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Krayzie Bone( Anthony Henderson )
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Ride the Thug Line
Lyricist:Vito Colapietro, Neely Dinkins, Terry Gray, Keith Griffin, Anthony Henderson, Noah R Porter, Andre Taylor
Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Wake up in the mornin', glorious to see Then I hit the streets knowin' that I got beef So since I got beef, it make sense to pack the heat Ain't no debate be discreet publicly
Yeah, I'm a rider call me RKC Ambassador, diplomat, officially Ride with my team, the Thug line regime Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me Food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah an' tryin' to be sneaky Askin' everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me On my pager to beep me an' I sense they negative energy Feelin' like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me
Don't matter where you go, it's psycho, my flight flown To the bottoms in Miami, got off the plane like Rhinos Sweaty in this humidity, high My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin' tonight
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line
All night long, we ain't goin' to sleep Beat these motherfuckin' streets with heats an' break beats Make my way through the door, four rounds bar, man My niggaz on one, he snuck a 'Oh, we can' in
The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin' Hey, DJ, you workin' with that equipment Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin' one Ladies in abundance, nigga, seven to one
Backless straps, tattoos, holdin' some Hennessey I got my partne,r Krayzie Bone, there go one for me I broke from the camp post tellin' baby this an' that She told me about herself, she want to model an' act
I'm seein' other eyes, but I'm tryin' to lock this Who could really blame me about those ass an' hips? She say she got some folks, Young Dre, what the deal? Let's cut this night short, take them back up the hill
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All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
I get's a rush, thinkin' 'bout the fools that we crush An' my little locs is down to bust an' makin' a fuss All up in my pockets, they gangsta hatin' on us First round that we [Incomprehensible]now we addin' a plus
Live just to die, know you know it's a must Silly niggaz tellin' lies, my fo' five make 'em hush Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin' Y'all reppin', just steppin', I'm only playin' to win
Got a pocket full of plenty, niggaz splurgin' on drink Thirty dollars in the tank, a nigga reakin' of dank Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin' in work Can't understand a command niggaz, patrollin' the turf
Gotta get it while the water's hot an' fill up your pot Hit the block with a rock, with these make 'em shot I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop An' I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah All day, keep it real, keep it real, keep it real An' all night, yeah, yeah, yeah
Thug line, Thug line, come ride the Thug line
You might not recognize my flow 'coz it's me bustin' at first 'Coz I can put styles inside my verses, motherfuckers ain't heard yet But I won't battle MCs, but we do handle beef with these Competition to me means an enemy
Ask some of these niggaz past, nothin' but snakes in the grass Talkin' 'bout we bit, they mad 'coz they career was a fag You might been have rappin', doin' it Twistin' but that bullshit you're stressin' Knowin' exactly when you're fresh, niggaz know when niggaz wreck shit
Platinum? That ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen Nigga, that's because I'm real with this thug music We mash an' wild in 2000, nigga, no remorse What we be givin'? Heat from the kitchen when fuckin' with this shit
Get with the line, Thug line, the line Creepin' on, ah, come up, you know what? This time around, it's on when we blow up Fakers, hate ya, later, y'all all die, nigga, they all die They die, they die
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