Krayzie Bone: Pimps, thugz, hustlaz & gangstaz

(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