Krayzie, Fat Joe, Big Punisher, and Cuban Link:Thug Mentality 1999
Krayzie
Man, what the f** is we gonna do man? I'm tellin' you (sh** man, I can't
believe this sh** man
The muthaf**ers done k**ed him and y'all n***as know we got ride for this
n***a right here
On these ho-a** n***as) Yeah, I say we ride over there right now, n***a, what's
happenin'?
n***a that's what the f** I'm talkin' bout, n***a. Let's roll.
Krayzie
As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of Tanq. ease the pain/ As we put
to rest one of my
n***as that got cut up and lost half his brain, sh** ain't the same/ n***as is
dangerous buckin' like it's
the thang to bust/ When I looked at my n***a f**ed up I couldn't help thinkin'
this could have been
aimed for us/ n***as do hate like that/ n***a, you never know, he say a friend,
but I smell foe
I sit back and wait for the day n***as try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a
big 4-4/ But what if
I f** up and pull it to slow? You know what they say; Gotta go, gotta go/ What
if I be the one
breathin' no more? Oh, well/ When I die I want all my muthaf**ers to ride for
me on the n***as
that did me, k**ed me, committed my homicide/ Gather up after the funeral
(Posse Up!) and pull out
all the big guns/ Go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ How in
the f**
can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die? Some I'm beggin' my n***as to
get my revenge
And to do it the same night that they put me under/ Now I'm gone but this thug
sh** gon' live on
Just write on my tombstone; He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone (He was that
Thuggish Ruggish Bone)
-Refrain-
Murder mo, n***as gon' k** some more...
(n***a you never know when you gon' die. Say, never know when it could be you...
...that leave your house and don't come back. This sh** is real, and oh so true)
Fat Joe
Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred n***as cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout
they all love
Ryan and Joey too/ You should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat,
tuxedo was royal blue
Murder who? n***a I died in the car chase/ Shot the place like the last scene in
Scarface
Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ Terror Squad to the
day that died, What?
Big Punisher
I'm a thug, I'm a die high, O.D. off the la-la/ n***as keep tellin' me get off
that weed/ Choke
I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ n***a, f** that/ I'm a keep hittin' that
{puffs} till my lung collapse
What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? Just a lil' bit, you know you down with
that/ It's all good
in your hood, havin' laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ Never thought I'd
see the inside of an
ambulance, but now I'm there/ Too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my
head
That's why when I die my eyes were bloodshot red
Cuban Link
Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; Flossin'/ b**hes
fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a
bigger portion/ My n***as talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while I'm lost
in space waitin' for
Satan and his horsemans/ Walkin' throu fire sparkin' my lighter, cloud the sky
up
Rising higher and higher/ Eye to eye with my messiah/ Viya con dios/ As I cross
the gates of Hell
I face the Devil with a shovel and told him; "Brace yourself"
Krayzie
Reporters steady ask; "Why K.B. talk about murder on all the songs?" I tell 'em;
"Cuz I can step out that door, somebody could pop, and I'm gone" Then, they
wanna know I pack
chrome/ For one, I'm paranoid; Smokin' to much of that weed/ What's that? I just
heard a noise
Get the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ Muthaf**ers is plottin' to get me/ I know
when I'm dreamin'
this, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the
infrared beams and sh**
So n***a don't trip/ Watch out! The reaper, He seem to be gettin' closer, so I'm
runnin' from that
muthaf**er (y'all come on!) Swervin' and duckin' murder/ Pistol-grip pump/
n***a protected by the
gauge/ Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face/ Reload the clip and into the crowd I
spray/ Murder, murder
Mo murder, murder/ k**, k**, k**/ sh** it's sellin' but what they ain't
tellin' n***as is that it's real
But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ Better get your
a** a shotgun
And go get a plastic glock/ n***a don't take murder for no joke that's like
slittin' your own throat
But I can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes...
-Refrain-