No surrender, no pretender
II Tru my crew come thick
You don't want to see this Mo' Thug clique
Throw blows, bow down hoes
Mo' Thug handle this like pros
Never catch me slippin' muthafucka set up
My trues comin' back uptight and I'm a end mine
Fillin' the air with nothin' but potent ass bud smells
We strapped with Bone hit the deck
On the worst of the wreck
Strapped with the .38 and TEC
Hey man how we love them TEC's
But when we find the muthafuckin' snitch
Head straight for the ditch
Victims say we got a snake to snitch
Goin' to the cut so we can break the bitch
Red on on this blue suit fried
When he died we showed the nigga he could never ride
Or fuck with the souljahs
That glide on the Clair side
Shoulda known not to fuck with the thugs all militant
Hell yeah we chill but we ill to defence of livin'
Still can't help the way we roll
Eveybody's singin' the devil's song along the road
I'm takin' the lives of all them seargents, lieutenants we pin this
How far are you willing to go
When you test us we test nuts boy
Better part the sea and pin the scriptures we read 'em
Gotta get 'em where it hurt
Gotta get their kids first
Now my subject be the envy in me
I'm wantin' your soul to burn in hell
And dwell and tell the past who put you there
Your family was soon to follow
As I complete my intro on your people
God bless the children though
It was business never personal
Better pray to the Lord for your soul
Run away through the tunnel of the light
Boy you better believe it
Your people fin to feel it
When the coffin top drop the box lock shut
Toss 'em in the back of the hearse
And I wish I could watch the cop's crooked body rott
And thugs will all in time
Collect the minds of all the little girls and boys
And pearls to a another dimension
Where really is just us fuck the system
To be fuckin' with the street weak leakin' mind
You know it's cool to be thuggin' on '99
I parlay break bustas and niggas that's on the grind
Niggas tryin' to creep up on ah come up
But I betcha nigga come my way you sprayed
We really do smoke blunts
Hit the copper chop 'em up with the M-11
We the T-H-you-G be fuckin' souljah
Niggas is sure we got the real shit for ya
Never respect 'em ready to blow 'em out ya town now
Come on why'all we take a pow pow
That gauge that gauge we spray they lay they lay
Get up buck and fuck 'em on up
When they pull you to side and they tryin' to put the cuffs on
That's the perfect time to get it pump
Then you reach up in the glove
Hold your breath then get ya buss on
Of the twelve gauge eruption
Now the peelin' is through and we got your pay