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 Rate Thug Alwayz
Artist : Krayzie bone
Song : Thug alwayz
Krayzie:
It's 1999. Guess what? The
muthafuckin' real thugs is in this muthafucka.
Oh, shit!
Krayzie:
Always, always . . .
What am I? What am I?
A thug always,
-ways, -ways.
Uh-huh,
uh-huh.
Krayzie:
Niggas look out. We in the muthafucka 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 bitches up out their britches to show
'em how to tear up a club when they be fuckin'
with
the thugs. Nigga, we
come to party, but I'll fuck 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. Fuck your friends.
Everybody talk that shit,
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
fucked [fucked], fucked [fucked] up.
Flesh-n-Bone:
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
fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you
see a
thug, you better
show some
love.
Layzie
Bone:
Gotdamn, it feel good to be a thugsta--gettin'
high,
smokin' weed all day. Ain't got to listen to no
bitches and I'm disrespectin'
laws, just doin' it the Bone Thug way. Yeah,
nigga,
you got to be crazy, fuckin' 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 shit. Fuck the law, shit, 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
muthafucka,
shoot that nigga.
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', niggas
spit
that fire. We don't need no water, let this
muthafucka 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.
Wish Bone:
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 fuckin' with us, and we shootin'
up
the party. Even if we're solo on some of that
Bone
shit we sayin', now you
can bring it on, because we ready, we ready.
Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' 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, fuck
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? Fuckin' with them thugs: them niggas roll
through. If you really want
some, run [Krayzie: you better
run], fuckin' with thug niggas--run, run.
Krayzie:
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
shit 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,
muthafucka. 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.
Fuck 'em, and
yes, it's like that.
Krayzie:
Always, always . . .
What am I? What am I?
A thug always,
-ways, -ways.
Uh-huh,
uh-huh.
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