A Thugga' Level

Big ballin' bitch like Boss come thru like it ain't no thang Paper chase, hustlin' nothin' changed Ask me again I'll tell you the same Don't hustle the fame nigga, muscle the game Put it down in the street for mine 24/7, stayin' on the grind For days and days I shell at the cops Enough grenades to get at the block I'm a drug smuggler Part bitch, part thug, part hustla You lift my crib and I'm touchin' ya No love for ya, draw blood from ya 'Cause a nigga like you dreamin' to Boss And you fiendin' to floss and who pounds is flown We're bustin' motherf**kas with the black game Holdin' them fiends And lovin' my crack In the front got bud in the back Who can get more thugga than that? From hookers and jacks Put the house up, bitch, I'm bustin' the gat Y'all niggaz always testing Gonna make me pull this Wesson If money ain't the answer rephrase the question, dawg Big Boss and Krayzie Bone is runnin' up in your town With an uncountable amount of numbers of mongols Y'all mad, we the real number oners Rollin' like big, Thugline nothin' but runners Trouble Boss, a double cross A nigga named Krray they good as dead From the B-O-double, doin' double time And these tricks comin' up to bread We on some thugga shit We on some other shit That you ain't f**kin' with The thuggin' don't stop And you can't touch the clique You know you love this shit Take it to what we spit The thuggin' don't stop We on some thugga shit We on some other shit That you ain't f**kin' with The thuggin' don't stop And you can't touch the clique You know you love this shit Take it to what we spit The thuggin' don't stop I heard a silent motherf**ka creepin' up from behind ya Bet ya didn't think that I'd find ya, huh? With a nine or pump your shit'll be f**ked And I ain't even popped the goddamn trunk I bet they never saw a nigga bring the heat and be so cool Freeze everything, nigga don't move You can choose to be a fool and try to get away But never make it out the room when the pump go, boom f**kin 'em up, scream "f**k the world" while I cuff my nuts Real niggaz don't lie, hit 'em in the mind Every time goddamn we live Send 'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all? Matter of fact motherf**ka, who paid y'all? You runnin' up on them niggaz, you know gonna bust back? Take no more shorts f**k that Pistol control, we roll streets so they all know If they run up I'll pop get your hand out my pocket For the glock, glock shot 'em all on the floor You dealin' with some motherf**kin' real niggaz Thrill niggaz, we'll kill niggaz if they wanna kill me Still runnin' with the AK-47 ain't shit changed Still got the same artillery Bust at them bastards Me and Boss steady breakin' it off in they a*ses Wanna see me get gla*ses 'Cause I be all in your face but you walk right past us But that let a niggaz know they don't really wanna swang them thangs f**kin' wit them thugs, the thugs, the thugs, nigga the thugs, what? We on some thugga shit We on some other shit That you ain't f**kin' with The thuggin' don't stop And you can't touch the clique You know you love this shit Take it to what we spit The thuggin' don't stop We on some thugga shit We on some other shit That you ain't f**kin' with The thuggin' don't stop And you can't touch the clique You know you love this shit Take it to what we spit The thuggin' don't stop Bare witness to Mrs. Gangsta We're gun-toters, blunt smokers Big bank folders and high rollers Quick to burn off into toaster For fun this bitch judges wanna pose as gorilla Pimps, killers and soldiers roll You don't slip and we thought that we told ya Know what Thug Luv nigga to bone ya They can run your shit and bend a corner Scatter and spread like mustard Jam them buzzards up and leave 'em smothered Quick friends gats find ya like bookie And they down with me like fo' flat Y'all niggaz got nuts, our niggaz got nuts So we can go nut for nut, see who first to crack and split Like ya down like wipers 'Fore the motherf**kin' piper pay the bitch You motherf**kas fin' to feel it? Thugline put it down keepin' it the real it And I ain't really trippin' off these niggaz They say they gonna get me yet they miss me 'Cause I've been here niggaz thuggin' Waitin' for you motherf**kas to come bring it to me f**k waitin' I'ma mingle with it The nine millimeter and plenty more haters If any more niggaz roll up put the cut I'm f**kin 'em up When I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you gonna die f**k you, die, buck you, die Reload, unload one more time Hit him with the pump make sure he dead He bled blood, we bail Ask me if a nigga prepared for war, hell yeah We on some thugga shit We on some other shit That you ain't f**kin' with The thuggin' don't stop And you can't touch the clique You know you love this shit Take it to what we spit The thuggin' don't stop We on some thugga shit We on some other shit That you ain't f**kin' with The thuggin' don't stop And you can't touch the clique You know you love this shit Take it to what we spit The thuggin' don't stop