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Krayzie Bone( Anthony Henderson )
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Thug On Da Line
Lyricist:Vachik Aganiantz, Sarkis Balasanyan, Eloyd Britt, Jermaine Hargrove, Anthony Henderson, Charles Scruggs, Kimberly Laurice Ward
These niggaz don't know who the fuck they fuckin' with man On the real shit nigga, this is Thugline nigga And I'm that nigga Mr. Sawed Off Leathaface And I dedicate this shit to all them motherfuckers who used to be down
Wanna be down, but can't never be down And that's simple because we ain't fuckin' with no punk pussy ass nigga You know them niggaz that always talk the real shit But they can never walk the real shit, listen up this ones for you, for you
Soon as I hear these cheese, I'ma stick you Like I took ya picture, Kodak smile You know that number to dial when in need of work I proceeds to lurk, squattin' and schemin' plottin' on demon
And it's a whole lot of semen in this dick Packin' biscuit, once the biscuits is baked It boils down to the risk us niggaz take Try Asu and leave ya loable to get floored
And if you ain't fully insured you ain't just asleep Nigga snore, I got somethin' it (All things) You got some Henny nigga pour it (We can all drank)
I done lost somethin' I ain't tryin' to find and I know it's love Even though I'm dying inside, nigga is still a thug The company I keep be wantin' me to heat fuck boom I don't really wanna scorn, how I'm supposed to warn?
My folk once provoked, it's on and not gradually Casualties is random, and like I tell 'em I dump naturally Ay, yo, ay yo whatever you, saw I seen it whatever I say, I mean it Most of y'all bitch niggaz wasn't thugs until Bone screamed it Recognize the wisdom fuck that nigga shootin' clips
Matter of fact I'm tired of talkin, pull you pistol keep walkin' Catch me on the puly wearin' a hoody Or standin' on nigga lines, stressin', conversation About dyin' it's Thugline that niggaz be askin' who is he? It's that nigga from Jerz, motherfucker it's K-Mizzy
Them motherfuckin' thugs is in the place to be Fuckin' shit up it's T H U G L I N E Got niggaz in the club killas out for blood Motherfucker's hit the floor when we lit shit up
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline (Hope you ready) Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline (We heated heavy)
Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline (Hope you ready) Thugline, Thugline, Thugline, Thugline (We heated heavy)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah) Do my killas run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah)
Do my thugs run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah) Do my killas run this motherfucker? (Hell yeah)
Nigga, anyway you want, this is Thugline willin' And ready to dump fuck 'em up, fuck 'em up I got my line right here, here You can step and we can jump it off right here
Fuck y'all niggaz, fuck y'all niggaz How many niggaz you roll with that you feel is real? How many niggaz you roll that know you gonna kill, gangsta huh? Find more lyrics at ※ Mojim.com Fuckin' with the Line it's about time someone took it over
I'ma get mine, can't wait for time 'cause it's almost over I got wha'cha want baby, you can step but best believe You won't play me, if you like that, throw your hands up I know you like that, throw your hands up
Chaotic situations got a bitch stressin', holdin' the guns Dumpin' on these trick niggaz for funds Titties bouncin' in the lo-lo, creepin' real slow La Femme Nikita with my heater and they don't breathe no more
So trick, hit the floor, it's that boss bitch Nina Ross bitch, know it cost bitch, floss bitch Got your sister hostage, you got my green if not I lost it, I'm leavin' a corpse absence
It seems you don't understand my pockets pitfil So it's critical that I get the dough right now All your wants I can't satisfy needs Can't determine do's and don'ts amplifies my greed to multiply my G's
You want war nigga? I got somethin' for niggaz Quick to bust the fourth-fifth for more figures Standin' on the Frontline with my fan bam, Thugline Bloody murder all these haters tryin' to take mine
Call me the boos fighter, Frontline rider Leathaface'll catch a case up in this place We'll show 'em who 'bout it, 'bout it How the dealer stole and cut it, police won't even touch it
I'm a rich nigga come to my show and bring your bitch wit'cha Two thousand niggaz all screamin' out loud 'Fuck the law' And all y'all niggaz mean muggin' me and my niggaz is my car Partna don't get me started
Y'all niggaz ain't seen me get retarded in that mode I'm harmless When her bare arms we far from harmless This is the bomb shit so ring the alarm Takin' over the yard, nigga Thugline's in charge
On guard a new clique, and we got new shit These niggaz ain't nobody you wanna fool with either So be cool with it, then niggaz won't have any problems 357 revolver is all it takes to squash an solve 'em
We all in this business to get paid but meanwhile We gotta go fight off the enemies that hate us for these styles Made us some cheese, now fuck the world Tell 'em Krayzie said it, will I ever switch?
Get out the thug shit? Nigga forget it I'm real with these niggaz, I chill with these niggaz I kill for these niggaz, 'cause these my niggaz
That's right nigga, just do y'all niggaz know y'all fuckin' with The niggaz that's gone put the raw back in the game Niggaz that's 100 percent pure thug-bred, thug nigga Ya better believe that, roll call for the soldiers On the frontline for the Thugline, Roll Call
Asu, where you at? (Hey, yo Thug On Da Line) K-Mont where you at? (Nigga, Thug On Da Line) Wish Bone where you at? (What, Thug On Da Line) La Reece where you at? (Playa, Thug On Da Line)
You niggaz knowin' where I'm at (Nigga, Thug On Da Line the Line) The Line yeah, yeah, that motherfuckin' thug ass Track you hear is my nigga Super Sako, we keep it thuggin'
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