| It's all Mo Thug, It's all Mo, Mo Thug (2x) flesh Oh well, if ya snooze ya loose Stop bringin that pistol and fetch ya, Shoot it and catch ya, shit, pap, Stay packin that gat in yo lap away So if ya can't roll strapped Now how about that Dat pistol go tap at niggas who Go fuckin wit one of my own No no, wrong, Any place where my chrome Left devils at they home Double bang, execution, we mo murda, stupid trick You bitch that asked me We don't play wit me game that be remainin mine and little man ran To disater, wish I asked him And I popped up and capped him And Eazy is where we began But I blessed him in the master plan Niggaz thugin off in the Claire It's still the pen Can't fuck wit these Cleveland Claire playas So as long as ya betta be workin Cause the Bone and Mo Thug on this mission Listen, betta pray everyday Cross us on the way hoe (Krayzie) Ohhhh, oh, oh I just wanna seperate from the presious, baby Or maybe, I was meant to live my life caught up in this world of games And God's name I pray The devil, he be bringin me down I can feel him cause he pullin me now, Iv'e been blessed wit an incredable style When there's pushin, it's just try to seperate and to break this all down, Now ain't that foul, So I asked the Lord to help me "Lord, why does this life overwhealm me?" When we livin in hell, But we chill most every day like we in heaven Oh well, But time will tell, Singin, "This is for the ringin of the bell, the bell, the bell." But it be hard to maintain and ... |
