8ball - Pimps, Thugz, Hustlaz & Gangstaz lyrics

(Chorus) If you a pimp n***a, pimp them hoes If you a thug, you better get ready for war If you a hustla, make your dough If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke (Krayzie) Took a trip out to Texas and I find real n***as remind me of mine A n***a can vibe, cause y'all some cold a** playa playas Hey, there Mo Thug and we gotsta give 'em some love So now you're dealin' with the big pimps and the thugs You get up too close and we f**in' you up You don't really want that cause I know these ain't no hoes you f**in' with Touched down and got with the realest n***as in the town Now look who's in the Suave House Yes it's truly-yours, Mister Sawed-Off Leatherface A warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy Ready to move out, n***a Ready to get with the shoot out In the meanwhile I still gotta make me some money to get by Yeah I thought to connect, and hooked up with MJG made money Cause all that other sh** don't mean a thing to me But try to run up and I'm leavin' you stunned Nobody will know who shot that punk Cause I'm gonna dump it and run Put him on the pave And hey, that n***a that did it was wearin' a Leather Face And not to be played with Whatever you claim you better get paid sh** (Chorus)x2 If you a pimp n***a, pimp them hoes If you a thug, you better get ready for war If you a hustla, make your dough If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke (MJG) Who be I? The n***a who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes Look at the size of the bank that he hold Natural born mind control False n***as' gang blown away It makes you wonder why n***as be hatin' They jealous, they fellas be lookin' to take you under It seems like the more that we get You come with that sh** Lookin' for ways to drive us insane confusin' our brain I'm settin' up traps for rats who snatch cheese Fly like a trapeze artist Tell 'em to bring it on I comes the hardest MJG, pimp, runnin' with Bone dividin the throne Regardless of n***as who stand in my path I'm bringin' it on Recitin' the lyrical gift The sh** that give me the b**hes, the money, the cars How do you know when you're goin' too far ? The further you get, the further you are sh**, I breaks in half crook n***as Don't make me laugh Now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one's the a** ? Where your b**h at ? Collectin' my cash Now who would've know that the b**h is a hood-rat Increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast You're thinkin' I'm slippin', I'm grippin' the Tech Look at the bullets They rippin' his vest open puttin' a hole in his chest In piece is that n***a decide to rest I'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin' The sh** that I got is the sh** that I'm given Constantly livin' that life of a thug Drinkin' the Hen, smokin' the bud (Chorus)x2 If you a pimp n***a, pimp them hoes If you a thug, you better get ready for war If you a hustla, make your dough If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke (Layzie Bone) Too many fake n***as done tried to contend And then again, pinned that they couldn't win Ken took it to the head with a fifth of Hen now I'm in the wind 500 Benzo, we roll, roll Rod J came through with the Mack-10 Wish trippin' when I pulled out the Glock You know that all of my n***as be ready this pop-pop Comin' with the heat co*ked, cause it never did stop Everybody I know out lookin' for a come up We creep it's deeper than the way you perceive a thug,no love Take a n***a through the mud everytime I try him from my wordly grudge What ? n***a well bust till the point of no return I'm out here swangin', paper chasin' Erasin' my poverty and I gotsta be that soldier claimin' Mo Even though it get hectic respect it n***a, knock my struggle, uh-oh They'll gets more chaos and I won't stop till I piece this puzzle I'm a go gather up all lost souls show 'em the way to the road to be real Give 'em a deal, train 'em to k** Haters meet and my soldiers in a battle field We marchin' ready for war f** the law they ain't on our side Hell yeah, we can meet up at the district I'm bringin' it to you ready to die See, I am so sick of oppression sh** ain't changed Little Lay still stressin' No question clutchin' there no more weapon Cause the po po wanna sweat my blessings and uh Youll probably feelin the sense of some danger But I'm bringin' the sense of an angel to the table Watch me put it down for Mo And them Suave House n***as So, willin and ready to make a few dollars and split a few wigs If that's what it is You better be mindin' your business or be beggin' forgiveness You know all I'm sayin is just don't f** with me, man (Chorus)x2 If you a pimp n***a, pimp them hoes If you a thug, you better get ready for war If you a hustla, make your dough If you a gangsta, let your gun smoke (Eightball) Yeah, yeah, yeah, Bone Thugs Mo Thugs Eightball, the fat mack, and MJ-f**in'-G The realest n***a alive, yeah Thuggin', pimpin', b**h this sh** don't stop You know what I'm talkin' 'bout? All over the motherf**in' world and back again, b**h Space-Age forever