[Intro: (Mag)]
 Aw shit! Here we go!
 Aw there go my niggas over there!
 Yeah there go my thugs over there!
 There go them bitches over there!
 Look out for shots for my real niggas!

 [Chorus:]
 Where my thugs  where my hustlers at?
 Where my thugs  where my hustlers at? Say what?
 Where my thugs  where my hustlers at?
 Where my thuss  where my hustlers at? Say what?
 The Henny's in me, you can't change that
 Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
 The Henny's in me, you can't change that
 Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?
 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at
 Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

 [Mag]
 Now why should locs give a fuck?
 What? Nigga my mental's stuck
 I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up
 Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up
 When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk
 Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me
 Real ass niggas they get it done with me
 Because they want with me
 Ha, it's just the low life I live
 Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died
 My head stays busted
 All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay
 Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga
 Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind

 [Treach]
 See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin
 While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions
 My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin
 My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin
 See, some motherfuckers got loot to get
 It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit
 So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit
 And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six
 Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow
 Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos
 So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito
 Then Beelow rolled him through the desert
 Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note
 A section or a solid to sell it
 Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits
 Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know
 You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah

 [Chorus]

 [Krayzie Bone]
 You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud
 Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched
 Now they better tear this motherfucker up
 If you one of them niggas, us
 Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what
 We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots
 Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels
 Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry
 And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money
 Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler
 And you gotta have the nuts to be both
 And I gotta roll with the raws
 And get with the steady regardless
 Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with
 See we the ones that like to crash the party
 Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there
 Cuz we don't give a fuck (we don't)
 Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum
 Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality
 But I know some niggas be fakin themselves
 That's cuz they hoes
 And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell
 Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real
 So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live
 Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers
 Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya
 And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers
 Hustlers, hustlers