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Krayzie Bone f Eightball and MJG, Layzie

Pimps, Thugz, Hustlaz & Gangstaz

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(Chorus)If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoesIf you a thug, you better get ready for warIf you a hustla, make your doughIf you a gangsta, let your gun smoke(Krayzie)Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas remind me of mineA nigga can vibe, `cause y`all some cold ass playa playasHey, there Mo Thug and we gotsta give `em some loveSo now you`re dealin` with the big pimps and the thugsYou get up too close and we fuckin` you upYou don`t really want that `cause I know these ain`t no hoes you fuckin` withTouched down and got with the realest niggas in the townNow look who`s in the Suave HouseYes it`s truly-yours, Mister Sawed-Off LeatherfaceA warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boyReady to move out, niggaReady to get with the shoot outIn the meanwhile I still gotta make me some money to get byYeah I thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG made moneyCause all that other shit don`t mean a thing to meBut try to run up and I`m leavin` you stunnedNobody will know who shot that punkCause I`m gonna dump it and runPut him on the paveAnd hey, that nigga that did it was wearin` a Leather FaceAnd not to be played withWhatever you claim you better get paidShit(Chorus)x2If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoesIf you a thug, you better get ready for warIf you a hustla, make your doughIf you a gangsta, let your gun smoke(MJG)Who be I?The nigga who pimpin`-a plenty of hoesLook at the size of the bank that he holdNatural born mind controlFalse niggas` gang blown awayIt makes you wonder why niggas be hatin`They jealous, they fellas be lookin` to take you underIt seems like the more that we getYou come with that shitLookin` for ways to drive us insane confusin` our brainI`m settin` up traps for rats who snatch cheeseFly like a trapeze artistTell `em to bring it on I comes the hardestMJG, pimp, runnin` with Bone dividin the throneRegardless of niggas who stand in my path I`m bringin` it onRecitin` the lyrical giftThe shit that give me the bitches, the money, the carsHow do you know when you`re goin` too far?The further you get, the further you areShit, I breaks in half crook niggasDon`t make me laughNow, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one`s the ass?Where your bitch at?Collectin` my cashNow who would`ve know that the bitch is a hood-ratIncreasin` my stash, leavin` you fastYou`re thinkin` I`m slippin`, I`m grippin` the TechLook at the bulletsThey rippin` his vest open puttin` a hole in his chestIn piece is that nigga decide to restI`m leavin` you grievin`, believin` in pimpin`The shit that I got is the shit that I`m givenConstantly livin` that life of a thugDrinkin` the Hen, smokin` the bud(Chorus)x2If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoesIf you a thug, you better get ready for warIf you a hustla, make your doughIf you a gangsta, let your gun smoke(Layzie Bone)Too many fake niggas done tried to contendAnd then again, pinned that they couldn`t winKen took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I`m in the wind500 Benzo, we roll, rollRod J came through with the Mack-10Wish trippin` when I pulled out the glockYou know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-popComin` with the heat cocked, `cause it never did stopEverybody I know out lookin` for a come upWe creep it`s deeper than the way you perceive a thug,no loveTake a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly grudgeWhat?Nigga well bust till the point of no returnI`m out here swangin`, paper chasin`Erasin` my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier claimin` MoEven though it get hectic respect itNigga, knock my struggle, uh-ohThey`ll gets more chaos and I won`t stop till I piece this puzzleI`m a go gather up all lost souls show `em the way to the road to be realGive `em a deal, train `em to killHaters meet and my soldiers in a battle fieldWe marchin` ready for war fuck the law they ain`t on our sideHell yeah, we can meet up at the districtI`m bringin` it to you ready to dieSee, I am so sick of oppressionShit ain`t changed Little Lay still stressin`No question clutchin` there no more weaponCause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uhYoull probably feelin the sense of some dangerBut I`m bringin` the sense of an angel to the tableWatch me put it down for MoAnd them Suave House niggasSo, willin and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigsIf that`s what it isYou better be mindin` your business or be beggin` forgivenessYou know all I`m sayin is just don`t fuck with me, man(Chorus)x2If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoesIf you a thug, you better get ready for warIf you a hustla, make your doughIf you a gangsta, let your gun smoke(Eightball)Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bone ThugsMo ThugsEightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin`-GThe realest nigga alive, yeahThuggin`, pimpin`, bitch this shit don`t stopYou know what I`m talkin` `bout?All over the motherfuckin` world and back again, bitchSpace-Age forever

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