Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug, you better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gansta, let your gun smoke.

Krayzie:
Took a trip out to Texas and I find real niggas, remind me of mine. A nigga can vibe, ´cause y´all some cold ass playa playas. Hey, there, Mo Thug and we gotsta give ´em some love, so now you´re dealin´ with the big pimps and the thugs. You get up too close and we fuckin´ you up, you don´t really want that ´cause I know these ain´t no hoes you fuckin´ with. Touched down and got with the realest niggas in the town. Now look who´s in the Suave House, yes it´s truly-yours, Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy, ready to move out, nigga, ready to get with the shoot out. In the meanwhile, I still gotta make me some money to get by. Yeah, I thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG, made money, ´cause all that other shit don´t mean a thing to me. But try to run up and I´m leavin´ you stunned. Nobody will know who shot that pump, ´cause I´m gonna dump it and run. Put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga that did it was wearin´ a Leather Face, and not to be played with. Whateve

r you claim, you better get paid. Shit.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

MJG:
Who be I? The nigga who pimpin´-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank that he hold. Natural born mind control. False niggas´ gang blown away. It makes you wonder why niggas be hatin´. They jealous, they fellas be lookin´ to take you under. It seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin´ for ways to drive us insane, confusin´ our brain. I´m settin´ up traps for rats who snatch cheese. Fly like a trapeze artist. Tell ´em to bring it on, I comes the hardest.

MJG, pimp, runnin´ with Bone, dividin?the throne. Regardless of niggas who stand in my path, I´m bringin´ it on. Recitin´ the lyrical gift, the shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars. How do you know when you´re goin´ too far? The further you get, the further you are. Shit, I breaks in half crook niggas. Don´t make me laugh. Now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one´s the ass? Where your bitch at? Collectin´ my cash. Now who would´ve know that the bitch is a hood-rat. Increasin´ my stash, leavin´ you fast. You´re thinkin´ I´m slippin´, I´m grippin´ the Tech. Look at the bullets, they rippin´ his vest open, puttin´ a hole in his chest. In piece is that nigga decide to rest. I´m leavin´ you grievin´, believin´ in pimpin´. The shit that I got is the shit that I´m given. Constantly livin´ that life of a thug, drinkin´ the Hen, smokin´ the bud.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you, better get ready for war. If you a hustla, make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Layzie:
Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they couldn´t win. Ken took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I´m in the wind, 500 Benzo, we roll, roll. Rod J came through with the Mack-10. Wish trippin´ when I pulled out the glock. You know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop, comin´ with the heat cocked, ´cause it never did stop. Everybody I know out lookin´ for a come up, we creep, it´s deeper than the way you perceive a thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly grudge. What? Nigga we?l bust till the point of no return, I´m out here swangin´, paper chasin´. Erasin´ my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier claimin´ Mo! Even though it get hectic, respect it. Nigga, knock my struggle, uh-oh, they´ll gets more chaos and I won´t stop till I piece this puzzle.

I´m a go gather up all lost souls show ´em the way to the road to be real, give ´em a deal, train ´em to kill, haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field. We marchin´, ready for war, fuck the law, they ain´t on our side. Hell yeah, we can meet up at the district. I´m bringin´ it to you, ready to die. See, I am so sick of oppression, shit ain´t changed, Little Lay still stressin´. No question, clutchin´ there no more weapon, ´cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uh, you?l probably feelin?the sense of some danger, but I´m bringin´ the sense of an angel to the table. Watch me put it down for Mo, and them Suave House niggas. So, willin?and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . If that´s what it is, you better be mindin´ your business, or be beggin´ forgiveness. You know all I´m sayin?is, just don´t fuck with me, man.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. If you a thug you better get ready for war. If you a hustla make your dough. If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Eightball:
Yeah ... Bone Thugs. Mo Thugs. Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-fuckin´-G. The realest niggas alive, yeah. Thuggin´, pimpin´, bitch, this shit don´t stop. You know what I´m talkin´ ´bout? All over the muthafuckin´ world and back again, bitch. Space-age forever.