"(RELAY) THUGLINE"
KRAYZIE BONE featuring Relay

Krayzie:
Still be thuggin' with the thugs, thugs, with the thugs.
[Pump your fists and scream Mo!  All my niggas with the Thugline, Thugline.]
Ain't a damn thing changed, damn thing changed, changed.
[Pump your fists and scream Mo!  All my niggas with the Thugline, Thugline.]
And if you niggas wanna get some, get some.  Count me down for your thing.

Muthafuck y'all niggas hatin' on me, hatin' on me.  No no, got the green, but I been swolled out, so fuck them crooked, crackhead po-pos.  Kickin' down doors on our goals, don't forget them (?).  Keep business to myself, 'cause it's best if no one knows.  I trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas either.  Try to take my weed, I got more power than She-Ra.  Dirty South diva, I rise like Mya.  My high starts comin' down, I smoke some more and I get higher.  La, la, la--that be this weed and this that fire.  Gotcha makin' news, 'cause I'm live like a wire.  I never share a thai, ya keep passin' me them thangs.  Just get 'em with that heat to they mouth like some wings.  Straight out Decatur, (?) some cheese and fuck the fame.  Straight out Decatur, you got drama?  You know my name.  Now close your eyes and listen to (?) rhyme.  You got five, I got five.  Let's go get a dime.

A-T-L, I got to do somethin' to get my point heard.  I put my pen down, and let the folks hear my words.  Don't call me no joker.  Don't call me a nerd, 'cause I be goin' deeper than the others you heard.  'Cause this ain't in your head, bumpin' in your head knockin'.  I keep the brothers jockin', even though they guns be knockin'.  Gotta block it, throw my hands up and we're (?) up a brawl.  Talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at all.  Niggas in y'all drawers, I rise but my name's not Mya, and I's a tight female.  Don't need smoke to get you higher.  I'm beg ya for attention, well I beg to differ. They nervous when I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer.  I plot by myself, my thoughts are dangerous.  You gotta be lyrically tight if you wanna hang with us.  Can't sit on my ass, when I know I must be heard.  My pen's been put down and now my mouth has been heard.  Nigga . . .

Krayzie:
So you can go bring anything you want to.  We do do this however whenever you want to, or we can act the fool if that's what you want do, 'cause real niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
['Cause if you want it, you know I got it.]
So you can bring anything you want to.  We do do this however whenever you want to, or we can act the fool if that's what you want do, 'cause real niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
['Cause if you want it, you know I got it.]

Yeah, Little Miss Mama Passion steppin' at ya niggas.  I know how to react and be the one who peepin' out them playa haters in the back.  And I'm attackin', saggin', yes and I'm relaxin' when I'm high.  Krayzie Bone and Relay done hooked up this shit, 'cause my, my, my, Relay is comin' round the corner.  Better run for cover, or you're gonna be goner.  I told you nigga.  We doin' this shit to get richer quicker, not pullin' triggers, hypnotizin' niggas like--rest in peace--Notorious BIG, nigga.

Tell me blow out any rapper and in a heartbeat I would, snappin' the baddest when I rhyme, and Relay up to no good.  In fact, you should value this beat.  And in this rap game it seems ain't no other four, because we straight out bust out the scene straight out Decatur way, it's greater, and it can't get no better, unless you headed through downtown Atlanta to go make some chedder.  In every way and everyday, you hear these girls bust a rap, or rhyme, or flow, or just whatever you may call, we gon' snap, snap.

Cleveland and A-T-L, done hooked up.  This shit is buck, so nigga, what?  Krayzie gotta bust, Krayzie gotta bust, Krayzie gotta bust, Krayzie gotta bust.

Krayzie:
Now you know we can get high [high, high], so high [so high]--that's my thang.  Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface--the name. Thug is what I claim.  Stayin' away from all these lames, and these playa haters steady inflictin' pressure on the brain.  But my mentality can't be faded--I play it so fuckin' smooth.  I got my mind just like chess, and I concentrate on every move. And every move that they broke, we break 'em.  Believe me, that's why so many niggas fall off for flossin' and goin' against they boss, man.  Too many chiefs and no Indians.  So when I roll, I'm mostly solo, and I know that fo'-fo' stay mighty close. Just touch on my door, ho--you'll be greeted by heaters, millimeters.  Pop, pop, pop, pop.  Mo Thug mothership presents: Thugline niggas, Bone thugs-n-harmony, still live niggas, and I got my troopers suited and ready.  Relay, up in this muthafucka marchin', marchin', marchin', marchin, bombin' on bitches.  People be sayin', and if you think we playin, run up and take your chance to die--it's in your hands.  Blow for blow, we let these muthafuckas know.  They know--whether they male or female, I don't roll with no ho.

So you can go bring anything you want to.  We do do this however whenever you want to, or we can act the fool if that's what you want do, 'cause real niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
['Cause if you want it, you know I got it.]
So you can bring anything you want to.  We do do this however whenever you want to, or we can act the fool if that's what you want do, 'cause real niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
['Cause if you want it, you know I got it.]

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