Mo Thugs Low Down Lyrics

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low down, low down, low down
yeah(yeah)yeah(yeah)
krayzie bone up in this m_________er
My m____fuckin n____(my m____fuckin n____)
Soulja boy, bout to shut you hoes down
You know what it is, Mo' Thug clique rollin to d___ thick
What you hoes wanna do? die(die)die(die)
what it is n____ (what it is) what it is...We

(hook)
low down, low down dirty shame, n____s actin strange
catch a clip to tha f___in brain x2

[soulja boy]
Soulja boy, up in this m________a,
so point out the b____ made suckas,
who think they got enough heat to rush us.
i'ma dust ya a__ off in the blink of an eye,
you n____s gotta die, don't ask me why,
but still I try with the vibe
that i be gettin make y'all wanna get in ya s___
down to the f___in racket
you hoes wanna find me, my n____ layzie bone
wit pine trees, like light see
ain't no comin back, gimme some of that, good s___ you smokin
got me geeked up, heat it up, heat it up,
straight up and i'm hopin
that all y'all bustas got time to play,
my n____s, who stoned, krayzie bone
movin around your way, (your way)

(hook x2)

[krayzie]
We banged your brain, put em in a coffin
and dats where they lay, n____ wanna roll wit bone get chromed,
put em in a river now that's how we play.
Murderin the mniggas is startin to arouse me
hollow points all in your body,
n____ fittin to bless your soul
wit a 12 gauge mossberg leavin you stiff and cold.
What'cha gonna do, when the m____fuckin
? come for you?
ya snooze, ya lose,ya catch this uzi,
n____ betta shoot tha po-po too, and we do
runnin wit a n____ wit his finger on the trigga
when i catch em i fill em wit ammunition
hit em with the bullet, my rhythm, did it get ya,
then miss em, hey,
we down wit wit da swangin, no fakin, we quickin to
f___in you up, oh my
guages and uzis and .357's we load em and
shoot for your head, ya die
n____ they betta not test me, leathaface be
quick to pull out this weapon,
hey, we leavin em headless,
respect them St. Clair players b____

(hook x2)

[soulja boy]
on a mission, I'm swift to empty my clip
ya oughta be fast to run for safety, man
tha souljas bout to rip, ya lit
get hit, i split, witcha s___
aint worried about a n____ tellin me a f___in thing
cuz all these b____es run they lip
cuz i'ma shift, my grip, off into a whole new level

[krayzie]
f___ wit my clique you know you dead wrong
(dead wrong, dead wrong)
rest in peace has seemed to be creepin up on me lately
f___ it, lets all go crazy, see we daily and we ready
my thugsta's love when we buck-buck, put em on the ground,
f___ em, krayzie released them shells,
i say f___ it let's all go to hell,
cuz i got my money, my pistol, my reefer,
never forget my thugs, whuh? Hey, we slay, we spray

[soulja boy]
we pray, everyday,
cuz when i see that you and me just don't mix
so i grab i grip (i grab my grip)
I'ma kill your clique (i'ma kill your clique)
that's the end to this s___.
so don't you ever, in your life, try to test me
standin like rambo with this bullet-proof vest and my knife,
you better respect me and my threats, or i'm killin your wife
your b____ get slap just like wesley
don't test me, don't press me, krayzie bone open up their chest, G.

[soulja boy and krayzie]
yeah n____, yeah boy-hoe a__ n____s
y'all m____fuckas ain't ready for this m____fuckin real thug s___
n____s ain't ready(krayzie bone)we shuttin s___ down
(shut s___ down!) shut s___ down, completly down!
you hoes didn't know? you better recognize
y'all fittin to get stomped n____
wasteland, wasteland, wasteland
hoe a__ n____s, we fit to kill em!
wasteland (repeat till end)