Mo Thugs Low Down lyrics

(Souljah Boy)

Me low down, low down, low down.

Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthafucka,

my muthafuckin` nigga.

Souljah Boy `bout to shut you hoes down.

You know what it is?

Mo Thug click

rollin` too damn thick, nigga.

What you hoes wanna do?

Ride, ride?

Die, die?.

What it is, nigga.

What it is.



(Chours)



We low down, low down dirty shame,

niggas actin` strange,

catch a clip to the fuckin` brain.

Shoot `em down, now.



(Souljah Boy)

Souljah Boy off in this muthafucka,

`cause to point out the bitch-made suckas,

thinkin` they gotta enough heat to rush us.

I`m a dust your ass off with the blink of an eye.

You niggas gotta die.

Don`t ask me why,

but still I try

with the vibes that I

be givin`, makin` money,

gettin,

spittin,

ya`ll shittin,

down to the fuckin` white meat.

You hoes wanna find me

and my nigga Layzie Bone (...?...).

Ain`t no comin` back, comin` back,

give me some of that good shit you smokin`,

got me gigged up,

heat it up,

lit it up,

I`m straight locin`.

I`m hopin` that all y`all bustas got time to play.

My nigga Tombstone,

Krayzie Bone,

swing around your way,

your way.



(Chours 2x)



(Krayzie)

Now what if we banged your brain,

put `em in a coffin, and that`s where they lay?

Nigga, wanna row the boat to get chromed,

dump `em in the river.

Now, that`s how we play.

Hey, murdered them niggas that`s plottin` to rob me.

Hollow point top in your body.

Nigga fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg,

leavin` you stiff and cold.

Nigga, what ya gonna do when

the muthafuckin` thugstas come for you?

You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi.

Nigga fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do.

Runnin` with a nigga with finger on his trigger,

when I catch `em, I fill `em with ammunition.

Hit `em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya,

they miss `em.

Hey, we down with the swangin`,

no fake entertainin`.

We quick when to fuck-a you up, oh my!

Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens,

we load `em and shoot for your head. You die!

Niggas, they better test me.

Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.]

We leavin` `em headless.

Respect them Clair playas, bitch.



(Chours)



(Souljah Boy)

I`m on a mission [mission].

I`m swift when I empty my clip.

You oughta` beat your ass

real fast to safety, man,

if a soldier`s about to rip.

You get lit, get hit,

as I split your shit.

Ain`t worried `bout a nigga tellin`,

yellin` muthafuckin` thangs.

All you bitches [soldiers] gon` lay stiff,

as I shift with my grip off into a whole new level.



(Krayzie)

Gon` on my click, and now you`re dead wrong [dead wrong].

Rest in peace.

They seem to be creepin` up on me lately.

Fuck it, let`s all go crazy,

sell weed daily,

and we ready.

My thugstas love

when we buck buck,

put `em underground, fuck `em.

Krayzie release them shells.

I say, `say fuck it, let`s all go to Hell,`

`cause I got my money,

my pistol,

my reefer,

never forget my thugs, what?

Hey, we slay.

We spray.



(Souljah Boy)

We pray everyday,

but still I see that you and me

just don`t mix,

so I grab my grip.

I`m a kill your click,

that`s the end of this shit.

So don`t you ever

in your muthafuckin` life try to test me

steppin` like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife.

You better respect me,

or I won`t think twice.

I`m killin` your wife.

Your bitch get sniped just like Wesley,

don`t test me,

don`t press me.

Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G.



(Krayzie/Souljah Boy)



Yeah, niggas [Nigga, yeah nigga].

Yeah, ho-ass niggas, y`all muthafuckas

[Shit.] ain`t ready for this muthafuckin` real thug shit.

[That`s the shit.

Niggas ain`t ready.]Bone shut shit down

[Shut shit down!], completely down!

[completely down!]You hoes didn`t know? [Huh?]

You gotta recognize.

St.Clair Wasteland, nigga.

[Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland,

soldiers, soldiers, soldiers]

Ho-ass muthafuckin` bitches.

I`m ready to kill `em!Can you feel that?
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