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
