Lyrics: Krayzie Bone: Thug Mentality 1999: Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz, & Gangstaz (Featuring Eightball, MJG, & Layzie Bone)
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
If you a pimp nigga pimp them hoes
If you a thug you better get ready for war
If you a hustla make your dough
If you a gansta let your gun smoke
Krayzie Bone
Took a trip out to Texas
And I find real niggas
Remind me of mine
A nigga can vibe
‘Cause y’all some cold ass playa playas
Hey there
Mo Thug and we gotsta give ’em some love
So now you’re dealin’ with the big pimps and the thugs
You gettin’ too close and we fuckin’ you up
You don’t really want that ’cause I know these ain’t no hoes you fuckin’ with
Touched down and got with the realest niggas in the town
Now look who’s in the Suave House
Yes it’s truly yours
Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface
A warrior ready for war
A natural souljah boy
Ready to move out
Nigga ready to get with the shoot out
In the meanwhile
I still gotta make me some money to get by
Yeah, I finally connected and hooked up with MJG
Made money ’cause all that other shit don’t mean a thang to me
But try to run up and I’m leavin’ you stunned
Nobody will know who shot that pump ’cause I’m gonna dump it and run
Put ’em on the pave
And hey
That nigga that did it was wearin’ a leather face
And not to be played with
Whatever you claim
You better get paid shit
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
If you a pimp nigga pimp them hoes
If you a thug you better get ready for war
If you a hustla make your dough
If you a gangsta let your gun smoke
MJG
Who be I
The nigga who pimpin’ up plenty of hoes
Look at the size of the bank that he hold
Natural born
Mind control
False niggas’ gang blown away
It makes you wonder why niggas be hatin’
They jealous
They fellas be lookin’ to take you under
It seems like the more that we get
You come with that shit
Lookin’ for ways to drive us insane
Confusin’ our brain
I’m settin’ up traps for rats who snatch cheese
Fly like a trapeze artist
Tell ’em to bring it on
I comes the hardest
MJG pimp runnin’ with Bone
Dividin’ the throne
Regardless of niggas who stand in my path
I’m bringin’ it on
Recitin’ the lyrical gift
the shit that give me the bitches the money the cars
How do you know when you’re goin’ too far
The further you get
the further you are
Shit I breaks in half crook niggas
Don’t make me laugh
Now uh which ones the head
and huh which one’s the ass
Where your bitch at collectin’ my cash
Now who would’ve know the bitch is a hoodrat
Increasin’ my stash
Leavin’ you fast
You’re thinkin’ I’m slippin’
I’m grippin’ the TEC
Look at the bullets
They rippin’ his vest open
Puttin’ a hole in his chest
In pieces that nigga decided to rest
I’m leavin’ you grievin’
Believin’ in pimpin’
The shit that I got is the shit that I’m given
Constantly livin’ that life of a thug
Drinkin’ the Hen
Smokin’ the bud
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
If you a pimp nigga pimp them hoes
If you a thug you better get ready for war
If you a hustla make your dough
If you a gangsta let your gun smoke
Layzie Bone
Too many fake niggas done tried to contend and dead again
Pinned that they couldn’t win
Kid took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I’m in the wind
500 Benzo we roll roll
Rod J came through with the Mack-10
Wish trippin’ when I pulled out the glock
You know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop
comin’ with the heat cocked
’cause it never did stop
Everybody I know out lookin’ for a come up we creep
it’s deeper than the way you perceive a thug
no love
take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him for a wordly grudge
What
Nigga will bust ’til the point of no return
I’m out here slangin’
paper chasin’
Erasin’ my poverty
and I gots to be that souljah claimin’ Mo
Even though it get hectic
respect it
Nigga knock my struggle
uh-oh
they’ll gets more chaos and I won’t stop till I piece this puzzle
I’m a go gather up all lost souls
show ’em the way to the road to be real
give ’em a deal
train ’em to kill
haters meet and my souljahs in a battle field
We marchin’ ready for war
buck the law they ain’t on our side
Hell yeah
we can meet up at the district
I’m bringin’ it to you ready to die
See I am so sick of oppression
Shit ain’t changed
Lil’ Lay still stressin’
No question
Clutchin’ there no more weapon
‘Cause a po-po wanna sweat my blessings and uh, you probably feelin’ me sensin’ some danger, but I’m bringin’ the sense of an angel to the table
Watch me put it down for Mo and them Suave House niggas
So willing and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs
If that’s what it is
You better be mindin’ your business
Or be beggin’ forgiveness
You know all I’m saying is don’t fuck with me man
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
If you a pimp nigga pimp them hoes
If you a thug you better get ready for war
If you a hustla make your dough
If you a gansta let your gun smoke
Eightball
Yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah, yeah. Bone Thugs. Mo Thugs. Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin’-G. The realest niggas alive, yea. Thuggin’, pimpin’, bitch, this shit don’t stop. You know what I’m talkin’ ’bout? All over the muthafuckin’ world and back again, bitch. Space-age forever