Thug alwayz by Krayzie Bone
KRAYZIE BONE featuring Bone thugs-n-harmony:Thug Mentality 1999
It's 1999. Guess what? The muthaf**kin' real thugs is in this muthaf**ka.
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug always, -ways, -ways. Uh-huh,
uh-huh. Krayzie: Niggas look out. We in the muthaf**ka house. We in here now.
It's goin' down, steppin' through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we get wild.
Niggas lookin' foul. If he even move and step like he hatin'--knock 'em out. And
then keep stompin' his head in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance
floor. Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we
beat b**ches up out their britches to show 'em how to tear up a club when they
be f**kin' with the thugs. Nigga, we come to party, but I'll f**k up somebody,
but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit
y'all? If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags, then you should meet
us, see how fast we slash your ass. You wanna rumble? I'm sick of bein' humble,
give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it don't
matter. I got somethin' for him and him, and then them niggas that you bring
back thinkin' you can win. f**k your friends. Everybody talk that sh*t, nigga.
Oh, yeah I know it. But who gon' show it, and who the ho is? I bet 'em a million
bucks it's not us. Yeah, we might not get everybody. Somebody gon' get f**ked
[f**ked], f**ked [f**ked] up.
You wanna come test me now? Come, I say, come now challenge me, the realer, can
handle my business. I'm gonna finish, I 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 D-E-A-D. Bet I'm thug, don't test me block,
trust my dogs. Hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam. There's
five trues of mine. What am I? A thug always. Remember the way they play back in
the day? Hit 'em with AK, you're made to hate me, baby. Whoo! We comin' to
really make y'all feel us. Remember that nigga, Eazy-E, labelled me and my trues
black nigga killas. Nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swiggin', lovin' bud,
and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a f**k
if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some
Gotdamn, it feel good to be a thugsta--gettin' high, smokin' weed all day. Ain't
got to listen to no b**ches and I'm disrespectin' laws, just doin' it the Bone
Thug way. Yeah, nigga, you got to be crazy, f**kin' with Layzie, and all these
Mo Thug killas. We them ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers. Feel us,
nigga, if you want. Ain't nothin' but a high caffiene hit. We kickin' that raw
sh*t. f**k the law, sh*t, been screamin' it for years. Ain't no fear in my
heart, thanks to the Lord up above. And I got a grudge against the people that
judge, give 'em no mercy, no love. Let me see you shoot that muthaf**ka, shoot
that nigga. Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', niggas spit that fire. We
don't need no water, let this muthaf**ka burn, baby, and I know they hate me,
say lately, Layzie actin' shady. Hey, it's the #1 Assassin [that's me], they
just can't understand. I fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a
stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is my home, and
I don't trust nann nigga. My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin'
drugs, off this nigga gettin' buzzed, packin' heat off in the club. Nigga, what?
Nigga, what? They sayin' that Bone was split up. Niggas is jealous, tellin'
rumors and lies, can eat a dick up, nigga.
Nigga, stay real. Thugs get high. While you call yourself a thug, that's how I
feel inside. And we don't wanna hurt nobody, -body, but your f**kin' with us,
and we shootin' up the party. Even if we're solo on some of that Bone sh*t we
sayin', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. f**kin' with us is
like f**kin' with no condom. That's dumb, better play with yourself. Nigga, I
ain't the one. Ain't a thang changed: niggas still the same--made a little
change, sendin' bullets to brain, f**k around, man. Nine millimeter, come and
get some, get some. Shoot 'em with them hollows, 'cause you know he's got his
vest on. And you didn't want it to come to this, did you? f**kin' with them
thugs: them niggas roll through. If you really want some, run [Krayzie: you
better run], f**kin' with thug niggas--run, run.
Yeah, and nigga, come on. We ready for combat, but y'all ain't ready. Carry a
deadly machete, shred 'em and stretched, now they human spaghetti, steady smooth
and very eager to bury enemies. If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em, and
better go get 'em. We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter sh*t to sweep
the streets, make niggas retreat. That's heat. Now, I repeat: if you want some,
nigga come and get it, 'cause we still five, live, and vicious. Don't get it
twisted, muthaf**ka. Run up on it whenever ya wanna get down and dirty. Still
stand in the Land with the slugs in gun in my hand. Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy,Wish,
and Flesh put it down to the north, south, east, and west. From back in the day,
we claimin' the thuggish ruggish--no need to change it. Now everybody a thug. If
you real, throw it up, but if it's fake, kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest
of them phonies. f**k 'em, and yes, it's like that.
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I?
A thug always, -ways, -ways.