Pimpz, Thugz, Hustlaz & Gangstaz

Krayzie:

If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug, you better get ready for

war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke.

Krayzie:

Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. A nigga can

vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. Hey, there, Mo Thug and we gotsta

give 'em some love, so now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs. You

get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause I know

these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. Touched down and got with the realest

niggas in the town. Now look who's in the Suave House, yes it's truly-yours,

Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy,

ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. In the meanwhile, I

still gotta make me some money to get by. Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked

up with MJG, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me.

But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned. Nobody will know who shot that

pump, 'cause I'm gonna dump it and run. Put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga

that did it was wearin' a Leather Face, and not to be played with. Whatever you

claim, you better get paid. Shit.

Krayzie:

If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for

war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

MJG:

Who be I? The nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank

that he hold. Natural born mind control. False niggas' gang blown away. It makes

you wonder why niggas be hatin'. They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take

you under. It seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin'

for ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. I'm settin' up traps for rats

who snatch cheese. Fly like a trapeze artist. Tell 'em to bring it on, I comes

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