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Krayzie bone:thug mentality 1999


{prison gate buzzer, opening, and sounds of cell mates}
Intro
This is for the hustlas, hustlas...
-refrain-
That's the way that we hustle, cuz we struggle everyday... (pain) so much
Pain...
This is for the hustlas, hustlas...
Krayzie
Come, follow me now back in the day/ we still was thuggin', nothin' changed/
Always into
Somethin', whatever, you name it/ young thug with my niggas is one love/ lil'
Bad-ass niggas
Sneaky, a calm, collected slickster/ i might not have been on the scene, but you
Can believe i was in
The picture, in the mixture/ sellin' yayo, scrappin', carjackin', gunpackin'/
I'm lackin' everything you
Can imagine so i'm prayin', rappin' they'd get me outta this jam, damn just give
Me a chance
I'll keep 'em dancin' (dancin') all night (all night) when times get harder and
Harder, my dreams got
Further and further away/ and nigga, i chased 'em, but couldn't catch 'em to
Save my life/ so now
I'm thuggin' on this corner/ i gotta increase my financial status/ i chanced it,
Fuckin' with these rollers
When they roll up/ yeah, don't wanna be locked in no cell, but i also can't take
Strippings
And be broke with no mail/ oh, yes it's hell, and they say that gets easier
But to me it only got deeper and deeper...
-refrain-
Krayzie
Just turned 18 and caught my first case: incarcerated; caught wit a 12 gauge/
Tryin' to come up with
Some money and made a stupid-ass mistake/ could've been my niggas fate/ fuckin'
With shotguns
We out to rob some niggas/ i'm drunk/ i'm pumped/ i made a mistake and popped
Him
Now he bleedin', i see blood/ damn, get to the doctor/ nigga, don't rest in
Peace/ doctor's took him
To emergency/ coppers came and arrested me/ not knowin' if my nigga had made it
Alive and was
Well, i tossed and turned in my cell; annoyed and sweatin' like hell/ praise to
The lord, and i hope
You hear me, and i hope you feel me/ i didn't mean to, really, really/ i didn't
Mean it/ i know you seen
It/ i finally spoke to my nigga/ he lifted up, and recovered, and pressed no
Charges/ wait, the state
Done picked it up, and i gotta trial in a month, fuck/ and the judge ain't
Tryin' to give me no love
Cuz it was my first offense, but he just thinkin' he lockin' up a thug (up a
Thug)
So now i'm cuffed up on the bus (on the bus) and ridin' down '71/ ain't no
Fun...
-refrain-
Krayzie
Now i'm locked inside this prison system, bitten, count days left on my
Sentence/ now i can say
That i've been here, but i sure ain't gon' come back here, uh-uh/ the day they
Release me i'm goin'
Home/ i can cope, but i can't adjust/ these fuckin' steel doors drivin' me nuts/
My last month
I'm ready to move out, i'm sure/ stay on the low; i listen to thug stories and
Be trippin' on niggas
Love stories/ i'm fin to get out of this muthafucker/ heard 'em call out my
Name; 2-50-2-2-58
"pack up your shit. it's your day" jumped out my bunk/ give all my shit to my
Niggas/ in fact,
I left everything that i had back in jail but my raps/ i'm on the streets now/
Scene unchanged
Niggas still the same/ i ain't fuckin' with you bustas cuz i'm tryin' to make a
Change/ i got with the real
Dogs, and we was schemin' on the mill, y'all/ so we had to chill on y'all/ get
Out of cleveland
If we planned to achieve it/ so we planned it with eazy on greyhound and now we
Leavin'...
-refrain-
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