"MO THUGGIN'"
POETIC HUSTLA'Z
Yeah, Poetic Hustla'z [Hustla, Hustla]. Thought we was gon' fall? Right back at ya. Yeah, yeah. [Hustla, Hustla . . .] Aw, shit. It's over now.
I'm just a Hustla from C-Town, and my life's been turned around, 'cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin, we're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'.
Boogy Nikke:
Niggas gettin' recruited, holdin' guns, 'cause they comin' for me, drinkin'
my love, because the trust is muthafucka [Would ya die for me?]. FBI:
Fuckin' Bitches In need, try not see me innocent, on Hennessy, niggas,
it's time to breathe, Mo Thug to the top. We be the best, muthafucka.
Giddyup 'fore I touch ya, never trust y'all for nothin'. The
Lord done blessed me, muthafucka, got the tear to show it, busta.
Cleveland rock, muthafucka, Hall of Fame to the top, non-stop. What
the fuck you wanna do, bitch? Lovin' my people, I'd die for my people,
I pray for my people. Bitch, what? And don't test the muthafuckin'
Boogy tight as shit, muthafuckas better pray. Bitch, y'all dyin' and
shit. A muthafucka out there did slit my nigga T-Rock [we are Mo Thug],
and rest in peace, and when I find 'em, I'm a rip 'em, I'm put my teardrop
on it. Yeah, and rest in peace, and to his mama, his dada, I'm paranoid,
now.
I'm just a Hustla from C-Town, and my life's been turned around, 'cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin, we're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'.
Tony Tone:
Sometimes I sit and I wonder, is my life really movin' too fast?
'Cause I'm feelin' all the jealous, bitch-made suckas that
didn't think we would last. Nineteen-ninety four, we was on the
go, and that's for sure, I know you hope and prayin' that this Mo Thug
click don't grow more, but, bitch, we too strong. We hold on, connected
by our bones, and let them niggas burn in Hell that killed my nigga, Tombstone.
Your name will live on, and everyday I must say, I do pray, but I wonder
why it has to be this way. Trials and tribulations everyday, 'cause
Lord, You done bless me with my kids. Don't punish them for the shit
that I did. I'm thuggin', that's the way it is. It's crazy livin'
life in the streets. That's showbiz, separatin' your friends from foes,
and ends and hoes, but those don't know. Don't fuck with pros. These
Cleveland bros is ready to roll, everyday strugglin' to make a winnin' where
we fit in. No matter what the situation may be, we still on top, goin'
down in history, Mo Thuggin'.
I'm just a Hustla from C-Town, and my life's been turned around, 'cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin, we're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'.
Mo! Hart:
Rememberin' the days when times were hard, hittin' the streets, hustlin'
from dusk 'til dawn. My family was right there, right there by my side.
No second thoughts ever on our muthafuckin' minds, doin' what's
necessary to keep our fuckin' pockets fat. Our own personal security
to watch our backs. Representin' to the fullest, got my right fist
high in the sky. Yeah, you know what it is--Mo Thug 'til I die.
Just a Hustla from C-Town, straight doin' my thang. I'm one of
the last original thugs, so these nuts must hang. We don't take no
shit, never hestitate to split a nigga's wig, or for that matter, fuck his
bitch. I love for my Mo Thug brothers and sisters. Them was days,
and you know that they will always be with us. Gettin' brewed to keep
it all together, dueces on a square, playa [Dueces, dueces. I'm next,
playa. I'm next. I'm next, playa].
I'm just a Hustla from C-Town, and my life's been turned around, 'cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin, we're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'.
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