![]() Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack, (?) on our way back. Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers, how thugstas must stack. It's still the same, now, bailin' in my black, trench vest. Strate Jacket's gotta make that money, man. Try to creep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under. Get ready for the Bone and the Mo Thug, bustas, you know me as a hustla. Chain gang remainin' the same, flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew, thinkin' about that hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, fools. But I gotta get mine, so scream out, "Mo!" and let me hear ya holler, not about that mighty dollar, ro1l with the Bone, mo' thugs will follow. ![]() Chill, better bring your weapon, when steppin', bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip, not to mention, never knew no competition. You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel, just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples 'cause we so real. ![]() We're not against rappers.īut we are against those thugs. ![]()
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