[Krayzie: x4]

This is how we do it, when we do it...



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Doesn't it feel good to see us makin money?

Feel good like everyday's sunny

Feel good see us takin off?

Doesn't it feel good to see us ball?

And they can't take it from us at all

And if you agree that we don't fall sing "la da di da da di da di da di da"



[Verse 1: Krayzie]

Back at'cha, it's the thug with the most droppin more Thuggish Ruggish on ya

Krayzie keepin it flaming, so indeed it's fire for ya

Water, don't need none let it burn

Let it be known that it's my turn, let 'em turn

Be concerned with these words I got

Whatever they sayin about the Line, we better kill 'em

'Cause I got up and I got mine don't mean I'm trippin

Really left niggaz behind to handle business

They don't understand I'm in it to win it

Thug out with a crowd full of criminals and killers

So pump your fists if ya feel it, hear me

We in it to keep it the realest

With my remige, Thugline team, coming to kill something

Close to 30 million sold and still thuggin, still strugglin

Wassup with Bone? Gotta keep it real, so I tell them I don't know

Can't think no more excuses when niggaz don't show

We came up from poor, and I'm not going back to poor, no!



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[Verse 2: Krayzie]

For The Love Of $, I keep it funky

Just thuggin back down in the ghetto

Sleep in the PJ's they let me so I love 'em back

By keepin it real, givin 'em shit that they can feel, like hustlin need more than a mil

Like how to make it on these streets and not be killed ‘fore you get grown

Let a nigga go on cuz he chose to live his life wrong

All I know is life is already short

And you can bring your non-exsistance closer if you want

Trust me, you don't nigga, live on, get'cha thug on (thug on)

Make you some cheese, get some weed and go get your buzz on

But must of all you gotta stay sucka-free, them bustas out ya mix

That go for anything you do and they go all to jail, I don't trip

I share a hater to the side, devil ass nigga

Always fuckin up my vibe, that's right now, nigga

You done meet Krayzie Bone, you ain't meet Leatherface

And I don't think you wanna though, no!



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[Verse 3: Krayzie]

My nigga, cover your ears and fuck what you heard (heard)

'Cause it's about they bullshit they be talkin, why?

Niggaz in my business like they my bitches, got me hot (so hot, hot, hot, hot)

Run up, touch me, get burned, nigga

Said they saw me at the Source out on the floor, dropped (what?)  

Chickenhead bitch from Miami said we was runnin when the war popped

Hoe stop, you don't know none nigga rollin with me

What shut you puff? My niggaz hold on the B

For most of them niggaz they want peace when we meet

Like we ain't be hearin what they be saying on the streets

So we gotta bring the heat

Speak if you want, but keep it to a mumble

Speak louder than a whisper, oh and we gonna get'cha

Y'all Don't Know Me, ain't that what I told 'em?

Hope they knowin these pistols real's that we toat, jokin

Naw nigga, we for real in the field

Believe what you want, but you suckas know the deal



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