Krayzie Bone: Thug Alwayz

aus dem Album: Thug Mentality 1999

Songtext:
Krayzie: Schaufenster Beschriftung

It's 1999. Guess what? The

muthafuckin' real thugs is in this muthafucka.

Oh, shit!



Krayzie:

Always, always . . .

What am I? What am I?

A thug always,

-ways, -ways.

Uh-huh,

uh-huh.


Krayzie:

Niggas look out. We in the muthafucka house. We in

here now. It's goin' down, steppin' through the

crowd, sippin' on Hen,

and we get wild. Niggas lookin' foul. If he even

move and step like he hatin'--knock 'em out. And then

keep stompin' his

head in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance

floor. Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they

came they had they pants

on--we beat bitches up out their britches to show

'em how to tear up a club when they be fuckin' with

the thugs. Nigga, we

come to party, but I'll fuck up somebody, but y'all

ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets

split y'all, hit y'all? If y'all

thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags, then you

should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass. You

wanna rumble? I'm

sick of bein' humble, give ya everything you come

here for, so come on, ho. Sawed-off, slim, it don't

matter. I got somethin'

for him and him, and then them niggas that you bring

back thinkin' you can win. Fuck your friends.

Everybody talk that shit,

nigga. Oh, yeah I know it. But who gon' show it,

and who the ho is? I bet 'em a million bucks it's not

us. Yeah, we might not

get everybody. Somebody gon' get

fucked [fucked], fucked [fucked] up.



Flesh-n-Bone:

You wanna come test me now? Come, I say, come now

challenge me, the realer, can handle my business. I'm

gonna finish, I

gotta end this, I'm a diminish thee. Come, follow

my profits seeking gifts. It ain't no stoppin' me. I

gotta clock cheese.

T-H-U-G. Pop niggas, they D-E-A-D. Bet I'm thug,

don't test me block, trust my dogs. Hit 'em up with a

left, right, spot

'em with the beam. There's five trues of mine. What

am I? A thug always. Remember the way they play back

in the day? Hit

'em with AK, you're made to hate me, baby. Whoo!

We comin' to really make y'all feel us. Remember that

nigga, Eazy-E,

labelled me and my trues black nigga killas. Nigga,

the realer gravedigger, brew-swiggin', lovin' bud, and

if you think you can

hang, then come up with a thug. And I don't give a

fuck if you a Crip or you a Blood, but when you see a

thug, you better

show some

love.


Layzie

Bone:

Gotdamn, it feel good to be a thugsta--gettin' high,

smokin' weed all day. Ain't got to listen to no

bitches and I'm disrespectin'

laws, just doin' it the Bone Thug way. Yeah, nigga,

you got to be crazy, fuckin' with Layzie, and all

these Mo Thug killas. We

them ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers.

Feel us, nigga, if you want. Ain't nothin' but a high

caffiene hit. We kickin'

that raw shit. Fuck the law, shit, been screamin' it

for years. Ain't no fear in my heart, thanks to the

Lord up above. And I got

a grudge against the people that judge, give 'em no

mercy, no love. Let me see you shoot that muthafucka,

shoot that nigga.

Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', niggas spit

that fire. We don't need no water, let this

muthafucka burn, baby, and I know

they hate me, say lately, Layzie actin' shady. Hey,

it's the #1 Assassin [that's me], they just can't

understand. I fear no man,

put it on my #1 grave, 'cause I'm a stand-up true

thugsta in a league of my own. The city of Thieves is

my home, and I don't

trust nann nigga. My mentality is thug, runnin' the

streets sellin' drugs, off this nigga gettin' buzzed,

packin' heat off in the club.

Nigga, what? Nigga, what? They sayin' that Bone

was split up. Niggas is jealous, tellin' rumors and

lies, can eat a dick up,

nigga.


Wish Bone:

Nigga, stay real. Thugs get high. While you call

yourself a thug, that's how I feel inside. And we

don't wanna hurt nobody,

-body, but your fuckin' with us, and we shootin' up

the party. Even if we're solo on some of that Bone

shit we sayin', now you

can bring it on, because we ready, we ready.

Fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom.

That's dumb, better play with

yourself. Nigga, I ain't the one. Ain't a thang

changed: niggas still the same--made a little change,

sendin' bullets to brain, fuck

around, man. Nine millimeter, come and get some, get

some. Shoot 'em with them hollows, 'cause you know

he's got his vest

on. And you didn't want it to come to this, did

you? Fuckin' with them thugs: them niggas roll

through. If you really want

some, run [Krayzie: you better

run], fuckin' with thug niggas--run, run.


Krayzie:

Yeah, and nigga, come on. We ready for combat, but

y'all ain't ready. Carry a deadly machete, shred 'em

and stretched, now

they human spaghetti, steady smooth and very eager to

bury enemies. If it be necessary, then nigga wet 'em,

and better go get

'em. We pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter

shit to sweep the streets, make niggas retreat.

That's heat. Now, I repeat:

if you want some, nigga come and get it, 'cause we

still five, live, and vicious. Don't get it twisted,

muthafucka. Run up on it

whenever ya wanna get down and dirty. Still stand in

the Land with the slugs in gun in my hand. Krayzie,

Layzie, Bizzy,Wish,

and Flesh put it down to the north, south, east, and

west. From back in the day, we claimin' the thuggish

ruggish--no need to

change it. Now everybody a thug. If you real, throw

it up, but if it's fake, kill 'em and put 'em in with

the rest of them phonies.

Fuck 'em, and

yes, it's like that.


Krayzie:

Always, always . . .

What am I? What am I?

A thug always,

-ways, -ways.

Uh-huh,

uh-huh.