From the 99 - Layzie Bone

We them thugstas from the 9−9

Got game, do thangs, big thangs (it's them thugs, it’s them thugs)

We them thugstas from the 9−9

Nigga I’m «The Answer» like A.I., and «The Truth» like T-Mac

It’s Little Layzie Bone puttin my city on the map

Got more game than a motherfuckin referee

That be the shit, motherfucker you wanna step to me

Niggas that wants to test that nigga Lay' Bone, call up Kray' Bone

Flesh Bone, Wish Bone, niggas be gettin +Bizzy+ on

Any nigga think they ready to fuck with the Thugs

You catch a slug fuckin with us, nigga you know we gets 'em up

It’s the certified platinum playas pimpin through your city

Got niggas lookin with envy cause they bitches wanna get with me

We the worldwide ballers now, and everywhere I go

I keep my heat right by my side, in case y’all ain’t know

Now Dre Ghost reppin from L.A. to Cleveland, city to fuck with L. B

And we migrated to grimy down to the A-T-L, feel me?

And we stay thuggin in the streets to make our ends meet

By all means necessary we’ve got to put it down

So lace your boots up now if you’re thuggin with us

Definition to the streets;

in thugs we trust

It’s a must that we bust, that means shit is fucked up

But we gots to handle it, dismantle it, and that’s for them and not us

You won’t see what I’m sayin, you need to read between the lines

Think about dangerous minds, true thugs don’t die

We’ll multiply in size, through harmony it was taught

Off St. Clair and 99, perfect timin was brought

They tell me y’all be slitherin, better stay away from them bitter men

Cause niggas’ll catch you slippin and leave you stankin like a chit-lin

Hoes and they gang guys thinkin everythang perfect

Better come clean like detergent and get that like a surgeon

I ain’t talkin about Dr. Dre, the Dre that’s a Ghost

The one you see with mighty Mo Thug, that be thuggin the most

Coast to coast, Cleveland to Cali, Chuck Taylor and Bally’s

And I ain’t tryin to form a committee, I’m keepin it alley

With my dopeman, in Hollis

In my six-tre Impala, with a Benzo to follow

Swallow baby, holler baby, if you all about the dollar baby

We just so polished baby, Mo Thug niggas live and crazy

Oooh yes, it’s Thugs

It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs…

It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs…

It’s them thugs, it’s them thugs