Layzie:

It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls. Babi Boi, my

Angel, Daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads

[Crossroads].

Bizzy:

Babi Boi . . .

Layzie:

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

[Everybody] Everybody by now you should know my label, my thugsta,

these things guidin' your struggles. All it is, is about

this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why declare war

on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors (...?...)

These are the days of our lives [lives]. Do or die, (that died to

Boo--he go bye) whom die they lie in the face of our society.

Tried a (?) attempt to quiet me, and got a nation that's down to ride

with me. Here's the deal, can I get a witness? It's deeper

than survival. Who am I? My brother's keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin' on

my Bible, willing to die. The wicked is near me,

dearly departed, but nobody hears me. 'Cause we all gon' fall in

misery. It's so serious, it bring tears to me. Here's to the

street, like a drop to the beat, creepin' up my block. I'm already

knowin' a nigga wanna do me, so I stay strapped. (Don't pose

for the cop), crooked cops, they gonna harass me, ask me the same ol'

bullshit questions, knowin' I'm a thug, (will bust a

gauge), keepin' a pistol in my possession, but a thuggish ruggish

soldier like myself gon' move on, and prevail, avoid jail, collect

my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes.

Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come

on, don't make me hurt ya. Come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that

bloody murder. Come on, come on, come on, come

on, come on, come on, come on, come on, make a move and I'll have to

hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on,

come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder.

Bizzy:

Baby Boi . . .

Layzie:

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

(Stick to this dance) and struggle, addicted to trouble, we never

goin' change. My (?), thugs, see. Soldiers, I think we must be

to O.G. (?) loves thee. Mama plead my family tree never helped a

mother come up, seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons

up--they dwelled on the worse and ate nothin' for done up, comin' up,

made it, eternal, in the struggle. Thank God. I'm a

count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin', just started a

lesson, 'cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a

cell.

See a nigga walkin' the streets, and they label us foolish. Trouble

'cause I always knew this, while the rest of my days I livin' in

Ruthless. Fuck what you're thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven. Look

at my stomach and see the "7," even scares us how

I'm bailin', rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin' but a soldier tell,

critic can kiss my ass. I might go to thinkin' about my past, get mad,

I

reach in my stash and blast. Fuck all y'all that treated a nigga like

we wasn't shit, and soon as we hit, now what do we get?

These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick, but

you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or

leave it. You can't believe it. It ain't that season. Get to steppin',

hater.

Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I'm proud. Mo Thug and

I'm proud.

Loud! Proud! Loud! Proud!

Bizzy:

Baby Boi . . .

Layzie:

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.

Better watch for the nightfall when them come, better watch out for

the night stormers. No light's in sight when them run, but

them lights would warned ya. Caught ya slippin' up out of your game,

playa. Wasteland soldier, see what we facin', chasin'

po-po on the hood like Jason, casin' your (?), fin to blow your

station instantly. Fin to be World War 3, ya can't fuck with my

family, try to test a man, and we single-handedly take over your mind

and the rest of the planet. See, I'll be damned if we

surrender, a G that's still no pretender, put it all down, make 'em

all remember: deep in Hell is where I'll send ya. Welcome to

the Land of more indo. We smoke. We choke. You know we blaze. Break

out any cup with the pipe, what's up? Parlay,

come around my way. Lay, keep it real. Keep it real. Peace be still,

time after time, can't forget that money, man, that money,

man. Mo' money be on mind, bottom line.

Bizzy:

Baby Boi . . .

Layzie:

Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.