(feat. Flesh-N-Bone, Gates, Sin, Tombstone)



[Intro:]

Two blocks from the war niggas die for that infantry

If I lay me down to sleep, I die for that S-C-T

Mo' murda's jumpin' on that Clairside for the late night

Rumors and war just cannot fuck with them soldiers, boy



[Verse 1: Tombstone]

Boy tried to ride, yeah he died

The trigger just slipped up under my fingertips

Now, another nigga dead

Cause that lead speak for itself

And murder be said, the nigga had me in red

But I be damned if the murder (...?...)

These warriors and rebels, we never failed to slug yet

Don't get get until we get the snitches that's hatin' the playas

Never knew Tombstone worked to slay ya

Trick ass niggas, we comin' to lay ya

Don't think po-po can save ya

The Yard's ready to grave ya

Snap, cripple, then I popped his ass, to whom it's concerned

The lesson to be learned

You'll get burned to a crisp

They cleanin' your urn

And you're about to achieve

But I'm sick and tired of you niggas talkin' shit

I'm sick and tired of you niggas startin' shit, rumors and war

Just cannot fuck when them soldiers, boy



[Verse 2: Gates]

Put 'em all in the dirt when my glock pop slugs

I'm slippin' up out this chamber

When my glock cocked, danger

This hustla, just givin' on up to the gangsta shifter

Clair soldier, gonna stalk ya, pulls the lever

Do a homicide, a murder,

That's the way Mo Thugs gonna serve ya

Ya takin' a buck and closin' that trunk

I'm sendin' that body to Hades

I'm slangin' mo slugs 'round Mo Thugs, bitch

These niggas, them crazy, insane, see

Is this nigga when I handle that chrome

We stayin' home to escape the murderous game

We pray them soldiers live another day



[Hook 1]

Hello, hello, infantry

You niggas can't fuck with the S-C-T's

This click too muthafuckin' strong

My niggas be thuggin' all year long



[Verse 3: Sin]

Straight for destruction, pray they comin' for eternal torture

Mental forces cold deformin' and then distortin'

Set a nigga up for a slaughter

Wicked illusions keep confusin', dilutin' my (rage...?)

Try to duck and dodge, don't never want to be a casualty

So, stop, take a breath

Brought a gauge

Cause a nigga be damned if I go back in that cage

Pump 'em off with a slug, I'm a thug

Got to buck 'em, coppers off in that grave

And it's much too late, I can't be saved

I tried to pray, so death is the only way

Deep in hell is where I stay

I suffer tortures, all them wars and stompin' soldiers

Infantry movin' in, then we come to destroy ya

Lure ya into a trap and snap that back

So ya better be equipped and pack that gat

Don't slack

Them skulls they crack and work in the dirt

Now my [party] laid back



[Hook 2]

We are Mo Thugs

Mighty, mighty warriors

Gauges loaded

Ghetto bound soldiers



[Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone]

(Credit hustlas, them bouncin' the top)

I'm chillin' off on my block, feelin' nasty

Droppin' down to them SCT's

Pullin' triggers on bitches stay down on Double-glock

Me kill ya

Murder plots for the money, servin' em bloody mo redrum

Wet 'em in a battle, had a little nigga gun gun blast

Buckshot blows you too with a forty-four magnum

And it was laughin' at you

Mad for the dash for safety

Bet you this spray on this one in his head and gone

Runnin' through this Mo Thug town, dumpin' bullets

[check the time]

What the fuck? they wanna test Flesh Bone

And I make 'em all bow down.

(?) givin' up (?) praise to the Wastleland

You see its so shitty when the people keep deep in the creep up

And make it, man

And if you claim you untame us, stay down for your shit

Let your nuts hang

Better believe a gang of Mo Thug-ass niggas

They true to this shit, let us reign home

My chrome, decapitate a playa hater, pap, pap

Peelin' is life, and I'm rollin

Always remember soldier boys

We packin' two blocks from the war

Cockin' 'em back, poppin' em, bitch, you be foldin

We told you