Mo' Thugs - Low Down lyrics

(Souljah Boy) Me low down, low down, low down. Yeah, Krayzie Bone up in this muthaf**a, my muthaf**in' n***a. Souljah Boy 'bout to shut you hoes down. You know what it is? Mo Thug click rollin' too damn thick, n***a. What you hoes wanna do? Ride, ride? Die, die?. What it is, n***a. What it is. (Chours) We low down, low down dirty shame, n***as actin' strange, catch a clip to the f**in' brain. Shoot 'em down, now. (Souljah Boy) Souljah Boy off in this muthaf**a, 'cause to point out the b**h-made s**as, thinkin' they gotta enough heat to rush us. I'm a dust your a** off with the blink of an eye. You n***as gotta die. Don't ask me why, but still I try with the vibes that I be givin', makin' money, gettin, spittin, ya'll sh**tin, down to the f**in' white meat. You hoes wanna find me and my n***a Layzie Bone (...?...). Ain't no comin' back, comin' back, give me some of that good sh** you smokin', got me gigged up, heat it up, lit it up, I'm straight locin'. I'm hopin' that all y'all bustas got time to play. My n***a Tombstone, Krayzie Bone, swing around your way, your way. (Chours 2x) (Krayzie) Now what if we banged your brain, put 'em in a coffin, and that's where they lay? n***a, wanna row the boat to get chromed, dump 'em in the river. Now, that's how we play. Hey, murdered them n***as that's plottin' to rob me. Hollow point top in your body. n***a fin to bless your soul with a twelve gauge Mossberg, leavin' you stiff and cold. n***a, what ya gonna do when the muthaf**in' thugstas come for you? You snooze, you lose, you catch this uzi. n***a fin to shoot the po-po, too, and we do. Runnin' with a n***a with finger on his trigger, when I catch 'em, I fill 'em with ammunition. Hit 'em with the bullet and I really meant to get ya, they miss 'em. Hey, we down with the swangin', no fake entertainin'. We quick when to f**-a you up, oh my! Gauges and uzis and three fifty-sevens, we load 'em and shoot for your head. You die! n***as, they better test me. Leatherface quick when he pull out this weapon. [Hey.] We leavin' 'em headless. Respect them Clair playas, b**h. (Chours) (Souljah Boy) I'm on a mission [mission]. I'm swift when I empty my clip. You oughta' beat your a** real fast to safety, man, if a soldier's about to rip. You get lit, get hit, as I split your sh**. Ain't worried 'bout a n***a tellin', yellin' muthaf**in' thangs. All you b**hes [soldiers] gon' lay stiff, as I shift with my grip off into a whole new level. (Krayzie) Gon' on my click, and now you're dead wrong [dead wrong]. Rest in peace. They seem to be creepin' up on me lately. f** it, let's all go crazy, sell weed daily, and we ready. My thugstas love when we buck buck, put 'em underground, f** 'em. Krayzie release them shells. I say, "say f** it, let's all go to Hell," 'cause I got my money, my pistol, my reefer, never forget my thugs, what? Hey, we slay. We spray. (Souljah Boy) We pray everyday, but still I see that you and me just don't mix, so I grab my grip. I'm a k** your click, that's the end of this sh**. So don't you ever in your muthaf**in' life try to test me steppin' like Rambo with this bulletproof vest and with a knife. You better respect me, or I won't think twice. I'm k**in' your wife. Your b**h get sniped just like Wesley, don't test me, don't press me. Krayzie Bone will open up they chest, G. (Krayzie/Souljah Boy) Yeah, n***as [n***a, yeah n***a]. Yeah, ho-a** n***as, y'all muthaf**as [sh**.] ain't ready for this muthaf**in' real thug sh**. [That's the sh**. n***as ain't ready.] Bone shut sh** down [Shut sh** down!], completely down! [completely down!] You hoes didn't know? [Huh?] You gotta recognize. St.Clair Wasteland, n***a. [Wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, wasteland, soldiers, soldiers, soldiers] Ho-a** muthaf**in' b**hes. I'm ready to k** 'em! Can you feel that?