Lyrics: Krayzie Bone: Gemini: Good Vs. Evil: Mangled
If motherfuckas wanna see me
Nigga put some glasses on
Because I run up in your fuckin’ face
It’s too late
To try to run and try to get away
Don’t try clearin’ your vision
‘Cause that’s straight
You in the presence of Leather Face
Just an average motherfuckin’ thug
Have to spit it for the fun
Bad nigga with a gun (uh-huh)
So run, run, run
But it’s just too many slugs comin’
You’ll be done, done
Before we even get started
Lovin’ the war cause that’s the art of it, and we’ll bomb your shit
Before you even realize we the niggas got a problem with you
Mista sawed off
Nigga bow down
Now kiss this
Click, click
What’s up
What you niggas really wanna do
Get the fuck up
Motherfucka should a never put my name in they mouth
But I’m a get it out when I buck, buck
And you explode
Your head your neck
Connection no more
Corpse hit the floor
Nigga never realize until they’ve been showed
Cause they’ve been told
Time after time and it’s still wreckin’ like they don’t know
So when we roll
Foes be blowed away
And stowed away
In a box up under that dirt
Nails in the coffin just to be safe
Watch how we play
Down with the dirty
Every time we do it
I’m the nigga rollin’ with the gold TEC and to use it
So be choosy and don’t be stupid
Don’t walk in to it
When you see The Line rollin’ by y’all better move it
Now I said excuse me
Don’t make me bust a U-turn
And come back with a uzi
Turn the scene into a movie
And you the first nigga dead ‘fore the credits even roll up
I play the killa in the picture
And you know I’m gon’ get you
‘Cause it’s my script duh
Wrote and produced by me
The original T-H-U-G
When you look in the dictionary
For the meanin’ of thug
Motherfucka should see me
Now nigga did you see me (did you see me)
Nigga do you feel it (did you feel it)
If I rap it or I sing it
Bet a nigga gon’ kill it (gon’ kill it)
Light it and let me hit it
I bust it and I fuck a nigga right up with a pistol or a lyric
Now you caught up in the middle of the crossfire
And now your life’s in danger
Get ’em
Wrap his neck with some barb wire
Hang ’em watch ’em dangle
You can run and hide
But we covered every angle
When the bullets fly
Niggas bodies they get mangled (mangled…)