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Mo Thugs (Graveyard Shift, Poetic Hustla

Mo Thugs Family Scriptures

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Typed by: Ibabyboyboo@aol.com *[Tre]We got the perfect combination(Krayzie: Mo Thug, Mo Thug)So you better change your location(Krayzie: Move out, move out)[Tombstone]Mo Thug be the loveSlug for the perfect pictureChronic bud to save your strugglesSo somebody suffer, scripturesTime to rip ya, hit ya really goodI`ll split ya, ditch yaGotta put ya in my hall of flamesAnd damn, it`s shameListen up tight you can hear the storm, it`s a hurricaneBone, II Tru, Hustla`z, and Shifters (We are the soldiers!)Bustas, no need to be runnin` from truesSucka, get murdered with skillsThe ? to peel ya, straight up from infantryWars begin, we done sayin` they playin` to winBut we got it all withinSo roll with the sheets, `cause the thugs, they creepGo and step on the ? with the midnight streetsWhere they playin` for keeps, so fake soldiers...[Mo! Hart]Late hours of the eveNow brothas out schemin`Tryin` to break your heartGotta alleviate the problem before it even startSit relax and never losin` my composureBrotha done told ya, better beware`Cause this Mo Thug click got plenty of soldiersJust open your eyes and realizeIt`s gonna be Mo Thug `til I dieNever esitate don`t flipI can pin you all in them disguisesSo if you wanna come testDefinite action must proceedBut before it goes downI gots to alert the rest of my family[Jhaz]Y`all want no lovin` to a sister flowin`Face me, you claim to be the sweetestBut the style I flex is crazy, never again no strugglesSee Mo Thug, we on the rise everydayI feel the swisha as my method of the highNo more want for money or place to eat or sleepYou see we family, nowComin` up in game backdoor with the heatKrayzie`s friends out the walls? by my lonely, before a sista was brokeBlow up Mo Thug open up more money...[Souljah Boy:]It be the Mo Thug, it`s buck, quick bandagesOne of these soldiers just can`t stand `emMake me had to do a one-eighty-seven (one eighty-seven)With a MAC-10, reactin` like you really wanna know what`s happenin`Down with buckin` y`all with me strap and best a be duckin``Cause I`m blastin` real fast when I see fake-ass O.G.`s[Ken Dawg]I`m ridin` real; Mo Thug is where I beI`m down with KenSo put `em up as I cock the pistolsFin to dip home, get shotBlown, who the next blown?[Sin]Tell me have you ever had this feelin`Or a vision, that you played major part in a killin`?The man that you murdered let`s say for instanceThat it`s sickness and you did himPull the trigger bust the gun (are they evil)The motive was deathYou took his breath without a second guessHis chest was littered with bloodThat pop unleashed, now fill the bagAlong with the shells from the slugsAnd when they finally found himAll they got was the smell and the skullNow further endanger the species`Cause these niggas they plotThey rush up on the block with shotsFrom fully automatic weaponryThey had to be a least two or three cars deepThen all of a suddenOne came up hatin` face to face with ?Come around our way, you lay six feetIn a grave underneath in a coffin[Tony Tone]It`s that Hustla with Hustla`z poetically known as Tony ToneWith them thugstas and Shifters, trues, and a playaLet it be known that we`re trues with weaponsDouble I`m steppin`, Mo Thug militant soldiersSucka better feel this bassOn the real, this fakeDon`t needs this in this clickNow, you wanna ride or dieBecause there`s hatred in your eyes?I`d advise stay wise, better pray to God`Cause these scriptures mightJust rip your mentals straight apartIt`s from the heartDemons that drop our lives got pinned insideRealized they fell offSo many wanna roll, but don`t know how we strollThey never know we`re good goSo let`s make our dough, for sure[Krayzie]This Mo Thug Family[Mo Thugs Family]This Mo Thug Family[Krayzie]Scriptures, we keep `em all within me[Mo Thugs Family]We keep `em all within me[Layzie]No competitionI gotta get mineAnd scream out, "Mo! (Mo! Mo!)"And let me hear ya hollaNot about that mighty dollarRoll with the BoneMo Thugs`ll followChain gang remainin` the sameFlamin` my dank, and drinkin` brewThink about that hangin`, clockin` my bankAnd thuggin` with trues, fools, you know it[Tre]Mo Thug familyI got all my thugstas with me[Ken Dawg]Hoes stayin` upClose enough for ya to let ya knowIt`s do or die forever, ridin` together (we`re ridin` together)`Til the day of the stormy weatherPleasure and pain is all in this tripOnly scripts to flip is these old Mo Thug hitsThis click of soldiers, who keep it real until the endSome green in their hand, and we in it again, right[Brina]Let a sista nip this in the budYou can`t face me, this playaHell of a rhyme, sayin` these family scripturesThe last to remain by sneakin` up on you, backdoorHear `Brina comin` relentlessly bustin`Trues bringin` the drama for them bustas, never no bluffin`No, gotta run my game tightNever know weaklings, when a sista fall victim hit `emWe Cleveland original money makers up in your system[Boogy Nikke]It`s the Mo Thug Family ScriptureWe singin`, my people and meYa better believe the family tree`s much deeperThan what you see and believin`Hey, gotta give up peace to the love inside of my haloGotta stay headstrong for soldiersLike I told ya we need peace (Dear Lord, can you help me?)(Never forget) to pray for the people`Cause when you need `em, they thereYou better beware Mo Thugs` steppin` with weaponsWe comin` with the word of the LordTo teach the people not knowin`, we showin`It`s Armageddon again, we comin`Better be ready, boy (I`m ready)You better be teachin` your peopleTo write when this day`s done, pray soldier boy[Gates]We soldiers trapped in this worldDon`t step in our face or my bullets ?Fed up with these haters, I`m breakin` `em up`Cause they fakers, and fakers fakin`Pullin` them gat on Mo ThugsBut ain`t no soldiers, this lunatic get the chromeNow they get gone (on the dark`cause the gat flipped) with them rollAnd handlin` them demons makin` me crazyKnowin` that Gates can`t be fucked with

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