Layzie:

It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls.  Babi Boi, my
Angel, Daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads [Crossroads].

Bizzy:

Babi Boi . . .

Layzie:

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

[Everybody] Everybody by now you should know my label, my thugsta,
these things guidin' your struggles.  All it is, is about this hustle,
whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why declare war on these fakers
and haters eliminate us, traitors (...?...)  These are the days of our lives
[lives].  Do or die, (that died to Boo--he go bye) whom die they lie in the
face of our society.  Tried a (?) attempt to quiet me, and got a nation
that's down to ride with me.  Here's the deal, can I get a witness?  It's
deeper than survival.  Who am I?  My brother's keeper?  Yeah, I be
clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die.  The wicked is near me, dearly
departed, but nobody hears me.  'Cause we all gon' fall in misery.  It's so
serious, it bring tears to me.  Here's to the street, like a drop to the beat,
creepin' up my block.  I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me, so I stay
strapped. (Don't pose for the cop), crooked cops, they gonna harass me,
ask me the same ol' bullshit questions, knowin' I'm a thug, (will bust a
gauge), keepin' a pistol in my possession, but a thuggish ruggish soldier
like myself gon' move on, and prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my
Bones, splittin' domes.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
come on, don't make me hurt ya.  Come on, come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
come on, make a move and I'll have to hurt ya.  Come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that
bloody murder.

Bizzy:

Baby Boi . . .

Layzie:

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

(Stick to this dance) and struggle, addicted to trouble, we never goin'
change.  My (?), thugs, see.  Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G. (?)
loves thee.  Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up,
seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse
and ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal, in the struggle.
Thank God.  I'm a count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin', just
started a lesson, 'cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a
cell.  See a nigga walkin' the streets, and they label us foolish.  Trouble
'cause I always knew this, while the rest of my days I livin' in Ruthless.
Fuck what you're thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven.  Look at my
stomach and see the "7," even scares us how I'm bailin', rebellin', tellin'
y'all nothin' but a soldier tell, critic can kiss my ass.  I might go to
thinkin' about my past, get mad, I reach in my stash and blast.  Fuck all
y'all that treated a nigga like we wasn't shit, and soon as we hit, now what
do we get?  These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our
dick, but you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave
it.  You can't believe it.  It ain't that season.  Get to steppin', hater.
Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I'm proud.  Mo Thug
and I'm proud.
Loud!  Proud!  Loud!  Proud!

Bizzy:

Baby Boi . . .

Layzie:

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

Better watch for the nightfall when them come, better watch out for the
night stormers.  No light's in sight when them run, but them lights would
warned ya.  Caught ya slippin' up out of your game, playa.  Wasteland
soldier, see what we facin', chasin' po-po on the hood like Jason, casin'
your (?), fin to blow your sta