Mo' Thugs

Mo' Thugs - No Pretender lyrics

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Damn man, I see all them mothafuckin police, dogg. Mothafuckaz

comin down here, dogg, fa real.

They only way down this

mothafucka, now I'm gon' serve them mothafuckaz. It's on like ah

mothafucka, dogg, I'm tellin ya. It

ain't down. They gettin

tha...Comin on dogg, they gettin tha....shit! Pull tha shit. Damn.

Here dey come, dogg, here dey

come

Krayzie

It's gon' be that, you know? Hell yeah, gimme that mothafucka, man

(let's get ready for these

mothafuckaz). These bitches and

niggaz, shit. Let's take they mothafuckin head off, right here,

though, it's on. Aight, nigga i'm tryin to

load this mothafucka.

Damn, nigga, it's comin off. It's on. It's on. What's up? What's

up, mothafucka (you mothafucka,

fuck you, get up)

Chorus

(gimme some back up) (this way, that way) We no surrender, we no

pretender, we bang bang (8x)

Jhaz (from II Tru)

Get right surrenda, no pretenda, II Tru, my crew come thick. Family

behind us, you don't wanna see

this Mo Thug clique, too

swift to be faded, just hated by them foes, throw blows, bow down,

hoes, Mo Thug ghetto this life

crawls, I'm too cold. Neva

catch me slippin, mothafucka set up. II Tru to my dyin day, rollin

wit A.J. , Mo Thug love, nigga

what. You got yo blue suit, yo got yo nine, but if you pop one

time, my true's comin back up tight

and I'm ah end minds eye. Nothin, but, one ah tha best

females, pumpin in yo hear, fillin tha air, wit nothin but potent

ass bust males

Tombstone (from Graveyard Shift)

We strap wit Bone and ah dick, on tha what's of tha rank, strapped

wit ah 38 and tech hey man,

how we love them techs, ain't gotta dump 'em. But when we find tha

mothafuckin snitch, lynch him,

head straight foe tha ditch, victim, see we gotta snake tha snitch,

goin to tha cut so we can brake ah

bitch. How you wanna tha nigga red on his blue suit, fryed when he

die, let's show tha nigga he could

neva ride or fuck wit tha soldiaz, they glide, on tha Clair side

runnin wit guages, flippin ya pages,

fuck tha cages, should ah known not to fuck wit tha thugs them

militant. Hell yeah, we chill, but we ill

to tha sense of livin. Still can't help tha way we roll, in tha

land so cold, everybody singin tha devil

song along tha road

Boogie Nikke (from Poetic Hustlaz)

I'm takin tha lives of all them seargents, luitenants, we pin this.

How far, while you runnin to go, when

you test us, we test nuts,

boy. Betta part tha sea and pin tha scriptures, we're breathin.

Gotta get'em where it hurt, gotta get

their kids first, I'm ah sell

then beat tha envy in me. I'm wantin yo soul to burn in hell and

dwell until tha past they beat you

there. Yo family was sold to

follow, as I complete my into, on yo people. God bless tha chilren

though, it was business neva

personal, betta pray to tha

Lord foe yo soul on tha way through tha tunnel of tha light, can

you see me, see me

Krayzie

Boy you betta me, tru people, fiendin, feelin when they cough and

top drop, their box lock shot.

Toss'em in tha back ah tha

hearse, and I wish I could watch tha cops' crooked body rottin.

Thugs, wit all them time (time).

Take over tha world, collect

tha mind, all tha nigga boys and girls and pearls to anotha

dimension, but it really is just us, fuck tha

system. It's ya, feel'em and

ah, cuz I ain't got time, to be fuckin wit street week leak in

mine. And always cool to be thuggin on

99, my parlay be bustin tha niggaz that's on tha ground. Niggaz try

to creep up on ah come up, but I

betcha nigga come my way, you sprayed, you knew he was real, we

really do smoke blunts, we do

all tha old stuff, fuck cops a whole bunch. So they wanna die, so

we fiend to kill'em at tha cut, we

chop him up wit tha m-11, I feel tha pain, we get de guage you g

be, fuckin soldia, niggaz is sho', we

got tha real shit foe ya. Neva respect'em ready to blow'em out tha

town now, come one yall, we

take a pow pow dey guaged, dey guaged, we spray, dey lay dey lay,

what a wonderful day. But get

up, buck, we fuck'em on up, when they pull ya to tha side and they

try to put tha cuffs on. That's ah

perfect time to get it, pump, then you reach up in tha glove foe ya

'posed and get ya bust on. Let'em

feel tha round or hear tha sound of tha 12 guage eruption,

destruction we made. Now tha playa gets

do, and we got yo pay, yo pay

Chorus

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