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(feat. Souljah Boy, Layzie Bone) [Souljah Boy] Mo... 'Cause we must be, must be Mo Thug (gotta be Mo Thug) I said it must be, must be, yeah Gotta be mighty Mo Thug (gotta mighty Mo Thug) I said it must be, must be, gotta be Gotta be mighty Mo Thug (It's got to be...) I said it must be, must be, yeah Gotta be mighty Mo Thug (It's got to be...yeah) I'm a hit it with the thang y'all Bright, ya'll, leave your lights on I'm headed for the background When I'm runnin' through a touchdown like Mike Prewitt Wonder how we doin' it to prove it? Guess who, and it's this doin' nothin' But the quick pull-ups And you get full of some bullets snitch split Put that ass in ditch, flip, ? You're dead. I'm too swift Lit your block up like Christmas trees, you offendin' me You were no kin to me, you my enemy As a matter of fact, you off key And all I see is R.I.P Letras de cancionesFin to jack those, lookin' for the backdoor Fin to act up, when you got robbed You ain't fast enough Take ten paces back and watch me blast shit up Enough about my section, without directions Got to catch 'em, got to fetch 'em like a dog would do Roof, roof, you oughta be amazed And dazed at all the shit I've been through That's why I pick you to be the listener Bendin' the rules that I be makin' Think they're real, but they're fakin' I'm a killa, cap peeler, the realer Bow down, and I'm about to get with ya Sit back with the guys, smoke a Swisha Motivate and contemplate how I'm a have to go get ya (multiple personality) I'm a keep it on the realer So you can feel the straight up pain (straight up pain) That's with it (that's with it) [Chorus] [Souljah Boy] Now, see me y'all I got much style Souljah Boy in the house with the big mouth Make your chick bow low down Now, who's the girl in my ? Then I roll out, let them know now that Um, you distur-, -turbed in the brain It isn't worth it - to battle me it'll take fists But believe it: we can hurt you Sharp pains to your chest, man, layin' "Oh, you think we're impressed with your thing?" I can see straight through you like water Souljah Boy, Mo Thug be ready for the slaughter (deadly) Little nigga hear the fall out It's gonna cost ya (it's gonna cost ya) In a coffin, and aroused up (gotcha) Tossed up, bust the lead, bring the guns If you're hittin' hard, I be hittin' hard [Chorus] [Layzie] Niggas droppin' like bricks And I'm not to be fucked with Click's so thick, we split you off, ripped Nigga, go in your pockets, and I take your chips Bitch, I flip the script, or straight dip Steady mobbin' to the next spot After we wreck, shot call The line's so long it's to the next block Roll a Lex coupe, so swoop, and Benz drop-top Niggas be starin', tryin' to see what Mo Thug got Picture me rollin', strollin' Nigga with a posse full of platinum players Everywhere it's smoke in the air Nigga cross town on the way to the Clair Even down the way, they smoke a pound a day With my diamonds on the world Comin' through a nigga hood Niggas got sacks, tryin' to kick it, blueback Soldiers, sell me somethin' good Now I'm feelin' alright Do it all night long Kick it to the break of sunlight If it ain't done right, nigga we come hype Sendin' niggas invitations to a gunfight Nigga, bring it on Souljah Boy and Layzie Bone gonna stay lookin' Lovely with about fifty million niggas That'll pump me, bump me 'Cause, nigga, it must be [Chorus] From Letras Mania