• • • • You're feelin'

the strength of the rump

Step up, hear the funk

get a jump

that bit justice feel

Just be thuggin'

straight buzzin'

lovin' your peoples

'cause we're so real

Chill, better bring

your rappin'

steppin' and bring out

that ammunition

Trippin', no sips

Not to mention

never knew

no competition

but I gotta get mine

so scream out, more

and let me

hear ya, holler

Not about that

mighty dollar

Roll with the bone, mo'

thugs will follow

Taggin', remainin'

the same

Flamin' my dank

and drinkin' brew

Thinkin' about

that hangin'

Coverin' my back

it's nothin' but

true schools

• • • • Get ready for

the bone in the motor

Busters, you know me

as a hustler

Try to creep

and get beat

maybe succeed, peep

gotta put your mind, ah

Straight jackets

Gonna make that

money, man

'cause I feel

the same now

Ballin' in my

black trench vest

You gotta be

down to bang, bang

Come and get

this teachin'

Ya soldiers hot doggin'

this Mustang

Me drinkin' my brew

'til my skull crack

wig blew all

the way back

• • • • Now follow

me now, well, stroll

'nough people

in the land

but peep if you can

take another swig

to the brain

Lockin' 'cause

you're chokin'

off that potent smoke

and runnin' from

the po po now

Give it up now

with my thugsters

before he turns to

another glock

Pull to the curb

smoke with my hustlers

Puff, puff

to the brain shot

Love POD'ed

and tweeded

gotta get another case

from my trunk

Old English

really don't need it

but in case my trues

wanna get drunk

They pump bone

so leave 'em alone

You don't wanna

get shut down

Thug runnin'

the nine quad

and you better believe

they be wantin'

this thug style

So what now

See the bone thug claim

thug never gonna change

so flame up

Sit back and just

smoke the same cut

Leather face on

the creep, I came up

• • • • Gotta give it on up

to the glock, glock

Pop pop, better drop

when them

buckshot blow

The bone in me

never no how

so no creepin' up

outta the ziplock

So sin, sip gin

and lil' mo' heart

run up, nut up

and flip in

then slip in, they clip in

Mistakin' the

bloody victims

Ever if ya test nuts

to the chest and

put 'em to rest and

but I won't

test bucks, put a

hole up into me vest

and gotta get

through my soul

but they won't budge

Mud, drug me victim

The blood in me

runnin' my mental

The thug in me

stuck in me

Keepin' it simple

the bone in me

runnin' with thugs so

to the temple

Buck when you duck

to the thuggish

ruggish G's

St Claire P's

to appeal to the G's

and a buck to

all of my enemies