low down, low down, low down yeah(yeah)yeah(yeah) krayzie bone up in this motherfucker My muthafuckin nigga(my muthafuckin nigga) Soulja boy, bout to shut you hoes down You know what it is, Mo' Thug clique rollin to damn thick What you hoes wanna do? die(die)die(die) what it is nigga (what it is) what it is...We
(hook) low down, low down dirty shame, niggas actin strange catch a clip to tha fuckin brain x2
[soulja boy] Soulja boy, up in this mothafucka, so point out the bitch made suckas, who think they got enough heat to rush us. i'ma dust ya ass off in the blink of an eye, you niggas gotta die, don't ask me why, but still I try with the vibe that i be gettin make y'all wanna get in ya shit down to the fuckin racket you hoes wanna find me, my nigga layzie bone wit pine trees, like light see ain't no comin back, gimme some of that, good shit you smokin got me geeked up, heat it up, heat it up, straight up and i'm hopin that all y'all bustas got time to play, my niggas, who stoned, krayzie bone movin around your way, (your way)
(hook x2)
[krayzie] We banged your brain, put em in a coffin and dats where they lay, nigga wanna roll wit bone get chromed, put em in a river now that's how we play. Murderin the mniggas is startin to arouse me hollow points all in your body, nigga fittin to bless your soul wit a 12 gauge mossberg leavin you stiff and cold. What'cha gonna do, when the muthafuckin ? come for you? ya snooze, ya lose,ya catch this uzi, nigga betta shoot tha po-po too, and we do runnin wit a nigga wit his finger on the trigga when i catch em i fill em wit ammunition hit em with the bullet, my rhythm, did it get ya, then miss em, hey, we down wit wit da swangin, no fakin, we quickin to fuckin you up, oh my guages and uzis and .357's we load em and shoot for your head, ya die nigga they betta not test me, leathaface be quick to pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin em headless, respect them St. Clair players bitch
(hook x2)
[soulja boy] on a mission, I'm swift to empty my clip ya oughta be fast to run for safety, man tha souljas bout to rip, ya lit get hit, i split, witcha shit aint worried about a nigga tellin me a fuckin thing cuz all these bitches run they lip cuz i'ma shift, my grip, off into a whole new level
[krayzie] Fuck wit my clique you know you dead wrong (dead wrong, dead wrong) rest in peace has seemed to be creepin up on me lately fuck it, lets all go crazy, see we daily and we ready my thugsta's love when we buck-buck, put em on the ground, fuck em, krayzie released them shells, i say fuck it let's all go to hell, cuz i got my money, my pistol, my reefer, never forget my thugs, whuh? Hey, we slay, we spray
[soulja boy] we pray, everyday, cuz when i see that you and me just don't mix so i grab i grip (i grab my grip) I'ma kill your clique (i'ma kill your clique) that's the end to this shit. so don't you ever, in your life, try to test me standin like rambo with this bullet-proof vest and my knife, you better respect me and my threats, or i'm killin your wife your bitch get slap just like wesley don't test me, don't press me, krayzie bone open up their chest, G.
[soulja boy and krayzie] yeah nigga, yeah boy-hoe ass niggas y'all muthafuckas ain't ready for this muthafuckin real thug shit niggas ain't ready(krayzie bone)we shuttin shit down (shut shit down!) shut shit down, completly down! you hoes didn't know? you better recognize y'all fittin to get stomped nigga wasteland, wasteland, wasteland hoe ass niggas, we fit to kill em! wasteland (repeat till end)
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Copy to Clipboard: low down, low down, low down yeah(yeah)yeah(yeah) krayzie bone up in this motherfucker My muthafuckin nigga(my muthafuckin nigga) Soulja boy, bout to shut you hoes down You know what it is, Mo' Thug clique rollin to damn thick What you hoes wanna do? die(die)die(die) what it is nigga (what it is) what it is...We
(hook) low down, low down dirty shame, niggas actin strange catch a clip to tha fuckin brain x2
[soulja boy] Soulja boy, up in this mothafucka, so point out the bitch made suckas, who think they got enough heat to rush us. i'ma dust ya ass off in the blink of an eye, you niggas gotta die, don't ask me why, but still I try with the vibe that i be gettin make y'all wanna get in ya shit down to the fuckin racket you hoes wanna find me, my nigga layzie bone wit pine trees, like light see ain't no comin back, gimme some of that, good shit you smokin got me geeked up, heat it up, heat it up, straight up and i'm hopin that all y'all bustas got time to play, my niggas, who stoned, krayzie bone movin around your way, (your way)
(hook x2)
[krayzie] We banged your brain, put em in a coffin and dats where they lay, nigga wanna roll wit bone get chromed, put em in a river now that's how we play. Murderin the mniggas is startin to arouse me hollow points all in your body, nigga fittin to bless your soul wit a 12 gauge mossberg leavin you stiff and cold. What'cha gonna do, when the muthafuckin ? come for you? ya snooze, ya lose,ya catch this uzi, nigga betta shoot tha po-po too, and we do runnin wit a nigga wit his finger on the trigga when i catch em i fill em wit ammunition hit em with the bullet, my rhythm, did it get ya, then miss em, hey, we down wit wit da swangin, no fakin, we quickin to fuckin you up, oh my guages and uzis and .357's we load em and shoot for your head, ya die nigga they betta not test me, leathaface be quick to pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin em headless, respect them St. Clair players bitch
(hook x2)
[soulja boy] on a mission, I'm swift to empty my clip ya oughta be fast to run for safety, man tha souljas bout to rip, ya lit get hit, i split, witcha shit aint worried about a nigga tellin me a fuckin thing cuz all these bitches run they lip cuz i'ma shift, my grip, off into a whole new level
[krayzie] Fuck wit my clique you know you dead wrong (dead wrong, dead wrong) rest in peace has seemed to be creepin up on me lately fuck it, lets all go crazy, see we daily and we ready my thugsta's love when we buck-buck, put em on the ground, fuck em, krayzie released them shells, i say fuck it let's all go to hell, cuz i got my money, my pistol, my reefer, never forget my thugs, whuh? Hey, we slay, we spray
[soulja boy] we pray, everyday, cuz when i see that you and me just don't mix so i grab i grip (i grab my grip) I'ma kill your clique (i'ma kill your clique) that's the end to this shit. so don't you ever, in your life, try to test me standin like rambo with this bullet-proof vest and my knife, you better respect me and my threats, or i'm killin your wife your bitch get slap just like wesley don't test me, don't press me, krayzie bone open up their chest, G.
[soulja boy and krayzie] yeah nigga, yeah boy-hoe ass niggas y'all muthafuckas ain't ready for this muthafuckin real thug shit niggas ain't ready(krayzie bone)we shuttin shit down (shut shit down!) shut shit down, completly down! you hoes didn't know? you better recognize y'all fittin to get stomped nigga wasteland, wasteland, wasteland hoe ass niggas, we fit to kill em! wasteland (repeat till end)
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