Layzie Bone, Krayzie Bone - Thug Nation lyrics

Yeah, yeah, L-Burna baby
Yeah, yeah, Sawed-Off Slim
Thug World Order up in this motherfucker
It's a Thug nation, oh what a nation
No, you can't stop me
Layzie and Krayzie, forever paper chasin
Real, T-H-U-G's

Y'all been waitin
For true riders well here it
Is up under your nose
Thought it was over the book was closed
Like it will stop us from gettin this dough
I'm a pro and I mean business
And I'm in this shit to win this
Started this, and I gots
To finish nigga pimp
I'm a straight up menace
I'm about my cheddar levels deep
Fuck a beef cause in the streets
Niggas creep, with that heat
They play for keeps, tryin to eat
They got my bigger brother
In the slammer locked
And I gots to keep my hammer cocked
This Thug order don't stop
We rush and invade yo' block

We ready to put in some work
If y'all ain't ready to twerk
Then what is your purpose?
Y'all talkin about it but I ain't
See niggas walkin about it yet
This ain't knowledge nigga this common sense
Go to jail or hop the fence
I'm lookin for niggas that wanna get down
With the nation and pop a cop and shit
We demonstate - but we don't sing
March or rally nigga we in yo' face
With a fo'-fo' magnum pressed
Against your waist
Try me, and I'll knock you off of balance
Watch 'em stagger
Hit 'em with shit that'll make 'em back
Up and think before they act up

Bye bye niggas, die die niggas
What would make you think you
Wanna fuck with these niggas?
We's chiefs playa, anybody killa
But this nation of the thug niggas
Out to get the thug figures
It's a Thug nation, oh what a nation
No, you can't stop me
Layzie and Krayzie forever paper chasin
Real, T-H-U-G's (T-H-U-G)

So just start a line
And pick up your weapons and I really hope
You got the hearts to ride
Cause niggas these are the times
Enemies ain't that hard to find
Some of them been around all your life
Nigga that misses that guard the prize
Even if we gotta the riot - we pushin
Nigga are y'all for that? Or will you
Stall when we fall under attack?
The combat is real bomb back or be killed
Pistols are cocked and loaded ready
To let it ring out
When we spit flames we gon' aim about
Yo' head and blow yo' brains out

We only roll with them organized niggas
Them money makin them wise niggas
My niggas +Creep on Ah Come Up+
We on the rise niggas +Hail Mary+
And I come from the soul like 'Pac
These nuts I got, got me what the fuck I got
Now must I, cock my Glock
Make these cock-a-roaches scatter
Take yo' life it really don't matter
What's the matter automatic
Man you thinkin this is real
That frontin I can't feel
If you ain't know then this the deal
Cross the gunline get killed

Nigga we got guns with tons of bank to split
We do when we runnin this gangsta shit
What we eat we got the wheat indeed
Quick to flip and stank a snitch
We down for you some prankster shit
Face elimination
Ain't no holes in no organization
No time ain't finna be wastin
I'm puttin the smash on it
I'm out here to get it you do the math on it
We live it we breathe it
The world gon' see that nigga
We goin half on it
I'm on the line, the front of the line
Makin you niggas remember
Who is the general in command
When you pussy niggas surrendered

Hit 'em with one, hit 'em with two
Hit 'em with three-fo'-five-six times
When they collapse stand over
The nigga and pap
You better make sure he die
We comin to battle with brains fried
So we came quiet I cock this
So when we get ready to aim five
No mercy is fat when we bomb 'em
You talk about drama
With 50 million niggas suited
And ready for killin
It's gon' be the illest, right to the finish
We in it to win it, that's from the beginnin
Envision the niggas
Somebody better tell the law
That we here knockin
First cop that open the do'
We gon' shock him, pop him and drop him