Layzie:
Itand's all about mo trues humbly united gathering souls. babi boi, my
Angel, daddyand'll meet you at the crossroads
[crossroads].
Bizzy:
Babi boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
[everybody] everybody by now you should know my label, my thugsta,
These things guidinand' your struggles. all it is, is about
This hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why declare war
On these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors (...?...)
These are the days of our lives [lives]. do or die, (that died to
Boo--he go bye) whom die they lie in the face of our society.
Tried a (?) attempt to quiet me, and got a nation thatand's down to ride
With me. hereand's the deal, can i get a witness? itand's deeper
Than survival. who am i? my brotherand's keeper? yeah, i be clutchinand' on
My bible, willing to die. the wicked is near me,
Dearly departed, but nobody hears me. and'cause we all gonand' fall in
Misery. itand's so serious, it bring tears to me. hereand's to the
Street, like a drop to the beat, creepinand' up my block. iand'm already
Knowinand' a nigga wanna do me, so i stay strapped. (donand't pose
For the cop), crooked cops, they gonna harass me, ask me the same oland'
Bullshit questions, knowinand' iand'm a thug, (will bust a
Gauge), keepinand' a pistol in my possession, but a thuggish ruggish
Soldier like myself gonand' move on, and prevail, avoid jail, collect
My mill with my bones, splittinand' domes.
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come
On, donand't make me hurt ya. come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that
Bloody murder. come on, come on, come on, come
On, come on, come on, come on, come on, make a move and iand'll have to
Hurt ya. come on, come on, come on, come on,
Come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder.
Bizzy:
Baby boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
(stick to this dance) and struggle, addicted to trouble, we never
Goinand' change. my (?), thugs, see. soldiers, i think we must be
To o.g. (?) loves thee. mama plead my family tree never helped a
Mother come up, seen it was hard tryinand' to bring her sons
Up--they dwelled on the worse and ate nothinand' for done up, cominand' up,
Made it, eternal, in the struggle. thank god. iand'm a
Count my blessinand', trouble but never no stressinand', just started a
Lesson, and'cause life will be runninand' that test and better off in a
Cell.
See a nigga walkinand' the streets, and they label us foolish. trouble
and'cause i always knew this, while the rest of my days i livinand' in
Ruthless. fuck what youand're thinkinand', law, my judge is up heaven. look
At my stomach and see the andquot;7,andquot; even scares us how
Iand'm bailinand', rebellinand', tellinand' yand'all nothinand' but a soldier tell,
Critic can kiss my ass. i might go to thinkinand' about my past, get mad,
I
Reach in my stash and blast. fuck all yand'all that treated a nigga like
We wasnand't shit, and soon as we hit, now what do we get?
These fake-ass niggas tryinand' to get in our click, all on our dick, but
You can miss me, actinand' phony in my presence, love it or
Leave it. you canand't believe it. it ainand't that season. get to steppinand',
Hater.
Only mo thug allowed, say it loud, mo thug and iand'm proud. mo thug and
Iand'm proud.
Loud! proud! loud! proud!
Bizzy:
Baby boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
Better watch for the nightfall when them come, better watch out for
The night stormers. no lightand's in sight when them run, but
Them lights would warned ya. caught ya slippinand' up out of your game,
Playa. wasteland soldier, see what we facinand', chasinand'
Po-po on the hood like jason, casinand' your (?), fin to blow your
Station instantly. fin to be world war 3, ya canand't fuck with my
Family, try to test a man, and we single-handedly take over your mind
And the rest of the planet. see, iand'll be damned if we
Surrender, a g thatand's still no pretender, put it all down, make and'em
All remember: deep in hell is where iand'll send ya. welcome to
The land of more indo. we smoke. we choke. you know we blaze. break
Out any cup with the pipe, whatand's up? parlay,
Come around my way. lay, keep it real. keep it real. peace be still,
Time after time, canand't forget that money, man, that money,
Man. moand' money be on mind, bottom line.
Bizzy:
Baby boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
