Ooh wee! Oh yeah, this is Mo' Thug The Movement nigga. (Mo' Thug) Yes, I am Skant motherfuckin' B-iz-one. E Mortal Thugs gon' tell you motherfuckers about this street shit. Fuck these ho'assed niggas, oh boy. (Glock Glock...)
-EMT (1)-
This for the ride, the thug niggas sippin' that so/ To the niggas in the Lex-o to the Benz-o to the pro's that blow garaunteed some shit hood thangs translate ghetto slang come equipt with a clip but the bustas they can never hang/ Block boys on the corner with stones in they mouth/ Glock south for the knockout that's a whole lot of clout countin' cheese nigga please, the streets, that's what made 'em/ Fiends rollin' up postin' up for the ultimatum/Fair on the spot with them (?) to make a bust on some thug niggas like us so murderin' bitches is a must the lust for green got the game throwed like bow/ I'm speakin' on thirsty niggas, hood rats and ho's/ For them bows they show a little, pop the cop niggas got twisted bitches suspicious is waitin' to pop keep it game tight the ghetto will try to swallow your whole life that's why I follow in the footsteps of niggas what act right
-Chorus-
Told cha'll niggas we souljah niggas, block for block, fuck a cop, them type niggas/ Told cha'll niggas we souljah niggas, fo' fifth of da hold more for' our niggas
-EMT (2)-
If niggas don't wanna get bucked I suggest you duck defrost nigga from the ATL was rollin' with us we dogs mobbin' EMT we cop dodgin' off the block fuck cops we all out street robbin from corner to corner clique to clique niggas that don't want none get your bitch switch up the clip in the four fifth haters they on it so hold more of our niggas tell all my niggas we on it
-EMT (3)-
This' for all my niggas my souljahs they call killas my niggas that keep them nickel plated nines runnin with grind everytime we ride we gon' ride with a shot with a red dot in your eye dialatin' your pupil be psychin' you people my guns are the rout of all evil kinevil smokin' the reefer cheifer holdin' heaters I'm a greet ya meet ya half way how many niggas gon' eat off my plate?/If you ain't my family get the fuck outta my way cauze I'm ready to spray, is that okay?
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
Nigga we souljahs, I thought I told ya who be the realist who get more money then them drug dealers? You fuckin' wit heavey hitters/ Who want the money?/Bustin drama/ I bomb you then we blow/ Talkin' cash, I mean the dough/ We Mo' goin' for broke/ Smokin' niggas jackin' bitches/ You ain't with us? You against us/ E Mortal Thugs they're my henchmen, a uzi is what I'm benchin'/ If you hear me on the next song talkin' about I do you nigga believe it/ Pimp vision, 20-20, see through ya
-Skant-
We ghost niggas from the beginnin' what time it was? Niggas still wanna talk, now they duckin' from my slugs, no love/ These niggas will not get from me cause I'm rollin wit my little niggas E-M-T/ We never stop when we travelin' ho assed niggas be laughin' when we catch 'em we smack 'em/ And they bitches be clappin'/ So who wanna test? You can put to rest/ And not live long if you a fake assed nigga, check the hook in this song cauze we...
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Mo! Thug Family album Mo Thugs 4: The Movement