Mo Thug. Yo, [Yeah.] Mo Thug family
back up in this muthafucka. [You know it.] Y'all thought we wasn't gonna
come back to this muthafucka? [Ha, ha, yeah, yeah.] We back. We back, muthafucka.
[We back.] New and improved, baby [thugsta music, yeah]. Thug shit [for
the nine-eight]. Nine-nine [Yeah, nine-nine, year two G's, otherside of
the game], 'til this muthafucka blow up [Boom! Boom!]. Yeah, right back
at ya.
What's up to all my muthafuckin'
dogs [buck, buck], my muthafuckin' thug-ass niggas [yeah]? Y'all keep that
shit bumpin' [keep it bumpin']. Fuck the muthafuckin' police [Fuck the
police.]. Fuck the muthafuckin' FBI [Fuck the FCC.]. Fuck any muthafucka
who got somethin' to do with the muthafuckin' law [yeah], fuck all them
muthafuckas, baby [fuck 'em]. We ridin' like this nigga [buck 'em]. The
shit don't stop until they muthafuckin' body rott [ridin' raw, roll or
get rolled over, yeah, shut this bitch down, rolled over]. Yeah [it's over].
Sayin' what's up to all my muthafuckin'
niggas that's ridin' [Mo Thug!] on this muthafuckin' album with us [yeah]:
The muthafuckin' Poetic Hustla'z,
boy [Hustla'z, yeah, let me hustle, I'm just a Hustla, nigga].
We got the muthafuckin' Graveyard
Shift [Graveyard]. Rest in peace, Tombstone [Rest in peace, baby, yeah,
rest in peace]. Yeah, fuck them ho-ass bustas [yeah, burn in Hell, muthafucka].
II Tru [yeah, II Tru], new breed
[new breed], Jhaz and Brina, what's happenin' [comin' at you muthafuckas,
yeah]? AJay [Ajay].
My nigga, uh, my nigga Souljah
Boy [up in this muthafucka, yeah], run them hoes, run them hoes [yeah,
run 'em].
And to my little nigga with no
nuts, Thug Queen [Thug Queen]. What's up, baby? [It's the queen, ha ha,
queen]. You know what it is.
To my niggas, uh, MT5 [Yeah, we
comin', we comin']. Y'all boys keep blowin' shit, y'all gon' be the next
Jackson 5 in this muthafucka [Believe that]. Hey, I'm talkin' about pay.
What's up 4, what's up with 4-U-2-Know
[4-U-2-Know]? It's alright [it's alright]. So fly.
What's up with Felecia? Girl, go
on and sing that shit [sing it] with your talented ass. Sing it.
Cindy B, Mo Thug, we got love,
girl. We got much love, girl.
What's up to Potion, Potion, Potion?
Look at 'em, look at 'em, now. [yeah, look at 'em, look at 'em] What's
up, girls? [Y'all lookin' good.]
What's up to Scant Bone [Scant-O,
Scant-O]? Your scandalous ass [he's fuckin' scandalous].
DJ Ice [imitates records scratching],
mix that shit up at them clubs, nigga [yeah, yeah, keep puttin' it down].
Keep puttin' that shit down.
I wanna say what's up to my muthafuckin'
Bone niggas [Bone thugs-n-harmony]:
Flesh-N-Bone,
Wish Bone,
that little crazy-ass nigga Bizzy
Bone,
Layzie Bone.
And you know, uh, who else, who
the fuck else I forgettin' in this muthafucka? [Ken Dawg!] Oh, my nigga,
Kendon Dawg, forgot my nigga, Ken Dawg, [we ain't forget] little playa
playa [don't know]. Y'all boys been around with that nigga Ken Dawg, been
sleepin' on my little nigga. You ain't no muthafuckin' joke [understand
me when I say this, here].
What's up with Tre? What's up with,
y'all? [What's up?] We still got love for y'all [Fuck y'all gon' do?].
Mo Thug love, baby [Mo Thug, Mo Thug].
What's up to Steve-Lobel's ass?
[You know, busy whiteboy hatcha.] Ha, ha. Aw, mighty whitey.
Aw, what's up to my muthafuckin'
partner, Powder [Powder]. Powder, Powder, poof [Powder, Powder, poof].
Y'all don't know, Powder P.
Say what's up to my nigga down
in muthafuckin' Miami [aw, what's happenin' in Flyami, in Flyami], Disco
Rick [Disco Rick, Rick-Rick the ruler], and K.C. Y'all be fuckin' that
shit up behind the muthafuckin' boards. Mo Thug love, baby [We comin' at
you, baby, from the Land].
Shit, who else we gotta say "what's
up" to [the Land]? [Oh, don't forget the #1 Assassin.] Oh, yeah. #1 Assassin
still blastin' on muthafuckas.
All my muthafuckin' niggas [St.
Clair, baby, bunch of thugs from St. Clair]. Y'all niggas know what it
was, what it is, and what's it's gon' be forever, Cleveland [Mo muthafuckin'
Thug, St. Clair for life, St. Clair for life].
Yeah. Much love to Cleveland, period.
Much love, baby.
And I don't think we got nobody
else to say "what's up" to, do we? Hell, naw [Shit, shit, it's just like
this, shit's over, fuck it].
I guess the album over [yeah, it's
over].