KRAYZIE BONE

KRAYZIE BONE - Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz & Ganstaz lyrics

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(feat. Eightball & MJG, Layzie Bone)

[Chorus]

If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes

If you a thug, you better get ready for war

If you a hustla, make your dough

If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

[Krayzie]

Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas remind me of mine

A nigga can vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas

Hey, there Mo Thug and we gotsta give 'em some love

So now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs

You get up too close and we fuckin' you up

You don't really want that 'cause I know these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with

Touched down and got with the realest niggas in the town

Now look who's in the Suave House

Yes it's truly-yours, Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface

A warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy

Ready to move out, nigga

Ready to get with the shoot out

In the meanwhile I still gotta make me some money to get by

Yeah I thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG made money

Cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me

But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned

Nobody will know who shot that punk

Cause I'm gonna dump it and run

Put him on the pave

And hey, that nigga that did it was wearin' a Leather Face

And not to be played with

Whatever you claim you better get paid

Shit

[Chorus x2]

If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes

If you a thug, you better get ready for war

If you a hustla, make your dough

If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

[MJG]

Who be I?

The nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes

Look at the size of the bank that he hold

Natural born mind control

False niggas' gang blown away

It makes you wonder why niggas be hatin'

They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take you under

It seems like the more that we get

You come with that shit

Lookin' for ways to drive us insane confusin' our brain

I'm settin' up traps for rats who snatch cheese

Fly like a trapeze artist

Tell 'em to bring it on I comes the hardest

MJG, pimp, runnin' with Bone dividin the throne

Regardless of niggas who stand in my path I'm bringin' it on

Recitin' the lyrical gift

The shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars

How do you know when you're goin' too far

?

The further you get, the further you are

Shit, I breaks in half crook niggas

Don't make me laugh

Now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one's the ass

?

Where your bitch at

?

Collectin' my cash

Now who would've know that the bitch is a hood-rat

Increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast

You're thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the Tech

Look at the bullets

They rippin' his vest open puttin' a hole in his chest

In piece is that nigga decide to rest

I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'

The shit that I got is the shit that I'm given

Constantly livin' that life of a thug

Drinkin' the Hen, smokin' the bud

[Chorus x2]

If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes

If you a thug, you better get ready for war

If you a hustla, make your dough

If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

[Layzie Bone]

Too many fake niggas done tried to contend

And then again, pinned that they couldn't win

Ken took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I'm in the wind

500 Benzo, we roll, roll

Rod J came through with the Mack-10

Wish trippin' when I pulled out the glock

You know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop

Comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop

Everybody I know out lookin' for a come up

We creep it's deeper than the way you perceive a thug,no love

Take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly grudge

What

?

Nigga well bust till the point of no return

I'm out here swangin', paper chasin'

Erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier claimin' Mo

Even though it get hectic respect it

Nigga, knock my struggle, uh-oh

They'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzle

I'm a go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real

Give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill

Haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field

We marchin' ready for war fuck the law they ain't on our side

Hell yeah, we can meet up at the district

I'm bringin' it to you ready to die

See, I am so sick of oppression

Shit ain't changed Little Lay still stressin'

No question clutchin' there no more weapon

Cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uh

Youll probably feelin the sense of some danger

But I'm bringin' the sense of an angel to the table

Watch me put it down for Mo

And them Suave House niggas

So, willin and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs

If that's what it is

You better be mindin' your business or be beggin' forgiveness

You know all I'm sayin is just don't fuck with me, man

[Chorus x2]

If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoes

If you a thug, you better get ready for war

If you a hustla, make your dough

If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke

[Eightball]

Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bone Thugs

Mo Thugs

Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin'-G

The realest nigga alive, yeah

Thuggin', pimpin', bitch this shit don't stop

You know what I'm talkin' 'bout?

All over the motherfuckin' world and back again, bitch

Space-Age forever

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