Mo' Thugs - Rumors And War Lyrics
Two glocks foe tha war, niggaz die foe that infantryIf i lay me down to sleep, i'd die foe that sctMo murda's jumpin on that clair side, foe that late night (rumors and war)Just cannot ***** wit them soldiaz(repeat)Boy tried to ride, yeah he died, tha trigger just slipped up on'a my finger tips, now anotha niggaDead, cuz tha 'lair speak foeItself, it must not be said, tha nigga had me in tha red, but i be damned if tha mud is bud, it's thug,Yeah. these warriors andRebels we *****in slug, yeah. don't dig in, util we get tha snitches that's hatin tha playaz, neva noTombstone was that slaya, trickAss niggaz, we comin to lay ya. don't think no one can save ya, tha yard's ready to grave ya, snap.Ripple, den i popped hisAss, tha who ins concerned, tha lesson to be learned. you get burned, to a crispy clean and youEarn, and you bouncin witCheese, but i'm sick and tired ah ya niggaz talkin shit. i'm sick and tired ah ya nigga startin shit,Rumors and war, just cannot***** wit dem soldiazPut'em all in tha dirt, when tha glock pop slugs, them slippin them box, this chamber, wit my glockCop danger, this hustla, justGive it on up to tha guage that shifta, that soldia, gon' stoke ya, just a level doin homocide andMurda, that's tha way mo thugs gon' serve ya. you takin that buck, and closin that trunk, i'm sendinThat body to hades. i'm slangin mo' slugs, round mo thug, *****, cuz nigga them crazy. insane, see,It's this nigga when i'm havin that chronic. stayin high, escape tha murderis games we play, themSoldiaz live anotha dayHello hello, infantry. hello hello, infantryNigga can't ***** wit tha sct's, you nigga can't ***** wit tha sct'sThis clique too motha*****in strong, this clique too motha*****in strongMy niggaz be thuggin all year long. my niggaz be thuggin all year long(repeat)Straight foe destruction, clear dat tunnel foe enternal torch'em into forces, cold deform'em, thenDistortin, set ah nigga up foeTha slaughter. we get allegiance, keep confusin, dilutin my recavity, try to duck and dodge, don'tEver wanna bade yourCasualty. so i stop, take a breath on tha guage, cuz ah nigga be damned if i go back in that cave,Pump'em all, put ah slug onMy thug, gotta put them coppaz on off in that grave. and it's much too late, i can't be saved. i triedTo pray, so death is theOnly way, deep in hell is where i'll stay. i saw four torchures, on them mo's and stompin soldiaz,Infantry movin in, den weCome to destroy ya, lord ya into a trap, and snap that back. so ya betta be equipped and pack thatGat, don't slack, themSkoes, them crack, and'em hurt in tha dirt, now i'm runnin it backWe are mo thug, we are mo thugMighty mighty warriors, mighty mighty warriorsGuages loaded, guages loadedGhetto bound soldiaz, ghetto bound soldiaz(repeat)FleshCredit hustlaz them bouncin tha top, and i'm chin up on my glide, foe tha nasty, droppin down toThem sct's, pullin drinkaz on *****es stay down foe double clop it kill ya. murda plot foe thaMoney, seven i'm bloody mo red rum, wet'em in ah battle hell and nigga gun gun blast, buck shotBlows, you choose, wit ah 44 magnum and it was laughin at you.Laugh in tha mash, foe safety,Betch you this race on this, 180's dead and gone, runnin throughThis punk thug town, dump thaBullets, get ya down, what tha *****, they wanna test flesh bone.Get'em make all bow down grab it,Givin up fort, yeah crazed to tha wasteland (wasteland, wasteland,Wasteland). you see dis so shittyWhen tha peepa keep peepin tha creep up and make it, man. and ifYou claim that you contain, wellStay foe yo shit, let yo nuts hang, neva leave a gang ah mo thugAss niggaz, stay true to tha shit, letUs ran on crome. decapitator, playa hata, pap pap in it this lifeAnd i'm rollin. always rememberSouljah boys be pimpin two glocks foe tha war, *****in'em back,Popin'em and *****es be fold it,Foldin, showed you
