[Intro: (Mag)]

Aw shit! Here we go!

Aw there go my niggas over there!

Yeah there go my thugs over there!

There go them bitches over there!

Look out for shots for my real niggas!



[Chorus:]

Where my thugs where my hustlers at?

Where my thugs where my hustlers at? Say what?

Where my thugs where my hustlers at?

Where my thuss where my hustlers at? Say what?

The Henny's in me, you can't change that

Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?

Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

The Henny's in me, you can't change that

Crack the blunt, roll that bitch up, where my thugs at?

Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at

Where my thugs at? Show me where my thugs at



[Mag]

Now why should locs give a fuck?

What? Nigga my mental's stuck

I gotta be dirty damn near all the time, strapped the fuck up

Post the fuck up, Smoked the fuck up, locced the fuck up

When the po po come we don't choke the fuck up, punk

Bitch ass niggas know they can't run with me

Real ass niggas they get it done with me

Because they want with me

Ha, it's just the low life I live

Shit forever we ride, dub sac, my homey done died

My head stays busted

All motherfuckin day, off that Henny blessed with Alhezay

Hey, what, gangstafied, bout it bout it til I die nigga

Bounce to this and if you dig it press rewind



[Treach]

See now my thugs do the gangsta and the killin and stealin

While my hustlers do the bankin and the dealin for millions

My pimps be curlin, crimpin, straight pimpin and illin

My gangsta thugs on this club on the motherfuckin realin

See, some motherfuckers got loot to get

It's just some motherfuckers can't shoot for shit

So my hustlers call my thugs for the slugs for the hit

And yeah my thugs roll and shoot in the hoop like a six

Came from east to the west playin steelo with Beelow

Niggas fought drinkin corpse, too much cut on the kilos

So we took every jewel that he just bought from Tito

Then Beelow rolled him through the desert

Left him bleedin in Reno, without a C-note

A section or a solid to sell it

Ain't married fuck a ring, save the carats for rabbits

Cuz a pimp and a thug and a hustler know

You trick your grip, the bitch got rich and you's the hoe, woah



[Chorus]



[Krayzie Bone]

You see them packin niggas goin in the club, token, smokin bud

Ain't no security at the door so they ain't even get touched

Now they better tear this motherfucker up

If you one of them niggas, us

Straight to the parkin, lift them nigga what

We all thugged out, got on khakis, fatigues and boots

Just watchin all the loud talkers floss they cheese and jewels

Clean diamond rings and suits, we ain't hatin nigga we hungry

And we'll rob your ass with the quickness if you show me the money

Call it whatever my nigga but I call it being a thug and a hustler

And you gotta have the nuts to be both

And I gotta roll with the raws

And get with the steady regardless

Fuck, how much your bitch and how many niggas you with

See we the ones that like to crash the party

Drink all the forties up and disrespect every nigga in there

Cuz we don't give a fuck (we don't)

Just cuz I be rappin and all my records went platinum

Don't exactly mean I had to get rid of my Thug Mentality

But I know some niggas be fakin themselves

That's cuz they hoes

And when they get caught up in confrontations they be scared as hell

Ain't nothin wrong with bein a thug, but y'all got to keep it real

So don't you get your ass on wax tellin lies about how you live

Now I dedicate this to my real strugglers

Make em feel ya, fuck makin em love ya

And y'all gon learn, them thugs and hustlers

Hustlers, hustlers