Bone: I know you done had to knock you a motherf***er out now huh Flesh-n-Bone: yeah i had to knock me a nigga out one time, that was the last you
Thug) Know we knew that in your conscience, You ain't nuthing but a mobster You can't be budged God only can judge you (Thug Luv) Loot all the cops
Thug) Know we knew that in your conscience You ain't nuthing but a mobster, you can't be budged God only can judge you (Thug Luv) Loot all the cops
and you for me Good times, sickness and health Broke ass, and richness, baby we made it work Yes sir, yo I reminisce over this chick colder than a soda Princess a soldier
I'm a soldier I'm a soldier (Na na na nah na na nah) I'm a soldier I'm a soldier Yo, never was a thug, just infatuated with guns Never was a gangsta
cliff, I'm the Buffalo soldier, smoke ya like a Dred Loc Rasta Blowing the spliff, loading a clip to spit high Like you holding blow in a stolen whip
a partna' This young monsters a fly guy Shake a lil bit of dat body We gon' party till we sky high To my playas and soldiers Shady niggaz, young thugs
Smash off and leave a cloud, music bump loud Ride through the park and let them fifteens move the crowd Pop out and bail through somebody barbecue Make a play, drink a
from a soldier to a general I taught myself, went to court myself (Uh, uh) Made a choice, from a soldier to a general A boy to a man, ain't nobody give
percent pure thug-bred, thug nigga Ya better believe that, roll call for the soldiers On the frontline for the Thugline, Roll Call Asu, where you at? (Hey, yo Thug
it, enemies in focus, watch 'em closely Niggaz that takin' a roll in it comes in a (?) slowly cause of the Money man and that can be a dangerous thing
a little better What you think about it fella, hey fella I need a winner babe, I need a soldier babe I need a man to do whatever, however babe I need a
on this microphone Love is when I pray for my enemies If drama, cats get smoked like chimneys I'm not dyin' for a fake thug who need a hug Not E Dub
I've survived off this cocaine game, and it's a strain to my brain to front a nigga a thang, 'bout mine he won't complain Conversation rule the nation
wid a partna This young monsters a fly guy Shake a lil bit of dat body We gon party till we sky high To my playas an soldiers, shady niggas, young thugs
the chrome spit Sacreligious, days of atonement Sing a praise wit a peace pipe for niggas I zone with Priest I blow bread amongst twelve thugs Drunk a
Young thugs, from Y.A., we make it happen Swearin y'all can see me but that's just like seein Elvis I grab to crick a back and crack a nigga 'cross the
