| Lyrics: | Krayzie:
Ain't nothin' changed everyday. Ain't nothin' changed.
It's an everyday thang
when you hear the bucks bang.
Mo Thugs is all you claim, stay thug up in this game and remain
the
same.
So follow me, now see [now see] off to the double-glock and hear
pistols
poppin', buckin' them bodies with shots, and a come
up, a come up, a come up.
Everybody
get up, get down.
Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the grip. Gotta
have
another bill, y'all. Dog, I need all my change.
Soon as creep up, I'm pullin' my people up
outta the bullshit. That's
why we choose this thugsta music. You just move it.
Don't abuse
it, do it oh so lovely. Gotta get, gotta get, get money
[mo' money]. Thuggin' forever we
keepin' it real, and I'm
ready to show when they let niggas roll with Mo Thug. Hit the shit,
then we roll with murder, we told ya. Rollin', blowin' indo,
we go, niggas doubted we are
trues, yeah. Ready to bust on anything.
Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up. Nobody move, won't
nobody get hurt.
Break it down.
Killa, Me killa, killa . . .
Layzie:
I'm
wonderin' really how many more niggas I'll see in a coffin, before
it's my time. I'm the kind
right here to take losses, not a
dime. Everyday it's the same, and I gotta mine to the grind.
My mental
be stressed on my pistol, my only untensil for cheddar.
It's on the level--war.
Whatever my mind is my church and my kids or
my pleasure. Would ya like to come parlay with Lay
all
through my hood? Sit back, everything gon' be all good. Niggas ridin'
real, knock on
wood, goin' against the grain. It's all the
same. It's all the same. Smokin' on a lot more |
