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Krayzie Bone - Ride The Thugline Lyrics

Ride The Thugline Song Lyrics
Ride The Thugline by Krayzie Bone F/ Young Dre, Keith G, Bam



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[Chorus]

Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline

All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x

And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah



[Verse 1]

C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon

Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)

Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef

So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat

Ain't no debate be (?) publicly
Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially


Ride with my team, the Thugline regime


Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky

Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me


And I sense they negative energy

Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta sh*t to me


Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown

To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos
Sweaty in this humidity, high

My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight

Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight

Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight
Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on




[Chorus]

All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x

And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline




[Verse 2]

All night long we ain't goin to sleep

Beat these motherf**kin streets with heats and break beats

Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man


My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in
The latest edition to some tight sh*t is spinnin

Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment

Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one

Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one

Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey

I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me

I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that


She told me about herself she want to model and act
I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this

Who could really blame me about those ass and hips?


She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?
Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill



[Chorus]

Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x

All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x


And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah


[Verse 3]

I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush

And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss

All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us

First round that we (?) now we adding a plus

Live just to die know you know it's a must

Silly niggaz tellin lies, fo' five make 'em hush

Listen, just hear the bullets come when they spittin

Y'all reppin just steppin, I'm only playin to win

Got a pocket full of plenty niggaz splurgin on drink
Thirty dollars in the tank a nigga reaking of dank


Khaki suit full of dirt from a nigga puttin in work
Can't understand a command niggaz, patrolin to turf


Gotta get it while the water's hot and fill up your pot

Hit the block with a rock with (?) make 'em (?)

I level with a tickety tock, it don't stop

And I'll be damned if they pull a nigga back on the block



[Chorus]

All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah

Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline




[Verse 4]

You might not recognize my flow, 'cause it's me bustin at first

Cause I can put styles inside my verses motherf**kers ain't heard yet
But I won't battle MC's, but we do handle beef with these

Competition to me means an enemy (get rid of 'em)


Ask some of these niggaz past nothin but snakes in the grass

Talkin bout we bit they mad cause they career was a fag

You might been rappin doin it twistin, but that bullsh*t you're stressin

Knowin exactly when you're fresh, you niggaz wreck sh*t


Platinum? that ain't a thing for me, hit the studio make it happen
Nigga that's because I'm real with this thug music


We mash and wild in 2000, nigga no remorse
What we be givin?

Heat from the kitchen when f**kin with this sh*t

Get with the Line, Thugline, the Line, Creepin' On Ah Come Up

You know what?, this time around it's on when we blow up (tell 'em)

Fakers, hate ya, later, y'a'll all die, nigga they all die

They die, they die