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Layzie:
It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering
Souls. Babi Boi, my Angel, Daddy'll meet you at
the Crossroads [Crossroads].
Bizzy:
Babi Boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and
feel me.
[Everybody] Everybody by now should know my
label, my thugsta, these things guidin' your
struggles. All it is, is about this hustle,
whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why
declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate
us, traitors (...?...) These are the days of our
lives [lives]. Do or die, (that died to Boo--he
go bye) whom die they lie in the face of our
society. Try at of every attempt to quiet me, I
got a nation that's down to ride with me. Here's
the deal, can I get a witness? It's deeper than
survival. Who am I? My brother's keeper? Yeah,
I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die. The
wicked is near me, dearly departed, but nobody
hears me. Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so
serious, it bring tears to me. Ears to the
street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my
block. I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me,
so I stay strapped. (Don't pose for the cop),
crooked cops, they gonna harass me, ask me the
same ol' bullshit questions, knowin' I'm a thug
with bud for days, keepin'
a pistol in my possession, but a thuggish
ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on, and
prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my
Bones, splittin' domes.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, don't make me hurt ya. Come
on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on,
come on, come on, all about that bloody murder.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, make a move and I'll have to
hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come
on, come on, come on, come on, all about that
bloody murder.
Bizzy:
Baby Boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and
feel me.
Still to this day, it's a struggle, addicted to
trouble, we never goin' change. Mom made us
thugs, see. Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G.
(?) loves thee. Mama plead my family tree never
helped a mother come up, seen it was hard tryin'
to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse
and ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it,
eternal. If I struggle, thank God. I'm a count
my blessin', trouble but never no stressin', just
called it a lesson, 'cause life will be runnin'
that test and better off in a cell. See a nigga
walkin' the streets, and they label us foolish
children, 'cause I always knew this, while the
rest of my days I be livin' in Ruthless. Fuck
what you're thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven.
Look at my stomach and see the 7, even scales is
how I'm bailin', rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin'
but a soldier tells, critic can kiss my ass. I
might go to thinkin' about my past, get mad, I
reach in my stash and blast. Fuck all y'all that
treated a nigga like we wasn't shit, and soon as
we
hit, now what do we get? These fake-ass niggas
tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick, but
you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love
it or leave it. You can't believe it. It ain't
that season. Get to steppin', hater.
Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and
I'm proud. Mo Thug and I'm proud.
Loud! Proud! Loud! Proud!
Bizzy:
Baby Boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and
feel me.
Better watch for the nightfall when them come,
better watch out for the night stormers. No
light's in sight when them run, but then once we
warn ya, caught ya slippin' up out of your game,
playa. Wasteland soldier, see what we facin',
chasin' po-po on the hood like Jason, casin' your
set, fin to blow your station instantly. Fin to
be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to
test the men, and we single-handedly take over
your mind and the rest of the planet. See, I'll
be damned if we surrender, agenda's still no
pretender, put it all down, make 'em all remember:
deep in Hell is where I'll send ya. Welcome to
the Land of more indo. We smoke. We choke. You
know we blaze. Break out any cup with the pipe,
what's up? Parlay, come around my way. Lay keep
it real. Keep it real. Peace be still, time
after time, can't forget that money, man, that
money, man. Mo' money be on mind, bottom line.
Bizzy:
Baby Boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and
feel me.
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