That's right it's a mothafuckin thug invasion nigga. ThugLine, Two Thousand One. Mister Sawed-Off Leathaface (Leathaface). Got my nigga Keef-G up in this motherfucker, representin ThugLine. That's right (Who else in the house, the house). This ain't none of that other shit nigga, this some real shit. (Who's house? The thugs house/ Tell them niggas one more time...)
-Krayzie Bone-
I'm keepin a automatic incase I happen to have to blast ya dead (Buck buck buck)/ I ain't had time for talkin, partna, so I pack that infrared/ Hey, what's the matter with you? You thought I was playin when I said "We got big guns, for niggas and then they figure they gone."/ And it'll be World (World) war (War) three (Three)/ If you ain't willin to die, the time is now, for you to retreat/ Cause see, the motherfuckin bomb is droppin now (Now)/ Cause who's in the house? The Thugs' in the house (In the house)/ So high, ya better believe that a nigga like me is gettin buzzed if ya lookin for the motherfuckin thugs/ Follow ya nose (Nose)/ You'll smell the blow (Blow)/ Cause the smoke it be so potent niggas choke when they toke it/ When ya see me, I be stumblin, fucked up and, POD'ed/ But don't be thinkin I'm sleepin because I'm heated (Heated)/ So you best just kick back and take it easy, this is how we do
-Krayzie Bone-Hook-
This is how we do on The Line (Rough, rugged, raw) thuggish ruggish...(ThugLine, ThugLine)/ This is how we do on The Line (Rough, rugged, raw) thuggish ruggish...(ThugLine, ThugLine)
-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
Who's house? The Thugs house (Tell them niggas one mo' time.../ Thugs on The Line)...
-Keef G-
Spread out and cover ground, we waitin on the command/ It's my thug's in the house, it's The Bum, throw up a hand (Hand)/ The stories been told, change up and watered down (Down)/ Dust from the ground, once was, look at us now (Now)/ Folks all out of town/ Rippin and runnin round (Round)/ Makin they paper, some underground thugs locked down/ And search for the hype/ Green grass, and bubble lights/ Stereotypes got folks ready to fight (Fight)/ You nervous tonight, first quarter and two strikes/ The bottom of ninth hit a fence, they out of sight/ Now these fake thug niggas is actin jiggitery like (Jiggitery like)/ Straight goin off the media hype/ See what they like, when they bullshit (Bullshit)/ With that grammar and text/ I got them bare witches runnin out they motherfuckin projects/ Who's house? (ThugLine motherfucker, what...)
-Chorus-
-Asu-
Peak under what Su got covered/ Just hot smothered with hands/ Make the gun in your hand, jam/ A son of a man's, what I am/ Father my daughter/ Follow orders with mayhem/ Pray whenever some satan's, clever, how I say em/ Lay em like linoleum, wide bodies we rollin em/ Up on the curb like the greenest herb, hit and token em/ My house is my home/ I keep it clean from my basement to dome, I got somethin for all these foul niggas, gone
-Kaymont-
Tell me who's in the house/ Ya (?) the thugs/ The one's who fuck up parties and get to lettin off slugs/ That niggas quick to brag about, how much money ya got/ We carry nine with plastic (Plastic)/ And yall talkin bout glocks (Glocks)/ They call me K to the Mizzy (Mizzy)/ That's slappin bitches silly/ The police still on my dick, we ask "Who is he?"/ It's that nigga from the Brix and yall ain't worthy to serve me/ You could catch me up in The Land, stashin a dirty dirty/ Cause these days and times got me ridin The Line/ And these hatin mothafuckas got me ready to serve time (Fuck)
-Hook-
-Chorus-
Recorded for the Krayzie Bone album ??? / Available on the BTNHBoard/ThugLine album Too Raw For Retail
Contains an interpolation from "Run's House" by Run D.M.C.