[Intro: Layzie Bone & Felicia]
One shot, niggas call the cops, cause there's some pussy ass niggas round here
One shot, hey!
Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make them pussy niggas get from round here
Two shots, oh...
And we gon ride, and we gon ride...
Bone Thugs, Mo Thugs, Thugline!
And we gon ride, and we gon ride, and...
We gon ride!
[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]
We gon ride, 'til the motherfuckin wheels fall off
It's that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls
We let 'em hang and the sparks fly
I'm talkin about scrapin the streets and nigga movin so fast we turnin the dark light!
Ya niggas really don't want no friction from the automatics
You niggas ain't got enough money, sonny, I ain't even braggin
I'm in the toll taggin, collectin plenty paper
And if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper
These niggas is haters and they smilin in my face
Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your boy erased
I hear the whispers say I talk a mean game
But I walk it like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim
Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut
Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga up
We got them +Thugs+ on the +Line+, got them +Thugs+ screamin +Mo!+
It's 2006, Krayzie let these niggas know, c'mon!
One shot, niggas call the cops, cause there's some pussy ass niggas round here
One shot, hey!
Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make them pussy niggas get from round here
Two shots, oh...
And we gon ride, and we gon ride...
Bone Thugs, Mo Thugs, Thugline!
And we gon ride, and we gon ride, and...
We gon ride!
[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]
We gon ride, 'til the motherfuckin wheels fall off
It's that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls
We let 'em hang and the sparks fly
I'm talkin about scrapin the streets and nigga movin so fast we turnin the dark light!
Ya niggas really don't want no friction from the automatics
You niggas ain't got enough money, sonny, I ain't even braggin
I'm in the toll taggin, collectin plenty paper
And if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper
These niggas is haters and they smilin in my face
Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your boy erased
I hear the whispers say I talk a mean game
But I walk it like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim
Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut
Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga up
We got them +Thugs+ on the +Line+, got them +Thugs+ screamin +Mo!+
It's 2006, Krayzie let these niggas know, c'mon!
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