Krayzie Bone - Thugga Level lyrics

[Verse 1: Boss] Big ballin b**h like Boss come thru like it ain't no thang Paper chase, hustlin nothin changed Ask me again I'll tell you the same Don't hustle the fame n***a, most of the game Put it down in the street for mine 24/7, stayin on the grind For days and days I shell at the cops Enough grenades to get at the block I'm a drug smuggler Part b**h, part thug, part hustla You lift my crib and I'm touchin ya No love for ya, draw blood from ya Cause a n***a like you dreamin to Boss And you fiendin to floss, and who pounds is flown We're bustin motherf**as with the black game Holdin them fiends and lovin my crack, in the front got bud in the back Who can get more thugga than that? From hookers and jacks, put the house up, b**h I'm bustin the gat [Krayzie] Y'all n***as always testing, gonna make me pull this weson [Boss] If money ain't the answer rephrase the question, dawg [Krayzie] Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is... [Verse 2: Boss] Runnin up in your town with an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols Y'all mad we the real number owners Rollin like big, Thugline nothin but runners Trouble Boss, a double cross A n***a named Krray they good as dead From the b-o-double, doin double time And these tricks comin up to bread [Chorus: repeat 2x] We on some thugga sh** We on some other sh** that you ain't f**in with The thuggin don't stop And you can't touch the clique You know you love this sh** Take it to what we spit The thuggin don't stop [Verse 3: Krayzie] I heard a silent motherf**a creepin up from behind ya Bet ya didn't think that I'd find ya, huh? With a nine or pump (pump, pump, pump) your sh**'ll be f**ed And I ain't even popped the goddamn trunk (trunk) I bet they never saw a n***a bring the heat and be so cool Freeze everything, n***a don't move You can choose to be a fool and try to get away But never make it out the room when the pump go BOOM! f**in 'em up, scream "f** the world" while I cuff my nuts Real n***as don't lie, hit 'em in the mind, everytime goddamn we live Send 'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all? Matter of fact motherf**a who paid y'all You runnnin up on them n***as you know gonna bust back? Take no more shorts f** that (f** that) Pistol control, we roll streets of the all know If they run up I'll pop get your hand out my pocket For the Glock, Glock shot 'em all on the floor You dealin with some motherf**in real n***as Thrill n***as, we'll k** n***as if they wanna k** me Still runnin with the AK-47 ain't sh** changed Still got the same artilary Bust at them ba*tards (ba*tard) Me and Boss steady breakin it off in they a**es (in they a**) Wanna see me get gla**es (gla**) Cause I be all in your face but you walk right past me (past me) But that let a n***as know they don't really wanna swang them thangs f**in wit them thugs, the thugs... n***a the thugs, what? [Chorus: repeat 2x] [Verse 4: Boss] Bare witness to Mrs. Gangsta We're gun-toaters, blunt smokers, big bank folders, and high rollers Quick to burn off into toaster for fun, this b**h Judges wanna post as gorilla Pimps, k**ers, and soldiers roll You don't slip and we thought that we told ya Know what Thug Luv n***a to bone ya They can run your sh** and bend a corner, scatter and spread Like mustard jam them buzzards up and leave 'em smothered Quick friends gats find ya like bookie and they down with me like fo' flat Y'all n***as got nuts, our n***as got nuts So we can go nut for nut see who first to crack and split Like ya down like wipers 'Fore the motherf**in piper pay the b**h [Verse 5: Krayzie] You motherf**as finna feel it Thugline put it down keepin it the real it And I ain't really trippin of these n***as They say they gonna get me yet they miss me (What?) Cause I've been here n***as thuggin Waitin for you motherf**as to come bring it to me f** waitin I'ma mingle with it The nine millimeter and plenty more haters If any more n***as roll up put the cut I'm f**in 'em up When I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you gonna die f** you, die, buck you, die Reload, unload one more time Hit him with the pump make sure he dead He bled blood, we bail Ask me if a n***a prepared for war hell yeah [Chorus 'til fade]