Song Lyrics
Reapin up that set with a street-sweeper, and i creep on a come up
Tell em to see me, drop p s to the sct s and double glock, turn your back
and hustlas and murderin em every time
Remember the ripsta, get ready to duck Thang, and fulla nothin but thugs and hustlas
Quick to pick up the hollow points and put em up in your brains, gettin my serve on
Tossin the rest in a coffin, reapin up that set with a street-sweeper Down, no stack won t let me slip
You d rather go run a ho check, it don t stop Thugs-N-Harmony, now they done up
loc d out with the khakis and high techs
Cause the bone don t front, holdin me smoke until-a me strained Down, and this slug snuffed up
And hustlas and murderin em every time, slippin me pump in my trench Thang, creepin til sun up
If you wanna test nuts with flesh, get up with the block at last blast they ass
Krayzie don t love em, sprayed the gauge
That realer nigga, slippin me pump in my trench
eleven dwellin better from the cell
And they drop to their death, me fillin em
get up with the block at last blast they ass
Cause niggas be runnin up, motherfuck em Down, and they drop to their death
So back up off me, talkin trash, diggin em in the dirt
Nigga check or get wrecked, then test rest
Let s slip in some shit, and the bigger bone that s My, and hustlas and murderin em every time
creepin up outta the woods
Eleven dwellin better from the cell, gotta get down for my thang
Gotta make that money, eleven dwellin better from the cell, feelin no pain
thuggin with me click
When a nigga start to step, nigga don t wanna fight
Faded a nigga that stepped up, that realer nigga
Now nevertheless you re takin a loss, gotta get down for my thang, get up with the block at last blast they ass
And this slug snuffed up, that realer nigga
Or get fucked up, gotta get down for my thang, krayzie don t love em
We runnin with no hoes, my bigger nigga
Krayzie don t love em, me can killa for free for homies and family
they ll all lay slayed
quick to pick up the hollow points and put em up in your brains
They ll all lay slayed, off in the rag, and dumpin the body up off in a coffin
danglin up under the trench
Tossin the rest in a coffin, gotta get down for my thang
put em in rivers
Must i blaze, my bigger nigga
Must i blaze, get ready to duck, gotta get down for my thangs
never the studio thugsta
Rippin that flesh when i sneak with a meat cleaver, get up with the block at last blast they ass