Krayzie, Sin, and Tombstone:Thug Mentality 1999





-Refrain-

Silence(Silence) is nessecary/ Don't tell them who you are

Sin

Formulate a different tactic/ Let's sing anthems/ No stereotypical categorizin'/

Rising above all

Make-shift realities/ Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men/ They

cough as lungs inhale

Exhale poisonous gases/ Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself and good

health/ Done played out

the wickedest hand man has ever dealt/ I felt like dyin' just the other day cuz

Satan was tryin'

Walkin' too close by my side/ Stay still; Please don't move! Your soul you could

lose/ No cryin'

Where's my blood? You'll find out soon enough/ All right, I'll ride/ In due

time, we'll get our chance

to die/ Hold on to my mind/ No use for guns or drugs, need more love/ But, yet,

and still

Slugs gets fired off constantly/ Immorally destroyin' my holy oracle, but I just

ignore it though

Keep a steady pace, just movin' slow, slow, just movin' slow

-Refrain-

Krayzie

As I sit in my livin' room, chillin' in my thug mood/ I begin to hear noises

comin' from the other room

So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window/ Is it paranoya from the

indo?

Then cuz I thought, then I another thought; run and get the pump, "Who goes

there?

What the fuck you want?" Cuz I done off that bud and I'm a buck a muthafucker

down, You on my ground

So you got another round/ All of the sudden I heard a crash, my first instincts

was to blast

But the Mossberg didn't last so I had to dash/ Run upstairs, I was frantic and

paniced

But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop/ I was runnin' but I

could hear the sounds

comin'/ I don't know, they must think I got some money, AK-47 and a Mac-11/ Jet

into the bedroom, lock myself

in, we couldn't see 'em/ Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob/ They fin

to slip on the job soon as they twist on the knob, just like I figured when they

twisted it

The AK-47 was hot, I had to drop it, but I emptied it/ The Mac-11 I get, and hit

the niggas up from head to toe

A nigga escapin' but I was out the window/ Here I go, I hit the ground "Uh",

then I look around

Shake the fall, hopped in the Benz and hauled/ Call in my niggas let's get ready

for war, I think I

killed 'em all, but I know they'll be sendin' some more/ So when they come back

around I say we

show 'em that rappin' don't mean a thang, and this is a gun, and this is your

grave/ Rest In Peace

you're not feelin' me/ Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate this...

-Refrain-

Tombstone

Fight, movin' in the night (Watch out!) Daylight, takin' slow paces might outrun

the race

Never want to rely on murda/ Enter my life, but life's so strange and hectic/

All backwards/ It's

shelled/ The killin' factor in jail/ The streets is hell/ You can tell by the

smell/ Off with his head

Oh well! You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the

same/ It's a shame

how they watch you, stalk you; pinnin' every step I make, knowin' every breath I

take/ Makin' it easy

for the next man to get his hands on a 38/ They be buckin' on niggas in these

last days, but thanks

for the fun/ Can't stay focused, causin' ruckus/ The devil done played with the

earth like a puppet

Now we all in fucked shit/ That's why silence is necessary/ Don't tell 'em who

you are by far

Don't you tell them who you are

-Refrain-