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. Whatever 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
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