started, we gon pop pop pop-pop that body, (Doin' that violent..) Them popo don't want beef, they want this war out on the streets with me and my T.H.
long gone, hold on, be strong. Krayzie: Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers. we're T-H-U-G's
gotta end this, I'm a diminish thee. Come, follow my profits seeking gifts. It ain't no stoppin' me. I gotta clock cheese. T-H-U-G. Pop niggas, they
partner smoke Let me roll We want your mind to blow We got some things to do Smokin' on some lovely, now I'm feelin' fine It's jumpin' off at the 9.9
gettin' spurred in the mouth Southside, let the spotlight shine, heat 'em up Introduce 'em to the glock 1 9, beat 'em up Who in the muthafuckin' house
of niggas comin' back Nigga lookin' for they shit, aggravated and pissed Niggas they can't fuck with my clique I'm here to break 'em off for chunk A D E A T H
[Intro] Niggaz just love the cash Shake down niggaz say yea 1-9 niggaz love the cash H-A-R-D-R-O-C-K yo BK no, oh, oh, oh [Bridge] You ain't gotta love
know, where did your pussy go? don't know, cause girl i need to know that pussy, that pussy, that pussy now don't know, i'm about to k*** this b***h
The green-eyed bandit can't stand it With more Fruitier Loops then that Toucan Sam Bitch Plus, the Bombazee got me wild Fuckin' with us is a straight suicide 10, 9
and I'm macking I'm not a wannabe pimp, I never simp Since I started walking I had this limp It was a cool type walk, just like me The Too S-H-O-R-T
macking Hit it! I'm not a wanna-be pimp, I never simp Since I Started walking I had this limp It was a cool type walk, just like me The Too S-H-O-R-T
9-4 and 9-5 Givin it up to you muthafuckas like real live So take it to advantage and give it up, niggas Intro pt. 2: CNH (Dru Down) (C.N. muthafuckin H
smellin like toes Ya know we had it from Georgia to Cali' Doin shows from Virginia to that Cakilaki Ask if are we lackin? Nothin, see we packin 4-5 glocks, .9
care that's your girl, all these bars in here are free don't make me pull my horns out like I'm flexing my obliques [Chorus] [Vado] Hermes belt with a H
? Why oh why, oh why... All I want's to change my ways! Why oh why, oh why... Do I always end up back h-h-h-h-h-h-h (here) Stuck on the wrong side of
Smoke it, When it comes to puttin this ruggish shit down yo' I'm the locest And to the bitches Skinny bitches Fat bithces Big bitches thinkin ya'll could get wit this 9
It was 8:49 on a beautiful 9th day of July There was not a cloud to speak of So the orange sun hung lonely in the sky I lay prone in my catboat home Thinking
thug how to be a thug, top that nigga Turn your favorite drug into another drug, cop that nigga [Jah 5'9"] (State your naaaame, gangsta!) Jah da 5'9