Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
You could be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got, we got
I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a fuck about the law
Still run with a pump in my car
You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell
And we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
Besides that, ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs niggas
Thinking I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it
And keep on moving, guess who's back up in the house?
Original Cleveland Criminals
Niggas just send em subliminal messages like "murder, mo murder murder"
Never forgot where we come from
Watch how you move your tongue
Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass
Protect my niggas for combat
Leather face at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you
Sweep you off your feet in Cleveland
I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to this heat
When I draw down, let me hear you say "fuck the law now"
Rawest niggas in the town
Ready to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
And since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me
Nigga this Mo Thug Family is for real
Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
Before it all gets spent up
And you want to get rid of
And every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fucking with the wood grain
Everybody still playing that hood game quiet
Especially when it's tired
My environment ain't nothing but niggas dying
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas
Split up these niggas off in different sections
And come listen to the sermon
Swerving in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got some problems
The fiends had faith in me, suckers wouldn't run
Bone, somehow they turn up
Run blindly, elevate through time
Our dawgs finna haul off lead
Nigga you dripping soaking with bloodly body be begging me
You know what you should've capped like 2pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked up
Runnin up blastin gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane
Insane human only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought motherfuck fame
For the fact the shit is a phat game
Going remain number one in the Land
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I have to slay today?
How will I teach yea, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
Have it, running up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we sons of assassins
Match it, collecting more cash
That's true, you're feeling that
Niggas said all my babies get a million
I call on my mighty archang-el
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty
Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
For the FBI you want to come test my enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice
And open up your motherfucking eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dog finna parlay
Everyday storming your way
So you might just duck when I buck gauge
Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day
Motherfuckers player hate