(Souljah Boy, Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone, Ken Dawg, Tre)

We got the Thugs, the Shifters, Hustla'z . . .
[and we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug]
Afta Maff, II Tru, and Tre . . .
[And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug]
Ken Dawg, and Souljah Boy . . .
[And we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug]
and we are . . .

. . . Mo Thug, we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug.
[Mo Thug, Thug.  Mo Thug, Thug.]

Souljah Boy:
[Check it out.]  Wannabe soldier, Souljah--I done told ya:  Mo Thug is takin' over situations, even though it seems playa haters everywhere, but that's an everyday thang, so I continue to stack my green.  I mean that I love it.  I'm above it.  Can you feel the realer Mo Thuggish ruggish bandit that'll kill ya, drill ya?  (Can't never get passed that) nigga, Krayzie Bone, who stays strapped.  Be havin' much love for ya, real with y'all, got faith in God can't go wrong.  Gotta hold on, headstrong, givin' up props to the Double-glock, 'cause the way we kickin' it just won't stop.  Mo Thuggin', always makin' shots.

Krayzie Bone:
Everybody, hook up with somebody.  We havin' a party.  We here 'til we pass out, until it be over, I'll be up, so come on over.  We doin' this every day, and it's all day.  So, follow me if you wanna feel the thug love.  We havin' a hell of a party.  Parlay, parlay, hey, this could be another wonderful day.  We're here, remain, maintain, ain't changed, Mo Thug it's the same name.
with Tre:
If we got the pops, we'll thug the block, baby, without the shots, the shots.  We can't stop, won't stop, want to receive-a everything you see-a Swisha sweeta.  Creep up, won't ya, fly for the sky with me?  Come on, get high with me, and you can see it's only real when you ride with me, ride with me.  

Ken Dawg:
We are havin' a party.  [party, party, party]
We havin' a party.  We havin' a party.
Party.  Party.
Thug Devotion.  Thug Devotion.
Blessin' all the children, and God bless all His children.
We got it all for ya [all for ya].
Freely spoken, thugs in motion.  Oh, oh.

Layzie Bone:
Can you feelin' my magic?  Lettin' you have it, comin' with the automatic weapon status.  All of my thugs is here for your safety.  Everybody be glad they have us, 'cause we so thuggish-ruggish, and yo, we good, humble people [humble people] on the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony, so peaceful [peaceful].  And I know I can reach those, blowin' this instrumental wide open, makin' examples out of weak soldiers, givin' you the real thugsta devotion, bringin' my city with me, pin me everyday.  It's going down in the town I stay.  Come around my way, hear the beat to the thugsta sound.  With all of my peoples on their feet, now, can I get a, "Mo, mo, mo?"  [Mo!]  We never come weak.  We always strong.  That's how we roll. [Roll!]

Ken Dawg:
 This jumpin' must-a mean the smoke is in the air.  Playas from everywhere, stayin' true to the game, ridin' real as well as prepared.  Gotta my mind focused on this whole Mo Thug staff--how we dip and dap, lay a path, and then stay.  That's how it be everyday, routine.  Playa, grab your green, make 'em come clean before you hit the scene, you what I mean [I know what you mean, know what you mean.], because it's 'bout the love for it.  All the way around Mo Thug puttin' it down, comin' from the C-Town.  Round up your soldiers, 'cause it just don't stop.  It's all about Mo Thug all the way to the top.

You're rollin' with Mo, (...?...)
'Cause we know (...?...). 

This is all Mo Thug [Mo Thug].  This is all Mo Thug [Mo Thug].
Much love. [much love, much love].
Thug Devotion.
Blessin' all the children.  Comin' to ya straight from Cleveland.
We got it all for you.  Yeah.  Freely spoken, thugs in motion.
Thug Devotion.
Blessin' all the children. God bless all his children.

"Thug Devotion" Lyrics
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