Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song From the 99, artist - Layzie Bone. Album song The New Revolution, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 14.08.2006
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Hi Power
Song language: English
From the 99 |
We them thugstas from the 9−9 |
Got game, do thangs, big thangs (it's them thugs, it’s them thugs) |
We them thugstas from the 9−9 |
Nigga I’m «The Answer» like A.I., and «The Truth» like T-Mac |
It’s Little Layzie Bone puttin my city on the map |
Got more game than a motherfuckin referee |
That be the shit, motherfucker you wanna step to me |
Niggas that wants to test that nigga Lay' Bone, call up Kray' Bone |
Flesh Bone, Wish Bone, niggas be gettin +Bizzy+ on |
Any nigga think they ready to fuck with the Thugs |
You catch a slug fuckin with us, nigga you know we gets 'em up |
It’s the certified platinum playas pimpin through your city |
Got niggas lookin with envy cause they bitches wanna get with me |
We the worldwide ballers now, and everywhere I go |
I keep my heat right by my side, in case y’all ain’t know |
Now Dre Ghost reppin from L.A. to Cleveland, city to fuck with L. B |
And we migrated to grimy down to the A-T-L, feel me? |
And we stay thuggin in the streets to make our ends meet |
By all means necessary we’ve got to put it down |
So lace your boots up now if you’re thuggin with us |
Definition to the streets; |
in thugs we trust |
It’s a must that we bust, that means shit is fucked up |
But we gots to handle it, dismantle it, and that’s for them and not us |
You won’t see what I’m sayin, you need to read between the lines |
Think about dangerous minds, true thugs don’t die |
We’ll multiply in size, through harmony it was taught |
Off St. Clair and 99, perfect timin was brought |
They tell me y’all be slitherin, better stay away from them bitter men |
Cause niggas’ll catch you slippin and leave you stankin like a chit-lin |
Hoes and they gang guys thinkin everythang perfect |
Better come clean like detergent and get that like a surgeon |
I ain’t talkin about Dr. Dre, the Dre that’s a Ghost |
The one you see with mighty Mo Thug, that be thuggin the most |
Coast to coast, Cleveland to Cali, Chuck Taylor and Bally’s |
And I ain’t tryin to form a committee, I’m keepin it alley |
With my dopeman, in Hollis |
In my six-tre Impala, with a Benzo to follow |
Swallow baby, holler baby, if you all about the dollar baby |
We just so polished baby, Mo Thug niggas live and crazy |
Oooh yes, it’s Thugs |
It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs… |
It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs… |
It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs |