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KRAYZIE BONE lyrics : "Ride the Thug Line"

[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [x4]

And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah

[Verse 1]

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)
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 (?) publicly
Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially

Ride with my team, the Thugline regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky

Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me
And I sense they negative energy

Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta %#@! 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
Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight

Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight
Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on


[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [x4]
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah

Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline

[Verse 2]

All night long we ain't goin to sleep
Beat these mother$#&@in streets with heats and break beats
Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man

My ^!$$%z on one, he snuck a (?) can in
The latest edition to some tight %#@! is spinnin
Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment

Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one
Ladies in abundance ^!$$% seven to one
Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey

I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me
I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that
She told me about herself she want to model and act

I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this
Who could really blame me about those $$# and hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?

Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill

[Chorus]

Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline [x2]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [x4]
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah


[Verse 3]
I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush

And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss
All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us
First round that we (?) now we adding a plus

Live just to die know you know it's a must
Silly ^!$$%z tellin lies, 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 ^!$$%z splurgin on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank a ^!$$% reaking of dank

Khaki suit full of dirt from a ^!$$% puttin in work
Can't understand a command ^!$$%z, patrolin to turf
Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot

Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?)
I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop
And I'll be damned if they pull a ^!$$% back on the block


[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [x4]

And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline

[Verse 4]
You might not recognize my flow, cuz it's me bustin at first

Cause I can put styles inside my verses mother$#&@ers ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these
Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em)
Ask some of these ^!$$%z past nothin but snakes in the grass
Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a !@$)

You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bull%#@! you're stressin
Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you ^!$$%z wreck %#@!
Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
^!$$% that's because I'm real with this thug music
We mash and wild in 2000, ^!$$% no remorse

What we be givin?
Heat from the kitchen when $#&@in with this %#@!
Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up
You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em)
Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, ^!$$% they all die

They die, they die

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