Unreleased song of krayzie bone

-Krayzie Bone-Intro-
Sup girl? God damn. Aww come on man, why the fuck is you...I gotta go, that's my niggs callin me. I gotta go, man fuck this shit.

-Krayzie Bone-
Look baby, since I've been in the game I know it's a couple of thangs done changed about me/ I'd ecspect the same thang from you if you came up like I did/ But I'm not a star, nigga might shine like one/ But I'm just that ordinary nigga, welcome to ThugLine (Wha??)/ And these bitches chasin the dick like they was virgins when I hit it/ Shouldn't of did it, I'm gon' be the one feelin it when they gettin to flippin and payin me visits/ Harass, blockin they digits/ When I pick it up, I'm like "Aww shit, dog, yall see how she caller ID me?"/ It's creepy, cause if we sleep together tonight, she'll wake up caring for me/ Marriage'll be, dead on her mind nigga I ain't lyin/ I figured these bitches be thinkin a nigga stupid though, groupie hoe/ Wanna get close, knocked up so she can sue for dough/ Ha, hoe I know/ Been there, done that, goin through it now/ Bitch'll birth a child for leverage and that's foul (That's foul)/ But us niggas, we do, we fuck it up with females (Females)/ How come we can never only be with one female? (That's all right man)/ Niggas fucked up and scandolous/ The money cause the madness/ If we didn't have it, we woulda never had a chance at that/ She want a rich nigga (Rich nigga)/ Ain't that a bitch nigga? Can't get shit for free, not even cheap/ Jesus, she's just trippin cause she seen a nigga glidin, slidin to the party shinin wit no diamonds/ You know why, I left my necklace on the dresser? I like to see how they treach ya when they think ya got no chedda/ You sit down, they get up/ You say 'Hi', 'Whateva'/ But when I pull it out of my pocket that bitch shit lit up/ Yo everybody, drinks on me (Drinks on me)/ Wait, hook up all the playas except dem hoes right there/ And I let nobody ask me for no autograph/ That's what I'm thinkin/ Bitch want me to floss, I can't (I'm not there)/ I ain't that type of nigga to front up in the club, I thug/ But hatin niggas and gold diggin bitches, we mean mug/ Fuckin wit some niggas really from the streets/ Never ran from nann nigga, gun is in a trigger man/ Come with that shit that's off the wall, you can't/ You spilled blood on that motherfucker/ The enemy, now graffiti/ So niggas and bitches, listen if your vibe is negative/ Keep your demon ass away from me, please/ And don't make me be the reason that you bleedin/ We hunt for blood/ Yall wanted the thugs, here we go...

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