Pimps, Thugs, Hustlaz & Gangstaz

Krayzie:
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:
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 pump, '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. Whateve
r you claim, you better get paid. Shit.

Krayzie:
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.

Krayzie:
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:
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 
we抣l 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, you抣l 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.

Krayzie:
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 ... Bone Thugs. Mo Thugs. Eightball, the fat mack, and
 MJ-fuckin'-G. The realest niggas alive, yeah. 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.