey, it's the #1 Assassin (That's me), they
just can't understand/ I fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a
stand up true thugsta in a league of my own/ The city of Thieves is my home, and
I don't trust nann nigga/ My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin'
drugs, off this nigga gettin' buzzed, packin' heat off in the club/ Nigga, what?
Nigga, what?/ They sayin' that Bone was split up/ Niggas is jealous, tellin'
rumors and lies, can eat a dick up, nigga
-Wish Bone-(Krayzie Bone)-
Nigga, stay real/ Thugs get high/ While you call yourself a thug, that's how I
feel inside/ And we don't wanna hurt nobody, body, but your fuckin' with us,
and we shootin' up the party/ Even if we're solo on some of that Bone shit we
sayin', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready/ Fuckin' with us is
like fuckin' with no condom/ That's dumb, better play with yourself/ Nigga, I
ain't the one/ Ain't a thang changed: niggas still the same made a little
change, sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around, man/ Nine millimeter, come and
get some, get some/ Shoot 'em with them hollows, 'cause you know he's got his
vest on/ And you didn't want it to come to this, did you?/ Fuckin' with them
thugs: them niggas roll through/ If you really want some, run (You better run), fuckin' with thug niggas run, run
-Krayzie Bone-
Yeah, and nigga, come on/ We ready for combat, but y'all ain't ready/ Carry a
deadly machete, shred 'em and stretched, now they human spaghetti, steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies/ If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em, and better go get 'em/ We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter shit to sweep the streets, make niggas retreat/ That's heat/ Now, I repeat: if you want some, nigga come and get it, 'cause we still five, live, and vicious/ Don't get it
twisted, muthafucka/ Run up on it whenever ya wanna get down and dirty/ Still
stand in the Land with the slugs in gun in my hand/ Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy,Wish,
and Flesh put it down to the north, south, east, and west/ From back in the day,
we claimin' the thuggish ruggish no need to change it/ Now everybody a thug/ If
you real, throw it up, but if it's fake, kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest
of them phonies/ Fuck 'em, and yes, it's like that
-Hook-
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album Thug Mentality 1999