Faces Of Death

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Faces Of Death Album

4.Pimps, Thugs, Hustlaz, &gangstaz

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better
get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a
gansta, let your gun smoke.

Krayzie:
Took a trip out to texas and i find real niggas, remind me of
mine. a nigga can vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas.
hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta give 'em some love, so now
you're
In' with the big pimps and the thugs. you get up too close and
we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause i know
these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with
the rea
Niggas in the town. now look who's in the suave house, yes it's
truly-yours, mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for
war, a natural soldier boy, ready to move out, nigga, ready to
get
The shoot out. in the meanwhile, i still gotta make me some
money to get by. yeah, i thought to connect, and hooked up with
mjg, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a thing
to me.
Ry to run up and i'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who
shot that pump, 'cause i'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the
pave, and hey, that nigga that did it was wearin' a leather
face,
Ot to be played with. whateve
R you claim, you better get paid. shit.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better
get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a
gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Mjg:
Who be i? the nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the
size of the bank that he hold. natural born mind control. false
niggas' gang blown away. it makes you wonder why niggas be
hatin'. t
Ealous, they fellas be lookin' to take you under. it seems like
the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin' for ways
to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. i'm settin' up traps
for
Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell 'em to bring
it on, i comes the hardest.

Mjg, pimp, runnin' with bone, dividin?the throne. regardless of
niggas who stand in my path, i'm bringin' it on. recitin' the
lyrical gift, the shit that give me the bitches, the money, the
cars
Do you know when you're goin' too far? the further you get, the
further you are. shit, i breaks in half crook niggas. don't make
me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one's th
? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know
that the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you
fast. you're thinkin' i'm slippin', i'm grippin' the tech. look
at
Bullets, they rippin' his vest open, puttin' a hole in his
chest. in piece is that nigga decide to rest. i'm leavin' you
grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that i got is the shit
that i'm
. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen,
smokin' the bud.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better
get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a
gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Layzie:
Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again,
pinned that they couldn't win. ken took it to the head with a
fifth of hen now i'm in the wind, 500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod
j came t
H with the mack-10. wish trippin' when i pulled out the glock.
you know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop, comin'
with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. everybody i know
out l
' for a come up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive
a thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime i try
him from my wordly grudge. what? nigga wel bust till the point
of
Eturn, i'm out here swangin', paper chasin'. erasin' my poverty
and i gotsta be that soldier claimin' mo! even though it get
hectic, respect it. nigga, knock my struggle, uh-oh, they'll
gets mor
Os and i won't stop till i piece this puzzle.

I'm a go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road
to be real, give 'em a deal, train 'em to kill, haters meet and
my soldiers in a battle field. we marchin', ready for war, fuck
the
They ain't on our side. hell yeah, we can meet up at the
district. i'm bringin' it to you, ready to die. see, i am so
sick of oppression, shit ain't changed, little lay still
stressin'. no ques
Clutchin' there no more weapon, 'cause the po po wanna sweat my
blessings and uh, youl probably feelin?the sense of some
danger, but i'm bringin' the sense of an angel to the table.
watch me
T down for mo, and them suave house niggas. so, willin?and ready
to make a few dollars and split a few wigs . if that's what it
is, you better be mindin' your business, or be beggin'
forgiveness
Know all i'm sayin?is, just don't fuck with me, man.

Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you better
get ready for war. if you a hustla make your dough. if you a
gangsta, let your gun smoke.

Eightball:
Yeah ... bone thugs. mo thugs. eightball, the fat mack, and
mj-fuckin'-g. the realest niggas alive, yeah. thuggin', pimpin',
bitch, this shit don't stop. you know what i'm talkin' 'bout?
all ove
Muthafuckin' world and back again, bitch. space-age forever.