pimps, thugs, hustlaz, &gangstaz þarký sözü

krayzie:
if you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke.

krayzie:
took a trip out to texas and i find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can vibe, ´cause y´all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta give ´em some love, so now you´re dealin´ with the big pimps and the thugs. you get up too close and we fuckin´ you up, you don´t really want that ´cause i know these ain´t no hoes you fuckin´ with. touched down and got with the realest niggas in the town. now look who´s in the suave house, yes it´s truly-yours, mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy, ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. in the meanwhile, i still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, i thought to connect, and hooked up with mjg, made money, ´cause all that other shit don´t mean a thing to me. but try to run up and i´m leavin´ you stunned. nobody will know who shot that pump, ´cause i´m gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga that did it was wearin´ a leather face, and not to be played with. whateve
r you claim, you better get paid. shit.

krayzie:
if you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

mjg:
who be i? the nigga who pimpin´-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank that he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas´ gang blown away. it makes you wonder why niggas be hatin´. they jealous, they fellas be lookin´ to take you under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin´ for ways to drive us insane, confusin´ our brain. i´m settin´ up traps for rats who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell ´em to bring it on, i comes the hardest.

mjg, pimp, runnin´ with bone, dividin?the throne. regardless of niggas who stand in my path, i´m bringin´ it on. recitin´ the lyrical gift, the shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. how do you know when you´re goin´ too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, i breaks in half crook niggas. don´t make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one´s the ass? where your bitch at? collectin´ my cash. now who would´ve know that the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin´ my stash, leavin´ you fast. you´re thinkin´ i´m slippin´, i´m grippin´ the tech. look at the bullets, they rippin´ his vest open, puttin´ a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to rest. i´m leavin´ you grievin´, believin´ in pimpin´. the shit that i got is the shit that i´m given. constantly livin´ that life of a thug, drinkin´ the hen, smokin´ the bud.

krayzie:
if you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

layzie:
too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they couldn´t win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now i´m in the wind, 500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came through with the mack-10. wish trippin´ when i pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop, comin´ with the heat cocked, ´cause it never did stop. everybody i know out lookin´ for a come up, we creep, it´s deeper than the way you perceive a thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime i try him from my wordly grudge. what? nigga we´ll bust till the point of no return, i´m out here swangin´, paper chasin´. erasin´ my poverty and i gotsta be that soldier claimin´ mo! even though it get hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle, uh-oh, they´ll gets more chaos and i won´t stop till i piece this puzzle.

i´m a go gather up all lost souls show ´em the way to the road to be real, give ´em a deal, train ´em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. we marchin´, ready for war, fuck the law, they ain´t on our side. hell yeah, we can meet up at the district. i´m bringin´ it to you, ready to die. see, i am so sick of oppression, shit ain´t changed, little lay still stressin´. no question, clutchin´ there no more weapon, ´cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uh, you´ll probably feelin?the sense of some danger, but i´m bringin´ the sense of an angel to the table. watch me put it down for mo, and them suave house niggas. so, willin?and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs. if that´s what it is, you better be mindin´ your business, or be beggin´ forgiveness. you know all i´m sayin?is, just don´t fuck with me, man.

krayzie:
if you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you better get ready for war. if you a hustla make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

eightball:
yeah... bone thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and mj-fuckin´-g. the realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin´, pimpin´, bitch, this shit don´t stop. you know what i´m talkin´ ´bout? all over the muthafuckin´ world and back again, bitch. space-age forever.