Yeah, Poetic Hustla'z [Hustla, Hustla].
Thought we was gon' fall? Right back at ya. Yeah, yeah. [Hustla, Hustla
. . .] Aw, shit. It's over now.
I'm just a Hustla from C-Town,
and my life's been turned around, 'cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin,
we're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'.
Boogy Nikke:
Niggas gettin' recruited, holdin'
guns, 'cause they comin' for me, drinkin' my love, because the trust is
muthafucka [Would ya die for me?]. FBI: Fuckin' Bitches In need, try not
see me innocent, on Hennessy, niggas, it's time to breathe, Mo Thug to
the top. We be the best, muthafucka. Giddyup 'fore I touch ya, never trust
y'all for nothin'. The Lord done blessed me, muthafucka, got the tear to
show it, busta. Cleveland rock, muthafucka, Hall of Fame to the top, non-stop.
What the fuck you wanna do, bitch? Lovin' my people, I'd die for my people,
I pray for my people. Bitch, what? And don't test the muthafuckin' Boogy
tight as shit, muthafuckas better pray. Bitch, y'all dyin' and shit. A
muthafucka out there did slit my nigga T-Rock [we are Mo Thug], and rest
in peace, and when I find 'em, I'm a rip 'em, I'm put my teardrop on it.
Yeah, and rest in peace, and to his mama, his dada, I'm paranoid, now.
I'm just a Hustla from C-Town,
and my life's been turned around, 'cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin,
we're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'.
Tony Tone:
Sometimes I sit and I wonder, is
my life really movin' too fast? 'Cause I'm feelin' all the jealous, bitch-made
suckas that didn't think we would last. Nineteen-ninety four, we was on
the go, and that's for sure, I know you hope and prayin' that this Mo Thug
click don't grow more, but, bitch, we too strong. We hold on, connected
by our bones, and let them niggas burn in Hell that killed my nigga, Tombstone.
Your name will live on, and everyday I must say, I do pray, but I wonder
why it has to be this way. Trials and tribulations everyday, 'cause Lord,
You done bless me with my kids. Don't punish them for the shit that I did.
I'm thuggin', that's the way it is. It's crazy livin' life in the streets.
That's showbiz, separatin' your friends from foes, and ends and hoes, but
those don't know. Don't fuck with pros. These Cleveland bros is ready to
roll, everyday strugglin' to make a winnin' where we fit in. No matter
what the situation may be, we still on top, goin' down in history, Mo Thuggin'.
I'm just a Hustla from C-Town,
and my life's been turned around, 'cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin,
we're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'.
Mo! Hart:
Rememberin' the days when times
were hard, hittin' the streets, hustlin' from dusk 'til dawn. My family
was right there, right there by my side. No second thoughts ever on our
muthafuckin' minds, doin' what's necessary to keep our fuckin' pockets
fat. Our own personal security to watch our backs. Representin' to the
fullest, got my right fist high in the sky. Yeah, you know what it is--Mo
Thug 'til I die. Just a Hustla from C-Town, straight doin' my thang. I'm
one of the last original thugs, so these nuts must hang. We don't take
no shit, never hestitate to split a nigga's wig, or for that matter, fuck
his bitch. I love for my Mo Thug brothers and sisters. Them was days, and
you know that they will always be with us. Gettin' brewed to keep it all
together, dueces on a square, playa [Dueces, dueces. I'm next, playa. I'm
next. I'm next, playa].
I'm just a Hustla from C-Town,
and my life's been turned around, 'cause we're Mo Thuggin', Mo Thuggin,
we're Mo Thuggin, Mo Thuggin'.