Pimps, Thugs, Hustlaz, &gangstaz

Krayzie:

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 gansta, 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

In' 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 rea

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

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.

Ry to run up and i'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot that pump, '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,

Ot to be played with. whateve

R you claim, you better get paid. shit.



Krayzie:

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'. t

Ealous, 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

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

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 th

? 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

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

. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen, smokin' the bud.



Krayzie:

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:

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 t

H 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 l

' 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 we