A Thugga' Level

Big ballin bitch like Boss come through 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, most of 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 motherfuckas 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 weson 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 owners Rollin' like big, Thugline nothin' but runners Trouble Boss, a double cross A nigga named Krray they good as dead From the be-o-double, doin double time And these tricks comin' up to bread [Chorus: repeat 2x] We on some thugga shit We on some other shit that you ain't fuckin 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 motherfucka creepin up from behind ya Bet ya didn't think that I'd find ya, huh? With a nine or pump (pump, pump, pump) your shit'll be fucked And I ain't even popped the goddamn trunk (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! Fuckin 'em up, scream "fuck the world" while I cuff my nuts Real niggaz don't lie, hit 'em in the mind, everytime goddamn we live Send 'em to the graveyard, who gonna save y'all? Matter of fact motherfucka who paid y'all You runnnin up on them niggaz you know gonna bust back? Take no more shorts fuck that (fuck that) Pistol control, we roll streets of the 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 motherfuckin real niggaz Thrill niggaz, we'll kill niggaz if they want to kill me Still runnin with the AK-47 ain't shit changed Still got the same artilary Bust at them bastards (bastard) Me and Boss steady breakin it off in they asses (in they ass) want to see me get glasses (glass) Cause I be all in your face but you walk right past me (past me) But that let a niggaz know they don't really want to swang them thangs Fuckin wit them thugs, the thugs... nigga the thugs, what? [Chorus: x2] Bare witness to Mrs. Gangsta We're gun-toaters, blunt smokers, big bank folders, and high rollers Quick to burn off into toaster for fun, this bitch Judges want to post 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 motherfuckin piper pay the bitch You motherfuckas feelin to feel it Thugline put it down keepin it the real it And I ain't really trippin of these niggaz They say they gonna get me yet they miss me (What?) Cause I've been here niggaz thuggin Waitin for you motherfuckas to come bring it to me Fuck waitin I'ma mingle with it The nine millimeter and plenty more haters If any more niggaz roll up put the cut I'm fuckin 'em up When I hit 'em with the pump don't duck you gonna die Fuck 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 [Chorus]