Lyrics:
argue with him I know what it was
Shit yo hood like my hood I know how it was
If you tryna get carried by 6 you better keep yo judge
Shawty wanna thug
It To Me Rough
Mr please, Drop Me At My Job
Mr please, I Need A Hundred Dollars To Borrow
Mr please, Can I Use Your Car
If any man can do all this
He
ta quicken put to derail my thugs
Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruise in my Mercedes
As ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey
your gangsta
Pack ya guns in the club
If they shrug to them thugs mean mug ya come gangsta
Is what they sayin' to me
I shoulda been done come wit
Uh dear Mr. President what's happenin'? I'm writin' you because
Shit is still real fucked up in my neighborhood
Pretty much the same way, right
Chillin at the club with T-Money and J-be
Lil Adrian and Boo, and my nigga, MJG.
I had the bitches staring at the twinkle of my diamonds.
Drinkin on this
Wamp-wamp, oh, I'ma get you wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery, ohh)
Wamp-wamp, lil mama, she wet-wet
(Jeffery)
Wamp-wamp, lil
Nigga maybe it's the thug in me
I'm livin' that, thug life baby!
Steady smokin' Indo, goin' crazy
Baby come and hug me when you rub me
Turn
.
You better count money
(ghetto cowboy)
(ghetto cowboy)
Tha name is Krayzie
Big Bad Ass Bone
Wanted up north for all the gold that I stole
Along
Hold on give me space all you n****s need to back up (back the f*** up)
Roll like the tide b**** I'm too much pressure
Say Lil whoody got that cutter
And come up and do a walk by on your bitch-ass
It's nay thun, don't give a fuck about how much money you got nigga
It's about how you outsmart the next nigga
okay
I gotta hit the spot looking fly
I wanna watch the OG thugs roll by
Find a little venom and gettin' 'em low cut
Not too much, just enough to wake
for you
If you drive by
Then after go see the rabai
Like Mr rabbai
I have been a bad boy
If am
Taking no bullshit
You niggas talk cow downs
And then am
Shit, who Bone Thugs?
Hell yeah Bone Thugs
Man them niggas broke up a long time ago
Nigga what the fuck you talking bout?
Shit Nigga
I
'm doing my thug dizzle
I got a pocket full of money
I'm doing my thug dizzle
Catch me rolling up da weed
I'm doing my thug dizzle
Bitch I'm shining on my
your thugs
(K-mont)
Nigga if you a thug than youu better have tatts
and whenever I got beef than I can call you for straps
nigga if you a thug than
[Chorus: Krayzie & (Layzie)]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label
lil baby
Thugs need love too
Duh
Hun me love you
Oh
I’m thug yeah baby
I’m a hustler baby
Thugs need love too
Duh
I need love I need love
That is all I
I’m Mr Wrong not the right one for you boo
And she’s Mrs Wrong not the right one for me too
I finesse her after I hit
I finesse her yoo
Mr Wrong
Mr
This that East Coast motherfucker
Call me Mr. East Coast motherfucker (let me give them a friendly reminder real quick, yo)
Y'all already know that I
shot, but spit that fire at her"
I see Pimp Ant, tryna shoot his lil piece of game
Big Chiefa holding down the whole city mane
Mr. Maintain said, "fuck it
get that money and run it Cnote Bandzzz but u can address me as mr100 u name it I done it it's mr100 to u
Four pockets full like I'm lil baby and they
what I’ve learned in this business
you just never know…
[Lil’ Kim]
Shut the f-ck up
Who the f-ck want war
FedEx beef straight to your front door
It’ll
write a rhyme away
I got a call from Mr. Rogers just the other day tellin' me he by my side
I'm like what the fuck you talkin' 'bout 'til he told me
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