Smilin' In Your Face
(Indisponível)
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They smile in our face yet they playa hate, but it takes a Hustla/ They're sad, they're sad, they're sad, they're so sad
Boogy Nikke
I puttin' the pressure on all of the bitches, them snitches/ No riches/ No love for Mo! Thug/ Nigga what, what? It takes a Hustla, motherfucker/ Put in a script and runnin' the business/ Watch my eyes, you punk, motherfuckin' nigga/ When it's a nigga flippin' the script and ready to pull the trigger, also, don't give a fuck/ If ain't rollin' with Mo! Thug/ We on top now, a nigga like Boogy Nikke gon' always be here/ I've been there, but differences is I kept it real, I always will/ I let my nuts hang like a mack, word is bond/ I didn't do if I said I didn't do it, motherfucker/ Check my eye' they never lie; I'm ready to spy inside your heart/ I knew it's hate from the start, you know who you are/ You grab your click click, bang, swang them thangs, it really don't matter/ You doin' a rain check, nigga; Two-for-two on stretchers (Boo-yah) This humbleness will fool ya (Fool ya!) not lettin' me do ya, do ya in for them sizin' up your box, put in a shock/ I knowin' that you was a punk-ass bitch, and all bitches ain't women, nigga.
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It's the message Poetic is bringin' (Punk motherfucker) It's the message Poetic is bringin' (Bitch-ass nigga, uh-huh) It's the message Poetic is bringin'/ It's the message Poetic is bringin'/ Mo! Thug is what we screamin'
Tony Tone
I came on the scene with this Hustla clique so I take my peace to heart/ Been down from day one, didn't run, whether or not they fell off 'bout screamin' it really kills me when suckas lie/ I seen it in your eyes, want in the business, despite you fake yet you try/ For Tony Tone runnin' with Bone, the Hustla three deep/ I never sleep/ Thank You Lord, to let us be/ Keepin' us safe on these streets 'cause strugglin' wasn't all the bad with brothers that I never had/ Our dreams were sighted in God's/ I fight it, united we stand, we are so tall/ We ready to brawl by testin' them balls, niggas be talkin' that shit, that's why we don't like fuckin' with y'all/ You wonder why, but I see inside/ On the side, I'm just a nigga you despise/ You must wanna die right now/ Let's put 'em on the pave, now/ Lay 'em in grave, 'cause they just wanna keep us down/ Fakin' playa hatin' and smilin' in our face and fuckin' with a nigga 'cause I'm just an average paper chaser
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Mo' Hart
Up in my mind's another world, I watched 'em serve, seldom is heard/ Watch what I see, pay close attention around me/ Never rely on the one to intentionally clown me/ Never speak evil when spoken to, my mind is so clear my thoughts will ride through to you/ Call it sixth sense, call it intuition/ My visions that I see are premonitions/ Here I am stuck in this dead ass dimension of things to come, searchin' the past, lookin' for clues; The choice is obvious/ What next to do? Try to scream and holler/ It's all so useless, paths of destruction is what they chose/ Eyes closed/ Here I am, standin' in front of your face (In front of your face) Nigga, what you gotta say? Look at you, motherfucker; You're a disgrace
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It's the message Poetic is bringin' (Punk motherfucker) It's the message Poetic is bringin' (Bitch-ass nigga, uh-huh) It's the message Poetic is bringin'/ It's the message Poetic is bringin'/ Mo! Thug is what we screamin'
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