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(Chorus) Try me if you feelin' lucky And you think you wanna fuck with me, come on (Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline....) Try me every action's guaranteed (Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline) (Krayzie) Load up your shit and get in the car (Come on, come on, come on) I'm down to ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs And these hoes who claim they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin' anything And tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid I'm tellin' 'em, that's the wrong way! Can't say you thug and then be fake Nigga, that's the point I'm tryin' state in this case But niggas ain't feelin' me, though So yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up Heard you woofin' yeah we heard em', let us see them nuts And then if he really jump, more power to ya But no matter how it go, nigga we still gon' be bringin' it thug style to ya, buckin' Boo-yah! Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun Because they know when it's static Letras de cancionesWe gon' handle it however it come And nigga whoever it's from sure ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with If they human, then they ain't shit we can't control And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe nigga ya die Never fear no man No matter the size the bigger, the harder they fall Got somethin' for all of y'all, especially ??? Tech'll chop him up, now he ain't half the man he thought he was I bet these niggas think they rappin' so they actin' So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at ya, exactly at ya (Chorus) (Krayzie) Roll through my city I see niggas watchin' Probably plottin', schemin' to rob me, take all the money And dump my bloody body I'm sorry not me I stay alarmed and be alert Whether you're goin' to play or work Make sure you got you pistol first, be ready to burst Hesitation could bring up a fucked up situation like you leavin' in the body bag Zipped up, slip up that body tag So if you spot him, blast Better him than you, huh? I'm tellin' you now that me and my thugs Can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk So, what's the bullshit? We got some shit you can't fuck with And nigga that be this muthafuckin' thug shit We love this, probably gon' die because of it Fuck it! I ain't worried about dyin' right now My money's what's important Hey we livin' to die anyway no matter if it's now or later You gon' rest in peace it don't get no greater Kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go pick up a rifle Time to fight for what we right for See who really like war, yeah I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it I can't afford to roll with bustas 'cause I'm really tryin' win it (I'm really tryin' to win it) We fightin' to be victorious (victorious) Witness the story of (the story of) this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior (warrior) If you hear any nigga move shoot Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you So soldier, pick up you boots and move Runnin' for cover 'cause if they buck ya it's over Just like I told ya, you can die Soldier, you can die, soldier (Chorus til fade) From Letras Mania