(relay) Thugline Lyrics

(relay) Thugline lyrics

Krayzie: 

Still be thuggin' with 

the thugs, thugs, with the thugs. 

[Pump your fists and scream Mo! 

All my niggas with the Thugline, Thugline.] 

Ain't a damn thing changed, 

damn thing changed, changed. 

[Pump your fists and scream Mo! 

All my niggas with the Thugline, Thugline.] 

And if you niggas wanna get some, 

get some. Count me down for your thing. 


Muthaf**k y'all niggas hatin' on me, hatin' on me. 

No no, got the green, but I been swolled out, so f**k 

them crooked, 

crackhead po-pos. Kickin' down doors on our goals, 

don't forget them (?). Keep business to myself, 

'cause it's best if no one 

knows. I trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas 

either. Try to take my weed, I got more power than 

She-Ra. Dirty South 

diva, I rise like Mya. My high starts comin' down, I 

smoke some more and I get higher. La, la, la--that be 

this weed and this 

that fire. Gotcha makin' news, 'cause I'm live like 

a wire. I never share a thai, ya keep passin' me them 

thangs. Just get 'em 

with that heat to they mouth like some wings. 

Straight out Decatur, (?) some cheese and f**k the 

fame. Straight out Decatur, 

you got drama? You know my name. Now close your 

eyes and listen to (?) rhyme. You got five, I got 

five. Let's go get a 

dime. 


A-T-L, I got to do somethin' to get my point heard. 

I put my pen down, and let the folks hear my words. 

Don't call me no 

joker. Don't call me a nerd, 'cause I be goin' 

deeper than the others you heard. 'Cause this ain't 

in your head, bumpin' in your 

head knockin'. I keep the brothers jockin', even 

though they guns be knockin'. Gotta block it, throw 

my hands up and we're 

(?) up a brawl. Talkin' all that nonsense, not 

bein' heard by me at all. Niggas in y'all drawers, I 

rise but my name's not Mya, 

and I's a tight female. Don't need smoke to get you 

higher. I'm beg ya for attention, well I beg to 

differ. They nervous when 

I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer. I plot by 

myself, my thoughts are dangerous. You gotta be 

lyrically tight if you wanna hang 

with us. Can't sit on my ass, when I know I must be 

heard. My pen's been put down and now my mouth has 

been heard. 

Nigga . . 

. 


Krayzie: 

So you can go bring anything you want to. We do do 

this however whenever you want to, or we can act the 

fool if that's what 

you want do, 'cause real 

niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline. 

['Cause if you want 

it, you know I got it.] 

So you can bring anything you want to. We do do 

this however whenever you want to, or we can act the 

fool if that's what 

you want do, 'cause real 

niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline. 

['Cause if you want 

it, you know I got it.] 


Yeah, Little Miss Mama Passion steppin' at ya niggas. 

I know how to react and be the one who peepin' out 
 

them playa haters 

in the back. And I'm attackin', saggin', yes and I'm 

relaxin' when I'm high. Krayzie Bone and Relay done 

hooked up this shit, 

'cause my, my, my, Relay is comin' round the corner. 

Better run for cover, or you're gonna be goner. I 

told you nigga. We 

doin' this sh*t to get richer quicker, not 

pullin' triggers, hypnotizin' niggas like--rest in 

peace--Notorious BIG, nigga. 


Tell me blow out any rapper and in a heartbeat I 

would, snappin' the baddest when I rhyme, and Relay up 

to no good. In fact, 

you should value this beat. And in this rap game it 

seems ain't no other four, because we straight out 

bust out the scene straight 

out Decatur way, it's greater, and it can't get no 

better, unless you headed through downtown Atlanta to 

go make some 

chedder. In every way and everyday, you hear these 

girls bust a rap, or rhyme, or flow, or just whatever 

you may call, we gon' 

snap, 

snap. 


Cleveland and A-T-L, done hooked up. This sh*t is 

buck, so nigga, what? Krayzie gotta bust, Krayzie 

gotta bust, Krayzie 

gotta bust, 

Krayzie gotta bust. 


Krayzie: 

Now you know we can get high [high, high], so high 

[so high]--that's my thang. Mr. Sawed-Off 

Leatherface--the name. Thug 

is what I claim. Stayin' away from all these 

lames, and these playa haters steady inflictin' 

pressure on the brain. But my 

mentality can't be faded--I play it so f**kin' 

smooth. I got my mind just like chess, and I 

concentrate on every move. And 

every move that they broke, we break 'em. Believe 

me, that's why so many niggas fall off for flossin' 

and goin' against they 

boss, man. Too many chiefs and no Indians. So when 

I roll, I'm mostly solo, and I know that fo'-fo' stay 

mighty close. Just 

touch on my door, ho--you'll be greeted by heaters, 

millimeters. Pop, pop, pop, pop. Mo Thug mothership 

presents: Thugline 

niggas, Bone thugs-n-harmony, still live niggas, and 

I got my troopers suited and ready. Relay, up in this 

muthaf**ka marchin', 

marchin', marchin', marchin, bombin' on bit*hes. 

People be sayin', and if you think we playin, run up 

and take your chance to 

die--it's in your hands. Blow for blow, we let these 

muthaf**kas know. They know--whether they male or 

female, I don't roll 

with no 

ho. 


So you can go bring anything you want to. We do do 

this however whenever you want to, or we can act the 

fool if that's what 

you want do, 'cause real 

niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline. 

['Cause if you want 

it, you know I got it.] 

So you can bring anything you want to. We do do 

this however whenever you want to, or we can act the 

fool if that's what 

you want do, 'cause real 

niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline. 

['Cause if you want 

it, you know I got it.]