Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe that infantry

If I lay me down to sleep, I'd die foe that SCT

Mo Murda's jumpin on that Clair side, foe that late night (rumors and war)

Just cannot fuck wit them soldiaz

(repeat)



Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha trigger just slipped up on'a my finger tips, now anotha nigga

dead, cuz tha 'lair speak foe

itself, it must not be said, tha nigga had me in tha red, but I be damned if tha mud is bud, it's thug,

yeah. These warriors and

rebels we fuckin slug, yeah. Don't dig in, util we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva no

tombstone was that slaya, trick

ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. Don't think no one can save ya, tha Yard's ready to grave ya, snap.

Ripple, den I popped his

ass, tha who ins concerned, tha lesson to be learned. You get burned, to a crispy clean and you

earn, and you bouncin wit

cheese, but I'm sick and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. I'm sick and tired ah ya nigga startin shit,

rumors and war, just cannot

fuck wit dem soldiaz



Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them slippin them box, this chamber, wit my glock

cop danger, this hustla, just

give it on up to tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' stoke ya, just a level doin homocide and

murda, that's tha way Mo Thugs gon' serve ya. You takin that buck, and closin that trunk, I'm sendin

that body to hades. I'm slangin mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, cuz nigga them crazy. Insane, see,

it's this nigga when I'm havin that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them

soldiaz live anotha day



Hello hello, infantry. Hello hello, infantry

Nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's

This clique too mothafuckin strong, this clique too mothafuckin strong

My niggaz be thuggin all year long. My niggaz be thuggin all year long

(repeat)



Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em into forces, cold deform'em, then

distortin, set ah nigga up foe

tha slaughter. We get allegiance, keep confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to duck and dodge, don't

ever wanna bade your

casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, cuz ah nigga be damned if I go back in that cave,

pump'em all, put ah slug on

my thug, gotta put them coppaz on 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'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and stompin soldiaz,

infantry movin in, den we

come to destroy ya, Lord ya into a trap, and snap that back. So ya betta be equipped and pack that

gat, don't slack, them

skoes, them crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt, now I'm runnin it back



We are Mo thug, we are Mo Thug

Mighty mighty warriors, mighty mighty warriors

Guages loaded, guages loaded

Ghetto bound soldiaz, ghetto bound soldiaz

(repeat)



Flesh

Credit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and I'm chin up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down to

them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe double clop it kill ya. Murda plot foe tha

money, seven I'm bloody mo red rum, wet'em in ah battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck shot

blows, you choose, wit ah 44 magnum and it was laughin at you. 

Laugh in tha mash, foe safety,

betch you this race on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin through 

this punk thug town, dump tha

bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, they wanna test Flesh Bone. 

Get'em make all bow down grab it,

givin up fort, yeah crazed to tha wasteland (wasteland, wasteland, 

wasteland). You see dis so shitty

when tha peepa keep peepin tha creep up and make it, man. And if 

you claim that you contain, well

stay foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, neva leave a gang ah Mo Thug 

ass niggaz, stay true to tha shit, let

us ran on crome. Decapitator, playa hata, pap pap in it this life 

and I'm rollin. Always remember

souljah boys be pimpin two glocks foe tha war, cockin'em back, 

popin'em and bitches be fold it,

foldin, showed you