my money alright (Die) You want the hook-up? Check this out little I live like stock market nigga buy low, sell high Supply and demand, nigga if supply low
(its that Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone..) ..after one toke they want some more, they cant let go. -Wish Bone- Still get it on the low, (on the low), if its
your chest pump blood And takin' too long, better drop it on down Or ya catchin' two to the head Shoulda gave 'em up, bitch, to the Mo Thug lunatic
swang) Down for my thang (Down for my thang) Finna blow to tha brain Though you could hang When I swang them things Thats insane Stay low (So low) Dem
we got the juice We keep 'em in a frenzy fiendin' for more On the Thug Line with F.B.G., 7th Sign And Mo' Thug once again we about to blow We about to
homicide Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by Boogie Nikke's on a night ride Thuggin' through my thuggish ass hood at night with my pipe Thuggin down
up to all Them real ass niggas out there feelin' this thug shit And fuck all y'all player hatin' ass Clonin' ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass
. Mo! Hart: Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks of lead, and (Clair thugs) gaugin' pump eruptions, nickel trip and shut and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down
, Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out Mo and mo cash for everyone in the room Every
Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out Mo and mo cash for everyone in the room Every
wrote the scriptures, yall better protect your soul/ now the bone is finally focused, pay attention to real talkin/ 7 sign mo thug, thug line still shinin
to youngstown ohio So fuck these rhymes Let me stick my dick in your ear, And fuck with your mind Nigga Chorus Verse 3: [big mike] Niggas betray themselves as low key, Broken down
think So get back home, said I don't won't no mo' She said so, I said no Baby, I'm gone off too much 'dro pop that pill And I pop 2 mo', now I'm really
toes Back dat ass up and down and get low 3, 6, 9 standing real fine move it to you suck it to me one mo' time Get low, get low, get low, get low To
and fine, you can sell me I'm glad folks think the same way as I do 'Cause I stab bitches way down in the Bayou Would you make way for two mo' Fo' blows
Too much drama in the streets of the Oak Niggaz will tell you what they want you to hear Not what you should know Instead of sellin' mo' cream, niggaz is sellin' mo
make a buck I had to sell 'nuff drugs Showed up an rolled up, bubbled tough thugs that love to bust slugs I had much love from dope fiends plug 'em wit mo
You lay down low for hoes Get that mat out your nose You heard the same story told From beginnin to old I give a fuck no mo', bitch 'bout the cheese