[Chorus x2] You been talkin', now we caught you Bitch now its on Thug line nor I don't give a fuck (I don't give a fuck) About you jumpin' up, actin' like you Krayzie 'Cause you Hollywood niggas can't fade this [Verse 1] Turn off that muthafuckin' radio And put in a CD or a tape And let them thug niggas show We comin' to invade your space In your face like "Ho hey!" The original, criminal, blowing up on these niggas Give them something to listen to Is Right back up in the house Mastermind of rap or crime Another clack of a nine Damage your spine (spine) Mash us and blast at your mind Niggas really think i'm carin' What they sayin' like they scarin' me But all they talk is noise I'm not a toy, so boy don't play with me Thug Line, Thug Line And yeah thats my clique (thats it) And if niggas wanna trip Then we can do this shit I'm not no muthafucking ho-nigga I came but i can go So nigga come on And let me know what you down to die for Stay strapped these days cause i don't know who to trust So I just point my gun everywhere when I bust Fuck these niggas I'm in your city, your TV and your radio So don't act like i'm hiding Nigga, y'all are just some scary-hoes [Chorus x2] [Verse 2] Why niggas be actin' like they know me? Then talkin' my shit All on my dick Now nigga you know what we call them (A bitch, bitch) I'm running from nobody and nothing Motherfuck them if they coming We'll be waiting with the pumps And bucking slugs into they stomach A hundred mini-missles won't miss you I can bet you we hit you Split 'em, get rid of 'em 10 of them, at the same time killin' em Keep my presence to a minimum But i'm in your vision Every time you see the thug line I'm on the front line I love mine I'm tellin' you now We on a mission with no mercy Wanna know how bad we wan't it? Just say we thirsty for it And any nigga trying to get up in my way Might i say, them bitches beggin' for a beatin' So we left 'em bleedin' Competition (competition), to me is an enemy So think before you come try to get in it with me So you can frown all you want to Get loud all you want to But now we see you What you gon' do? [Chorus x2] [Verse 3] Now if y'all really trying to get in some action You heard my song Come nigga, get at me And bring your family 'Cause we really need to practise "Walk it, don't talk it", I say this time after time Have the same nerve and courage when we see you outside, Online, all right Lets get this party started, spark it Thug style, showin' em love But we stay heartless regardless Hit 'em with bomb shit Better ring the alarm Its the thuggish ruggish niggas Bustin' the guage with one arm Like Vietnam, the enemies expendable, so fuck 'em First time we warn 'em Second time we storm 'em Nigga, you don't get no three shots We not playin', and I know they understand They tried to test the man But the man was really a man So its the plan Stay heated heavy and ready to die If not then eat a magnum full of hollow point shots I'm just tryin' to make my profit, Get up out of this shit But until then I gotta cock my shit (I cock my shit) [Chorus x2]
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