Thugs Always

Krayzie:
It's 1999. Guess what? The muthafuckin' real thugs is in 
this muthafucka.
Oh, shit!
Krayzie:
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I? A thug always, 
-ways, -ways. Uh-huh, uh-huh. Krayzie: Niggas look out. We 
in the muthafucka house. We in here now. It's goin' down, 
steppin' through the crowd, sippin' on Hen, and we get 
wild. Niggas lookin' foul. If he even move and step like he
 hatin'--knock 'em out. And then keep stompin' his head in 
the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance floor. Tell 'em
 what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants 
on--we beat bitches up out their britches to show 'em how 
to tear up a club when they be fuckin' with the thugs.

Nigga, we come to party, but I'll fuck up somebody, but 
y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets 
split y'all, hit y'all? If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or
 hoes or fags, then you should meet us, see how fast we 
slash your ass. You wanna rumble? I'm sick of bein' humble,
 give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. 
Sawed-off, slim, it don't
matter. I got somethin' for him and him, and then them 
niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win. Fuck your 
friends. Everybody talk that shit, nigga. Oh, yeah I know 
it. But who gon' show it, and who the ho is? I bet 'em a 
million bucks it's not us. Yeah, we might not get 
everybody. Somebody gon' get fucked [fucked], fucked 
[fucked] up.

Flesh-n-Bone:
You wanna come test me now? Come, I say, come now challenge
 me, the realer, can handle my business. I'm gonna finish, 
I gotta end this, I'm a diminish thee. Come, follow my 
profits seeking gifts. It ain't no stoppin' me. I gotta 

clock cheese. T-H-U-G. Pop niggas, they D-E-A-D. Bet I'm 
thug, don't test me block, trust my dogs. Hit 'em up with a
 left, right, spot 'em with the beam. There's five trues of
 mine. What am I? A thug always. Remember the way they play
 back in the day? Hit 'em with AK, you're made to hate me, 
baby. Whoo! We comin' to really make y'all feel us. 
Remember that nigga, Eazy-E, labelled me and my trues black
 nigga killas. Nigga, the realer gravedigger, 
brew-swiggin', lovin' bud, and if you think you can hang, 
then come up with a thug. And I don't give a fuck if you a 
Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a thug, you better 
show some love.

Layzie Bone:
Gotdamn, it feel good to be a thugsta--gettin' high, 
smokin' weed all day. Ain't got to listen to no bitches and
 I'm disrespectin' laws, just doin' it the Bone Thug way. 
Yeah, nigga, you got to be crazy, fuckin' with Layzie, and 
all these Mo Thug killas. We them ex-dopedealers and 
natural born cap-pealers. Feel us, nigga, if you want. 
Ain't nothin' but a high caffiene hit. We kickin' that raw 
shit. Fuck the law, shit, been screamin' it for years. 
Ain't no fear in my heart, thanks to the Lord up above. And
 I got a grudge against the people that judge, give 'em no 
mercy, no love. Let me see you shoot that muthafucka, shoot
 that nigga.

Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', niggas spit that 
fire. We don't need no water, let this muthafucka burn, 
baby, and I know they hate me, say lately, Layzie actin' 
shady. Hey, it's the #1 Assassin [that's me], they just 
can't understand. I fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, 
'cause I'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. 
The city of Thieves is my home, and I don't trust nann 
nigga. My mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' 
drugs, off this nigga gettin' buzzed, packin' heat off in 
the club. Nigga, what? Nigga, what? They sayin' that Bone 
was split up. Niggas is jealous, tellin' rumors and lies, 
can eat a dick up, nigga.

Wish Bone:

Nigga, stay real. Thugs get high. While you call yourself a
 thug, that's how I feel inside. And we don't wanna hurt 
nobody, -body, but your fuckin' with us, and we shootin' up
 the party. Even if we're solo on some of that Bone shit we
 sayin', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we 
ready. Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom. 
That's dumb, better play with yourself. Nigga, I ain't the 
one. Ain't a thang changed: niggas still the same--made a 
little change, sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around, man. 
Nine millimeter, come and get some, get some. Shoot 'em 
with them hollows, 'cause you know he's got his vest on. 
And you didn't want it to come to this, did you? Fuckin' 
with them thugs: them niggas roll through. If you really 
want some, run [Krayzie: you better run], fuckin' with thug
 niggas--run, run.

Krayzie:
Yeah, and nigga, come on. We ready for combat, but y'all 
ain't ready. Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em and 
stretched, now they human spaghetti, steady smooth and very
 eager to bury enemies. If it be necessary, then nigga wet 
'em, and better go get 'em. We pickin' 'em off with the 
heater 9-millimeter shit to sweep the streets, make niggas 
retreat. That's heat. Now, I repeat: if you want some, 
nigga come and get it, 'cause we still five, live, and 
vicious. Don't get it twisted, muthafucka. Run up on it 
whenever ya wanna get down and dirty. Still stand in the 
Land with the slugs in gun in my hand. Krayzie, Layzie, 
Bizzy,Wish, and Flesh put it down to the north, south, 
east, and west. From back in the day, we claimin' the 
thuggish ruggish--no need to change it. Now everybody a 
thug. If you real, throw it up, but if it's fake, kill 'em 
and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies. Fuck 'em, and
 yes, it's like that.

Krayzie:
Always, always . . . What am I? What am I?
A thug always, -ways, -ways.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.