TotalKaosE
09-24-2004, 07:46 PM
Shut The Club Down
(Lil Jon)
I'mma rep my clique, nigga rep yos!
(Krayzie Bone)
Its Mista Sawed-Off LeathaFace, I'm finna take em to the underground. A nigga come outta the park, doin a 100 miles. I fuck around n run a nigga down. Shut a mutha fucka down, nigga bring the whole buildin to the floor. Make the real niggas ill n feel the flow. Make the bitches get hot n get to take off they clothes. A couple'a shots n we all outta controll. No a nigga never studio! You can believe that we do whut we do, we keepin it true, more realler than you. Shakin the walls, up in the zone, breakin they balls if they dont gimme mo money. Nigga represent Tha ThugLine. N I do it cuz I want mine. I dont already done time, now I'm released. N they beggin on the streets, n back in the mix, in the middle of the shit, when I get a mutha fucka with a little bitta ends, n if I come back, they dont give a nigga yaps. When a nigga raps they tried to hang me, tried to maintain, they try to keep us where they like, muthafuckas wack! I'mma break it down to a nigga now, thats T-H-U-G-L-I-N-E, you feelin mo drama, come suited in armor, n heavily heated, ready to bomb us! You betta bomb frist, cuz nigga we already got the hurse, sittin out on the curb. Soon as I give em the word, niggas makin a push, with that AK47 jumpin outta the bush.
Bone still doin it to em, no matter who in the room, or who in the buildin. No matter who close the show, you ask the mutha fuckas who stole it tho, we fold em ho!
(Lil Jon)
Tear dis bitch up! Shut the club down!
I'mma rep my clique, nigga rep yos!
(Pittbull)
(Lil Jon)
Tear dis bitch up! Shut the club down!
I'mma rep my clique, nigga rep yos!
(Krayzie Bone)
Is yall really ready to tumble, is yall really ready to rumble with the King Thugs 'a the jungle!? Tear the roof off n make the whole floor crumble. You dont wanna spit it with a thug flow. Somebody better call the Po-Po, cuz we aint playin! Act like ya dont know, n I'll make ya understand. Try to keep em it to the rythem of a man, that just like the wind. They all like the Syn, n I'll blow you away. Hey, who in the bitch wanna fumble with Kray, who in this bitch like to play with fire? I set em on fire, so high, spit flames many miles an hour nigga. With us or not, we givin em hell. Niggas get they lumps, if I dont get my mail. You can sit in the trunk, for a couple'a months. So when the funk get heated, just find ya smell. Come follow me now, so rollin up a fatty, cuz I gotta get high, believe it or not. Smoke it, choke it, zonin. Couple'a hits to get fixed, then I'm goin, goin, gone!
Bone still doin it to em, no matter who in the room, or who in the buildin. No matter who close the show, you ask the mutha fuckas who stole it tho, yall know!
(Lil Jon)
Tear dis bitch up! Shut the club down!
I'mma rep my clique, nigga rep yos!
(Lil Jon)
I'mma rep my clique, nigga rep yos!
(Krayzie Bone)
Its Mista Sawed-Off LeathaFace, I'm finna take em to the underground. A nigga come outta the park, doin a 100 miles. I fuck around n run a nigga down. Shut a mutha fucka down, nigga bring the whole buildin to the floor. Make the real niggas ill n feel the flow. Make the bitches get hot n get to take off they clothes. A couple'a shots n we all outta controll. No a nigga never studio! You can believe that we do whut we do, we keepin it true, more realler than you. Shakin the walls, up in the zone, breakin they balls if they dont gimme mo money. Nigga represent Tha ThugLine. N I do it cuz I want mine. I dont already done time, now I'm released. N they beggin on the streets, n back in the mix, in the middle of the shit, when I get a mutha fucka with a little bitta ends, n if I come back, they dont give a nigga yaps. When a nigga raps they tried to hang me, tried to maintain, they try to keep us where they like, muthafuckas wack! I'mma break it down to a nigga now, thats T-H-U-G-L-I-N-E, you feelin mo drama, come suited in armor, n heavily heated, ready to bomb us! You betta bomb frist, cuz nigga we already got the hurse, sittin out on the curb. Soon as I give em the word, niggas makin a push, with that AK47 jumpin outta the bush.
Bone still doin it to em, no matter who in the room, or who in the buildin. No matter who close the show, you ask the mutha fuckas who stole it tho, we fold em ho!
(Lil Jon)
Tear dis bitch up! Shut the club down!
I'mma rep my clique, nigga rep yos!
(Pittbull)
(Lil Jon)
Tear dis bitch up! Shut the club down!
I'mma rep my clique, nigga rep yos!
(Krayzie Bone)
Is yall really ready to tumble, is yall really ready to rumble with the King Thugs 'a the jungle!? Tear the roof off n make the whole floor crumble. You dont wanna spit it with a thug flow. Somebody better call the Po-Po, cuz we aint playin! Act like ya dont know, n I'll make ya understand. Try to keep em it to the rythem of a man, that just like the wind. They all like the Syn, n I'll blow you away. Hey, who in the bitch wanna fumble with Kray, who in this bitch like to play with fire? I set em on fire, so high, spit flames many miles an hour nigga. With us or not, we givin em hell. Niggas get they lumps, if I dont get my mail. You can sit in the trunk, for a couple'a months. So when the funk get heated, just find ya smell. Come follow me now, so rollin up a fatty, cuz I gotta get high, believe it or not. Smoke it, choke it, zonin. Couple'a hits to get fixed, then I'm goin, goin, gone!
Bone still doin it to em, no matter who in the room, or who in the buildin. No matter who close the show, you ask the mutha fuckas who stole it tho, yall know!
(Lil Jon)
Tear dis bitch up! Shut the club down!
I'mma rep my clique, nigga rep yos!