| We them thugstas from the 9−9
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| Got game, do thangs, big thangs (it's them thugs, it’s them thugs)
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| We them thugstas from the 9−9
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| Nigga I’m «The Answer» like A.I., and «The Truth» like T-Mac
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| It’s Little Layzie Bone puttin my city on the map
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| Got more game than a motherfuckin referee
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| That be the shit, motherfucker you wanna step to me
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| Niggas that wants to test that nigga Lay' Bone, call up Kray' Bone
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| Flesh Bone, Wish Bone, niggas be gettin +Bizzy+ on
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| Any nigga think they ready to fuck with the Thugs
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| You catch a slug fuckin with us, nigga you know we gets 'em up
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| It’s the certified platinum playas pimpin through your city
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| Got niggas lookin with envy cause they bitches wanna get with me
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| We the worldwide ballers now, and everywhere I go
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| I keep my heat right by my side, in case y’all ain’t know
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| Now Dre Ghost reppin from L.A. to Cleveland, city to fuck with L. B
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| And we migrated to grimy down to the A-T-L, feel me?
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| And we stay thuggin in the streets to make our ends meet
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| By all means necessary we’ve got to put it down
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| So lace your boots up now if you’re thuggin with us
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| Definition to the streets; |
| in thugs we trust
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| It’s a must that we bust, that means shit is fucked up
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| But we gots to handle it, dismantle it, and that’s for them and not us
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| You won’t see what I’m sayin, you need to read between the lines
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| Think about dangerous minds, true thugs don’t die
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| We’ll multiply in size, through harmony it was taught
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| Off St. Clair and 99, perfect timin was brought
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| They tell me y’all be slitherin, better stay away from them bitter men
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| Cause niggas’ll catch you slippin and leave you stankin like a chit-lin
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| Hoes and they gang guys thinkin everythang perfect
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| Better come clean like detergent and get that like a surgeon
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| I ain’t talkin about Dr. Dre, the Dre that’s a Ghost
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| The one you see with mighty Mo Thug, that be thuggin the most
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| Coast to coast, Cleveland to Cali, Chuck Taylor and Bally’s
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| And I ain’t tryin to form a committee, I’m keepin it alley
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| With my dopeman, in Hollis
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| In my six-tre Impala, with a Benzo to follow
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| Swallow baby, holler baby, if you all about the dollar baby
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| We just so polished baby, Mo Thug niggas live and crazy
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| Oooh yes, it’s Thugs
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| It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs…
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| It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs…
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| It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs |