It's 1999
Guess what?
The motherfuckin' real thugs is in this motherfucker now
(Chorus) 4X
Always, always, what am I?, what am I?
A thug always, -ways, -ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Krayzie)
Niggas look out
And we in the motherfucker house
We in here now
It's going down steepin' through the crowd
Sippin' on Henny we get wild
Niggas lookin' fool
If he even move and step like he hatin', knock him out
And then keep stompin' his head in the ground
And drag him out onto the dance floor
Tell him what to stand for
Now when they came they had they pants on
We beat bitches up out their britches
Lets show 'em how to tear up a club
When they be fuckin' with the thugs
Nigga, we come to party
But I'll fuck up somebody
But y'all ain't feelin' me
Is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all
?
If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags
Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass
You wanna rumble?
I'm sick of bein' humble
Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho
Sawed Off Slim, it don't matter
I got somethin' for him and him
And then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win
Fuck your friends
Everybody talk that shit, nigga
Oh, yeah I know it
But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?
I bet a million bucks it's not us
Yeah, we might not get everybody
Somebody gonna get fucked (fucked) up (up)
Guess what?
The motherfuckin' real thugs is in this motherfucker now
(Chorus) 4X
Always, always, what am I?, what am I?
A thug always, -ways, -ways
Uh-huh, uh-huh
(Krayzie)
Niggas look out
And we in the motherfucker house
We in here now
It's going down steepin' through the crowd
Sippin' on Henny we get wild
Niggas lookin' fool
If he even move and step like he hatin', knock him out
And then keep stompin' his head in the ground
And drag him out onto the dance floor
Tell him what to stand for
Now when they came they had they pants on
We beat bitches up out their britches
Lets show 'em how to tear up a club
When they be fuckin' with the thugs
Nigga, we come to party
But I'll fuck up somebody
But y'all ain't feelin' me
Is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all
?
If y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags
Then you should meet us, see how fast we slash your ass
You wanna rumble?
I'm sick of bein' humble
Give ya everything you come here for so come on, ho
Sawed Off Slim, it don't matter
I got somethin' for him and him
And then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win
Fuck your friends
Everybody talk that shit, nigga
Oh, yeah I know it
But who gonna show it, and who the ho is?
I bet a million bucks it's not us
Yeah, we might not get everybody
Somebody gonna get fucked (fucked) up (up)
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