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Send "Pimpz Thugz Hustlaz Amp Gangstaz" Ringtone to your Cell KRAYZIE BONE FEAT MJG, 8BALL, LAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999 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 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 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, and not to be played with. Whatever 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`. 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. 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 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 we?l 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, you?l 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. 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. Eightball: Yeah ... Bone Thugs. Mo Thugs. Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin`-G. The realest niggas alive, yeah. Thuggin`, pimpin`, bitch, this shit don`t stop. You know what I`m talkin` `bout? All over the muthafuckin` world and back again, bitch. Space-age forever. Send " Pimpz Thugz Hustlaz Amp Gangstaz" Ringtone to your Cell Pimpz Thugz Hustlaz Amp Gangstaz lyrics @ Burbler Lyrics | Pimpz Thugz Hustlaz Amp Gangstaz lyrics @ ELyrics | Pimpz Thugz Hustlaz Amp Gangstaz lyrics @ Kovideo | Krayzie Bone Lyrics and Video @ MusicBabylon | Pimpz Thugz Hustlaz Amp Gangstaz lyrics @ Songlyrics | Pimpz Thugz Hustlaz Amp Gangstaz lyrics @ ELyricsWorld

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