Krayzie Bone - A Thugga Level Lyrics
f/ Boss* send corrections to the typist[Verse 1: Boss]Big ballin ***** like Boss come thru like it ain't no thangPaper chase, hustlin nothin changedAsk me again I'll tell you the sameDon't hustle the fame nigga, most of the gamePut it down in the street for mine24/7, stayin on the grindFor days and days I shell at the copsEnough grenades to get at the blockI'm a drug smugglerPart *****, part thug, part hustlaYou lift my crib and I'm touchin yaNo love for ya, draw blood from yaCause a nigga like you dreamin to BossAnd you fiendin to floss, and who pounds is flownWe're bustin mother*****as with the black gameHoldin them fiends and lovin my crack, in the front got bud in the backWho can get more thugga than that?From hookers and jacks, put the house up, *****I'm bustin the gat[Krayzie]Y'all niggaz always testing, gonna make me pull this weson[Boss]If money ain't the answer rephrase the question, dawg[Krayzie]Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is...[Verse 2: Boss]Runnin up in your town with an uncountable amount of numbers of mongolsY'all mad we the real number ownersRollin like big, Thugline nothin but runnersTrouble Boss, a double crossA nigga named Krray they good as deadFrom the b-o-double, doin double timeAnd these tricks comin up to bread[Chorus: repeat 2x]We on some thugga shitWe on some other shit that you ain't *****in withThe thuggin don't stopAnd you can't touch the cliqueYou know you love this shitTake it to what we spitThe thuggin don't stop[Verse 3: Krayzie]I heard a silent mother*****a creepin up from behind yaBet ya didn't think that I'd find ya, huh?With a nine or pump (pump, pump, pump) your shit'll be *****edAnd I ain't even popped the goddamn trunk (trunk)I bet they never saw a nigga bring the heat and be so coolFreeze everything, nigga don't moveYou can choose to be a fool and try to get awayBut never make it out the room when the pump go BOOM!*****in 'em up, scream "***** the world" while I cuff my nutsReal niggaz don't lie, hit 'em in the mind, everytime goddamn we liveSend 'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all?Matter of fact mother*****a who paid y'allYou runnnin up on them niggaz you know gonna bust back?Take no more shorts ***** that (***** that)Pistol control, we roll streets of the all knowIf they run up I'll pop get your hand out my pocketFor the glock, glock shot 'em all on the floorYou dealin with some mother*****in real niggazThrill niggaz, we'll kill niggaz if they wanna kill meStill runnin with the AK-47 ain't shit changedStill got the same artilaryBust at them bastards (bastard)Me and Boss steady breakin it off in they asses (in they ass)Wanna see me get glasses (glass)Cause I be all in your face but you walk right past me (past me)But that let a niggaz know they don't really wanna swang them thangs*****in wit them thugs, the thugs... nigga the thugs, what?[Chorus: repeat 2x][Verse 4: Boss]Bare witness to Mrs. GangstaWe're gun-toaters, blunt smokers, big bank folders, and high rollersQuick to burn off into toaster for fun, this *****Judges wanna post as gorillaPimps, killers, and soldiers rollYou don't slip and we thought that we told yaKnow what Thug Luv nigga to bone yaThey can run your shit and bend a corner, scatter and spreadLike mustard jam them buzzards up and leave 'em smotheredQuick friends gats find ya like bookie and they down with me like fo' flatY'all niggaz got nuts, our niggaz got nutsSo we can go nut for nut see who first to crack and splitLike ya down like wipers'Fore the mother*****in piper pay the *****[Verse 5: Krayzie]You mother*****as feelin to feel itThugline put it down keepin it the real itAnd I ain't really trippin of these niggazThey say they gonna get me yet they miss me(What?) Cause I've been here niggaz thugginWaitin for you mother*****as to come bring it to me***** waitin I'ma mingle with itThe nine millimeter and plenty more hatersIf any more niggaz roll up put the cut I'm *****in 'em upWhen I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you gonna die***** you, die, buck you, dieReload, unload one more timeHit him with the pump make sure he deadHe bled blood, we bailAsk me if a nigga prepared for war hell yeah[Chorus 'til fade]
