(Chorus)
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
(Krayzie)
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 get up 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 soldier 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 thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG made money
Cause all that other shit don`t mean a thing to me
But try to run up and I`m leavin` you stunned
Nobody will know who shot that punk
Cause I`m gonna dump it and run
Put him 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)x2
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`-a 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, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one`s the ass
?
Where your bitch at
?
Collectin` my cash
Now who would`ve know that the bitch is a hood-rat
Increasin` my stash, leavin` you fast
You`re thinkin` I`m slippin`, I`m grippin` the Tech
Look at the bullets
They rippin` his vest open puttin` a hole in his chest
In piece is that nigga decide 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)x2
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 then again, pinned that they couldn`t win
Ken 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 from my wordly grudge
What
?
Nigga well bust till the point of no return
I`m out here swangin`, paper chasin`
Erasin` my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier 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 soldiers in a battle field
We marchin` ready for war fuck 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 Little Lay still stressin`
No question clutchin` there no more weapon
Cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uh
Youll probably feelin the sense of 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, willin 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 sayin is just don`t fuck with me, man
(Chorus)x2
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
(Eightball)
Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bone Thugs
Mo Thugs
Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin`-G
The realest nigga alive, yeah
Thuggin`, pimpin`, bitch this shit don`t stop
You know what I`m talkin` `bout?
All over the motherfuckin` world and back again, bitch
Space-Age forever
