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  • Tha Crossroads
  • 1st of tha Month
  • Thuggish Ruggish Bone
  • Weed Song
  • Mo' Murda
  • East 1999
  • Eternal
  • Look Into My Eyes
  • Budsmokers Only
  • Buddah Lovaz
  • I Tried
  • Me Killa
  • Mr. Bill Collector
  • Crept and We Came
  • Land of tha Heartless
  • Ecstasy
  • Down '71 (The Getaway)
  • Blaze It
  • Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
  • Mr. Ouija 2
  • Foe Tha Love of $
  • Die Die Die
  • Shotz to Tha Double Glock
  • No Surrender
  • No Shorts, No Losses
  • Da Introduction
  • Thug Luv
  • If I Could Teach the World
  • Home
  • Money, Money
  • Wind Blow
  • Ghetto Cowboy
  • Down foe My Thang
  • Intro
  • Creepin on ah Come Up
  • 9mm
  • Crossroad
  • 1st of Tha Month (K&D Session)
  • Change the World
  • Candy Paint
  • Body Rott
  • Days of Our Livez
  • Notorious Thugs
  • Gun Blast
  • Shoot 'EM Up
  • Get Cha Thug On
  • I Tried (feat. Akon)
  • Breakdown
  • Bone, Bone, Bone
  • Handle the Vibe

Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Twelve gauges bust up in ya, playa haters we be quick to pin ya
You know we know, you don't wanna roll
Cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya, oh yeah

Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to let you know
When you see me runnin' rollin' with them big shotguns,
And we deep when we creep, never sleepin'
And we droppin' them whamies on fools who wanna get dumb and numb
Now, that you know like that
These niggas come around, they don't know how to act
In fact, I'm at the track in the back
With a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' weed and up to no good
Red Dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that
Bang or slang, now bail on over to your thugs
So me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade
We straight, get high, so high,
That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like parlay, parlay
Like everyday, don't think I don't pin playa hation
But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
.357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
These niggas wanna take my health and wealth
Check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win
You took it to the head with a fifth of Hen
Now we in a red 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
Drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock
Bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real
Who's stronger when I put it on ya, on ya, all playa haters goners

Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
Niggas they get it then pissed off
And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
We got something to put you back into your truck quick
Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat
Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit
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