Notorious Thugs

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woke in the mornin With Henny caffiene and green and nicotine No dough so pop a couple of doze Lil Ripsta, nigga Mista Clean Nigga Dean, deep in my temple and not to get sentimentally sting, wit my Instrumelody, and heated especially for your team And a forty-five indeed will beam in between the scenes destroy your dreams You willin to die, we'll see how many flees when I cause the scene We mean mug, Mo Thugs Trained to be perfect, disciples When it's survival tongue, never double-edged sword Triple, six rivals spittin fire This the real truth, b*tch Breakin out for lies My Messiahs better be ready for Armageddeon six-six-five It's wild, bless the child The one that became a man Put in positions over the pay All that I had to do was stare Test me now, contender never no surrender no pretend Pick up my pen, and my hemp One of my trusted friend friend, hey Open it let's see if we're real, we all suited Beg my pardon to Martin Baby we ain't marchin we shootin And daily recruitin there's a front row Everyday in the ghetto We start em off little we give em a bottle and a pen and a pad to hit the lead now kick it (Krayzie) Nigga roll wit Bone up into the Thug spot To the dome wit a shot of bird Never get tossed to the curb Be feelin that urge to splurge But I'm broke as f*ck son gimme that Mossberg swerve Up into my bag, cause I gotta get my mask and shells to put in this twelve gauge sawed off Get em all off, nigga yo' loss, take it all off Got a nigga car door But the Bone not Leatherface, too many are thinkin they Thugs They need the most help to pull it in doves And b*tch if you stickin we buckin them guzzlers, f*cked up Now let me get done with the grime Gotta go purchase a dime Put in a state to get done with the crime Smokin the reefer to ease my mind Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks But Willie be servin em clemency Gotta buck him on down if he come back talkin like gimme back me money Thuggin with me killers, need us a leader or liquor but niggaz ain't got sh*t Wit a sawed off pump chrome thirty-eight pistol Now who ready to get bent Nigga like me feenin for them green leaves But I ain't had no dough Gotta make some money so I'm makin my dummy rocks if I go broke Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2 (Layzie) Yeah, Little Lay hey comin in the form of scripture Finna get ya and hit ya wit magic Droppin down licks betta call on my gadgets With an automatics status we spray time to load the glocks But I'm thinkin not There's another he forced tellin me do what I gotta do So my other partnuh nigga die tonight And I'm always runnin from the boys in blue Biggie booms on my a$$ now provide the cellular phone The carphone, what's happenin Grab artillery niggaz start packin Cause a motherfu*ker try to get me in a jacket, and I did him Hit him right between the eyes, despise the wise Wanna test a nigga size, that'll cost him Nigga f*ck around wit the wrong sh*t Y'all get mo murdered all day all day We done paved the way and I'm on the run I'ma call my boys and bring all the guns Y'all niggaz wanna have a little fun wit number one One, one, then it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum But it red red rum rum rum rum rum rum But it red red rum Chorus: Intro 3, Intro 2, Intro 3, Intro 2