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Two foe tha war, niggaz die foe that infantry
If I lay me to sleep, I'd die foe that SCT
Mo Murda's jumpin on that Clair side, foe that night (rumors and war)
Just fuck wit them soldiaz
(repeat)

Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha just slipped up on'a my finger tips, now anotha nigga
dead, 'cause tha speak foe
itself, it must not be said, tha had me in tha red, but I be damned if tha mud is bud, it's thug,
yeah. warriors and
rebels we fuckin slug, yeah. Don't dig in, util we get tha snitches that's tha playaz, neva no
tombstone was that slaya,
ass niggaz, we comin to lay ya. Don't think no one can ya, tha Yard's ready to grave ya, snap.
Ripple, den I his
ass, tha who ins concerned, tha lesson to be learned. You get burned, to a clean and you
earn, and you wit
cheese, but I'm sick and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. I'm sick and tired ah ya nigga shit,
and war, just cannot
fuck wit dem

Put'em all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them them box, this chamber, wit my glock
cop danger, hustla, just
give it on up to tha guage that Shifta, that soldia, gon' stoke ya, just a doin homocide and
murda, that's tha way Mo Thugs gon' serve ya. You takin that buck, and that trunk, I'm sendin
that body to hades. I'm slangin mo' slugs, round Mo Thug, bitch, 'cause them crazy. Insane, see,
it's nigga when I'm havin that chronic. Stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, them
soldiaz live day

Hello hello, infantry. Hello hello,
can't fuck wit tha SCT's, you nigga can't fuck wit tha SCT's
This clique too mothafuckin strong, this too mothafuckin strong
My niggaz be thuggin all year long. My niggaz be all year long
(repeat)

Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em into forces, deform'em, then
distortin, set ah up foe
tha slaughter. We get allegiance, keep confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to and dodge, don't
ever wanna bade
casualty. So I stop, take a breath on tha guage, 'cause ah be damned if I go back in that cave,
pump'em all, put ah on
my thug, gotta put them coppaz on off in that grave. And it's too late, I can't be saved. I tried
to pray, so is the
way, deep in hell is where I'll stay. I saw four torchures, on them mo's and stompin soldiaz,
infantry in, den we
come to destroy ya, ya into a trap, and snap that back. So ya betta be equipped and pack that
gat, slack, them
skoes, them crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt, now I'm runnin it

We are Mo thug, we are Mo
Mighty mighty warriors, mighty mighty
Guages loaded, loaded
bound soldiaz, ghetto bound soldiaz
(repeat)

Credit them bouncin tha top, and I'm chin up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down to
them SCT's, pullin drinkaz on bitches stay down foe double clop it kill ya. Murda foe tha
money, seven I'm mo red rum, wet'em in ah battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck shot
blows, you choose, wit ah 44 and it was laughin at you.
in tha mash, foe safety,
betch you this race on this, 180's dead and gone, through
this punk thug town, tha
bullets, get ya down, what tha fuck, wanna test Flesh Bone.
Get'em all bow down grab it,
givin up fort, yeah crazed to tha (wasteland, wasteland,
wasteland). You see dis so
tha peepa keep peepin tha creep up and make it, man. And if
you claim that you contain,
stay foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, neva leave a ah Mo Thug
ass niggaz, stay to tha shit, let
us ran on crome. Decapitator, playa hata, pap pap in it life
and I'm rollin. Always
souljah boys be pimpin two glocks foe tha war, back,
and bitches be fold it,
foldin, you