(feat. Boss)



[Verse 1: Boss]

Big ballin bitch like Boss come thru like it ain't no thang

Paper chase, hustlin nothin changed

Ask me again I'll tell you the same

Don't hustle the fame nigga, most of the game

Put it down in the street for mine

24/7, stayin on the grind

For days and days I shell at the cops

Enough grenades to get at the block

I'm a drug smuggler

Part bitch, part thug, part hustla

You lift my crib and I'm touchin ya

No love for ya, draw blood from ya

Cause a nigga like you dreamin to Boss

And you fiendin to floss, and who pounds is flown

We're bustin motherfuckas with the black game

Holdin them fiends and lovin my crack, in the front got bud in the back

Who can get more thugga than that?

From hookers and jacks, put the house up, bitch

I'm bustin the gat



[Krayzie]

Y'all niggaz always testing, gonna make me pull this weson



[Boss]

If money ain't the answer rephrase the question, dawg



[Krayzie]

Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is...



[Verse 2: Boss]

Runnin up in your town with an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols

Y'all mad we the real number owners

Rollin like big, Thugline nothin but runners

Trouble Boss, a double cross

A nigga named Krray they good as dead

From the b-o-double, doin double time

And these tricks comin up to bread



[Chorus: repeat 2x]

We on some thugga shit

We on some other shit that you ain't fuckin with

The thuggin don't stop

And you can't touch the clique

You know you love this shit

Take it to what we spit

The thuggin don't stop



[Verse 3: Krayzie]

I heard a silent motherfucka creepin up from behind ya

Bet ya didn't think that I'd find ya, huh?

With a nine or pump (pump, pump, pump) your shit'll be fucked

And I ain't even popped the goddamn trunk (trunk)

I bet they never saw a nigga bring the heat and be so cool

Freeze everything, nigga don't move

You can choose to be a fool and try to get away

But never make it out the room when the pump go BOOM!

Fuckin 'em up, scream "fuck the world" while I cuff my nuts

Real niggaz don't lie, hit 'em in the mind, everytime goddamn we live

Send 'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all?

Matter of fact motherfucka who paid y'all

You runnnin up on them niggaz you know gonna bust back?

Take no more shorts fuck that (fuck that)

Pistol control, we roll streets of the all know

If they run up I'll pop get your hand out my pocket

For the glock, glock shot 'em all on the floor

You dealin with some motherfuckin real niggaz

Thrill niggaz, we'll kill niggaz if they wanna kill me

Still runnin with the AK-47 ain't shit changed

Still got the same artilary

Bust at them bastards (bastard)

Me and Boss steady breakin it off in they asses (in they ass)

Wanna see me get glasses (glass)

Cause I be all in your face but you walk right past me (past me)

But that let a niggaz know they don't really wanna swang them thangs

Fuckin wit them thugs, the thugs... nigga the thugs, what?



[Chorus: x2]



[Verse 4: Boss]

Bare witness to Mrs. Gangsta

We're gun-toaters, blunt smokers, big bank folders, and high rollers

Quick to burn off into toaster for fun, this bitch

Judges wanna post as gorilla

Pimps, killers, and soldiers roll

You don't slip and we thought that we told ya

Know what Thug Luv nigga to bone ya

They can run your shit and bend a corner, scatter and spread

Like mustard jam them buzzards up and leave 'em smothered

Quick friends gats find ya like bookie and they down with me like fo' flat

Y'all niggaz got nuts, our niggaz got nuts



So we can go nut for nut see who first to crack and split

Like ya down like wipers

'Fore the motherfuckin piper pay the bitch



[Verse 5: Krayzie]

You motherfuckas feelin to feel it

Thugline put it down keepin it the real it

And I ain't really trippin of these niggaz

They say they gonna get me yet they miss me

(What?) Cause I've been here niggaz thuggin

Waitin for you motherfuckas to come bring it to me

Fuck waitin I'ma mingle with it

The nine millimeter and plenty more haters

If any more niggaz roll up put the cut I'm fuckin 'em up

When I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you gonna die

Fuck you, die, buck you, die

Reload, unload one more time

Hit him with the pump make sure he dead

He bled blood, we bail

Ask me if a nigga prepared for war hell yeah



[Chorus 'til fade]