Krayzie Bone - Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz & Ganstaz Lyrics
(feat. Eightball & MJG, Layzie Bone)[Chorus]If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoesIf you a thug, you better get ready for warIf you a hustla, make your doughIf you a gangsta, let your gun smoke[Krayzie]Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas remind me of mineA nigga can vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playasHey, there Mo Thug and we gotsta give 'em some loveSo now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugsYou get up too close and we *****in' you upYou don't really want that 'cause I know these ain't no hoes you *****in' withTouched down and got with the realest niggas in the townNow look who's in the Suave HouseYes it's truly-yours, Mister Sawed-Off LeatherfaceA warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boyReady to move out, niggaReady to get with the shoot outIn the meanwhile I still gotta make me some money to get byYeah I thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG made moneyCause all that other shit don't mean a thing to meBut try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunnedNobody will know who shot that punkCause I'm gonna dump it and runPut him on the paveAnd hey, that nigga that did it was wearin' a Leather FaceAnd not to be played withWhatever you claim you better get paidShit[Chorus x2]If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoesIf you a thug, you better get ready for warIf you a hustla, make your doughIf you a gangsta, let your gun smoke[MJG]Who be I?The nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoesLook at the size of the bank that he holdNatural born mind controlFalse niggas' gang blown awayIt makes you wonder why niggas be hatin'They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take you underIt seems like the more that we getYou come with that shitLookin' for ways to drive us insane confusin' our brainI'm settin' up traps for rats who snatch cheeseFly like a trapeze artistTell 'em to bring it on I comes the hardestMJG, pimp, runnin' with Bone dividin the throneRegardless of niggas who stand in my path I'm bringin' it onRecitin' the lyrical giftThe shit that give me the *****es, the money, the carsHow do you know when you're goin' too far?The further you get, the further you areShit, I breaks in half crook niggasDon't make me laughNow, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one's the ass?Where your ***** at?Collectin' my cashNow who would've know that the ***** is a hood-ratIncreasin' my stash, leavin' you fastYou're thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the TechLook at the bulletsThey rippin' his vest open puttin' a hole in his chestIn piece is that nigga decide to restI'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'The shit that I got is the shit that I'm givenConstantly livin' that life of a thugDrinkin' the Hen, smokin' the bud[Chorus x2]If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoesIf you a thug, you better get ready for warIf you a hustla, make your doughIf you a gangsta, let your gun smoke[Layzie Bone]Too many fake niggas done tried to contendAnd then again, pinned that they couldn't winKen took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I'm in the wind500 Benzo, we roll, rollRod J came through with the Mack-10Wish trippin' when I pulled out the glockYou know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-popComin' with the heat *****ed, 'cause it never did stopEverybody I know out lookin' for a come upWe creep it's deeper than the way you perceive a thug,no loveTake a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly grudgeWhat?Nigga well bust till the point of no returnI'm out here swangin', paper chasin'Erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier claimin' MoEven though it get hectic respect itNigga, knock my struggle, uh-ohThey'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzleI'm a go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be realGive 'em a deal, train 'em to killHaters meet and my soldiers in a battle fieldWe marchin' ready for war ***** the law they ain't on our sideHell yeah, we can meet up at the districtI'm bringin' it to you ready to dieSee, I am so sick of oppressionShit ain't changed Little Lay still stressin'No question clutchin' there no more weaponCause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uhYoull probably feelin the sense of some dangerBut I'm bringin' the sense of an angel to the tableWatch me put it down for MoAnd them Suave House niggasSo, willin and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigsIf that's what it isYou better be mindin' your business or be beggin' forgivenessYou know all I'm sayin is just don't ***** with me, man[Chorus x2]If you a pimp nigga, pimp them hoesIf you a thug, you better get ready for warIf you a hustla, make your doughIf you a gangsta, let your gun smoke[Eightball]Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bone ThugsMo ThugsEightball, the fat mack, and MJ-*****in'-GThe realest nigga alive, yeahThuggin', pimpin', ***** this shit don't stopYou know what I'm talkin' 'bout?All over the mother*****in' world and back again, *****Space-Age forever
