no pretender lyrics – mo thugs

d*mn man, i see all them mothaf*ckin police, dogg. mothaf*ckaz
comin down here, dogg, fa real.
they only way down this
mothaf*cka, now i’m gon’ serve them mothaf*ckaz. it’s on like ah
mothaf*cka, dogg, i’m tellin ya. it
ain’t down. they gettin
tha… comin on dogg, they gettin tha… sh*t! pull tha sh*t. d*mn.
here dey come, dogg, here dey

it’s gon’ be that, you know? h*ll yeah, gimme that mothaf*cka, man
(let’s get ready for these
mothaf*ckaz). these b*tches and
n*gg*z, sh*t. let’s take they mothaf*ckin head off, right here,
though, it’s on. aight, n*gg* i’m tryin to
load this mothaf*cka.
d*mn, n*gg*, it’s comin off. it’s on. it’s on. what’s up? what’s
up, mothaf*cka (you mothaf*cka,
f*ck you, get up)

(gimme some back up) (this way, that way) we no surrender, we no
pretender, we bang bang (8x)

jhaz (from ii tru)
get right surrenda, no pretenda, ii tru, my crew come thick. family
behind us, you don’t wanna see
this mo thug clique, too
swift to be faded, just hated by them foes, throw blows, bow down,
hoes, mo thug ghetto this life
crawls, i’m too cold. neva
catch me slippin, mothaf*cka set up. ii tru to my dyin day, rollin
wit a.j., mo thug love, n*gg*
what. you got yo blue suit, yo got yo nine, but if you pop one
time, my true’s comin back up tight
and i’m ah end minds eye. nothin, but, one ah tha best
females, pumpin in yo hear, fillin tha air, wit nothin but potent
*ss bust males

tombstone (from graveyard shift)
we strap wit bone and ah d*ck, on tha what’s of tha rank, strapped
wit ah 38 and tech hey man,
how we love them techs, ain’t gotta dump ’em. but when we find tha
mothaf*ckin snitch, lynch him,
head straight foe tha ditch, victim, see we gotta snake tha snitch,
goin to tha cut so we can brake ah
b*tch. how you wanna tha n*gg* red on his blue suit, fryed when he
die, let’s show tha n*gg* he could
neva ride or f*ck wit tha soldiaz, they glide, on tha clair side
runnin wit guages, flippin ya pages,
f*ck tha cages, should ah known not to f*ck wit tha thugs them
militant. h*ll yeah, we chill, but we ill
to tha sense of livin. still can’t help tha way we roll, in tha
land so cold, everybody singin tha devil
song along tha road

boogie nikke (from poetic hustlaz)
i’m takin tha lives of all them seargents, luitenants, we pin this.
how far, while you runnin to go, when
you test us, we test nuts,
boy. betta part tha sea and pin tha scriptures, we’re breathin.
gotta get’em where it hurt, gotta get
their kids first, i’m ah sell
then beat tha envy in me. i’m wantin yo soul to burn in h*ll and
dwell until tha past they beat you
there. yo family was sold to
follow, as i complete my into, on yo people. god bless tha chilren
though, it was business neva
personal, betta pray to tha
lord foe yo soul on tha way through tha tunnel of tha light, can
you see me, see me

boy you betta me, tru people, fiendin, feelin when they cough and
top drop, their box lock shot.
toss’em in tha back ah tha
he*rs*, and i wish i could watch tha cops’ crooked body rottin.
thugs, wit all them time (time).
take over tha world, collect
tha mind, all tha n*gg* boys and girls and pearls to anotha
dimension, but it really is just us, f*ck tha
system. it’s ya, feel’em and
ah, cuz i ain’t got time, to be f*ckin wit street week leak in
mine. and always cool to be thuggin on
99, my parlay be bustin tha n*gg*z that’s on tha ground. n*gg*z try
to creep up on ah come up, but i
betcha n*gg* come my way, you sprayed, you knew he was real, we
really do smoke blunts, we do
all tha old stuff, f*ck cops a whole bunch. so they wanna die, so
we fiend to kill’em at tha cut, we
chop him up wit tha m-11, i feel tha pain, we get de guage you g
be, f*ckin soldia, n*gg*z is sho’, we
got tha real sh*t foe ya. neva respect’em ready to blow’em out tha
town now, come one yall, we
take a pow pow dey guaged, dey guaged, we spray, dey lay dey lay,
what a wonderful day. but get
up, buck, we f*ck’em on up, when they pull ya to tha side and they
try to put tha cuffs on. that’s ah
perfect time to get it, pump, then you reach up in tha glove foe ya
‘posed and get ya bust on. let’em
feel tha round or hear tha sound of tha 12 guage eruption,
destruction we made. now tha playa gets
do, and we got yo pay, yo pay


/ mo thugs lyrics