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[Chorus]Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The ThuglineAll day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah[Verse 1]C`mon, c`mon, c`mon, c`monWake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beefSo since I got beef it make sense to pack the heatAin`t no debate be (?) publiclyYeah, I`m a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officiallyRide with my team, the Thugline regimeEvil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?Yeah, and tryin to be sneakyAskin everybody that think I know `em for my number to beep meOn my pager to beep meAnd I sense they negative energyFeelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to meDon`t matter where you go it`s psycho my flight flownTo the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like RhinosSweaty in this humidity, highMy thugs, hit the club, scene it`s crackin tonightCome on, what, what, said it`s crackin tonightCome on, Thugline make it crack tonightYeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on[Chorus]All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeahThugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline[Verse 2]All night long we ain`t goin to sleepBeat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beatsMake my way through the door, four rounds bar manMy niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can inThe latest edition to some tight shit is spinninHey DJ, you workin with that equipmentProceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin oneLadies in abundance nigga seven to oneBack of the straps, tattoos, holding some HennesseyI got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for meI broke from the camp post tellin baby this and thatShe told me about herself she want to model and actI`m seeing other eyes, but I`m trying to lock thisWho could really blame me about those ass and hips?She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?Let`s cut this night short take them back up the hill[Chorus]Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x}All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x}And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah[Verse 3]I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crushAnd my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fussAll up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on usFirst round that we (?) now we adding a plusLive just to die know you know itвЂ™s a mustSilly niggaz tellin lies, fo` five make `em hushListen, just hear the bullets come when they spittinY`all reppin just steppin, I`m only playin to winGot a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drinkThirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dankKhaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in workCan`t understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turfGotta get it while the water`s hot and fill up your potHit the block with a rock with (?) make `em (?)I level with a tickety tock, it don`t stopAnd I`ll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block[Chorus]All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeahThugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline[Verse 4]You might not recognize my flow, cuz it`s me bustin at firstCause I can put styles inside my verses motherfuckers ain`t heard yetBut I won`t battle MC`s, but we do handle beef with theseCompetition to me means an enemy (get rid of `em)Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grassTalkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fagYou might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullshit you`re stressinKnowin exactly when you`re fresh, you niggaz wreck shitPlatinum? that ain`t a thing for me, hit the studio make it happenNigga that`s because I`m real with this thug musicWe mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorseWhat we be givin?Heat from the kitchen when fuckin with this shitGet with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin` On Ah Come UpYou know what?, this time around it`s on when we blow up (tell `em)Fakers, hate ya, later, y`a`ll all die, nigga they all dieThey die, they die

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