Krayzie, Bam, Asu, and K-Mont:Thug Mentality 1999





Krayzie

I'm representin' muthafuckin' Thugline nigga, in 1999/ You muthafuckers wanna

find the real thugs and hustlas, nigga?

Come to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from/ Now we're the real thugs

-Refrain-

This how we livin' these days (And this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ And

that one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)

Krayzie

Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper/ You feelin'

me?

These days, you gotta be packin' a gun; Everybody your enemy/ These days, it's

every nigga for they self

Cuz it ain't no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ And

that's why

these days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ Tell 'em, these days

You can't be fuckin' with niggas that's weak/ And these days, no tellin' when

you'll meet your coffin

I seen it too often, that's why fuck flossin' I take caution/ Don't trip, shit

if you're rich, you're rich

Cuz if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ Grab your cash and split your

shit

These days, stay on the low-low and away from po-po/ Unless you're ready to pull



your fo'-fo' and blow/ How come these days niggas wanna be the Don of the mob?

They claim it, but they never qualify for the job/ These days

We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply cuz it's 1999, nigga....

-Refrain-

K-Mont

Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all ain't worthy to serve me/ I'm

the type to jump out your bushes and bust you

with the 30,30 You want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the type of

nigga that'll send letterbombs to all my enemies

I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ The police all on my dick,

because they recognize a thug/ Nigga,

We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ Until us thugs unite, it

ain't gon' never be no peace/ Niggas be goin' to

school with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fuck about teachers/

Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ Picture the scenes

And screams and everybody runnin'/ Get on your knees, and pray nigga, cuz the

Son of the Lord is comin'

Asu

You know I came in time; that's my frame of mind/ Now I'm able to separate the

deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind

Niggas can't get none of mine/ Not even some of mine/ Just cuz you got on a

watch, nigga, don't mean you know the time

You stagnatin'/ You fags hatin' my motion/ From ocean to ocean, my magic potion

is devotion/ The nerve to hate what I

deserve to do wasn't a curse/ It was a signal; that's why that ass crashed,

forgot to put on your blinker/ R.W.I.: rollin' while

infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my Masters/ Y'all done agitated disaster,

and at every end's a start/ I slip in the art with

my heart and soul/ It's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ Don't become the one I

fold like a lawnchair/ You shouldn't have

gone there/ What's the deal with the long stares? What's the purpose, jokers on

earth surface to surface, and any problem is

handled with same-day service? Come on, come on, come on...

-Refrain-

Bam

We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip; it's our

spot/ Gave y'all shots, and let the drama pop

Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or alive/ Point of survival/ Let's

get points with real niggas lives/ But you only see

raw meat on streets; these niggas love their heat/ Nowadays all bustas wanna

thug like me

You see it be those ways that was so simple/ Execution style to gristle/ From

the chair, heard 'em

whistle for my nigga/ Mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'

Head back to all of y'all since every niggas are hard and provin' they got the

bigger balls

Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' like/ Broke him off in

the midnight

I spared his life I said this shit is tight

-Refrain-