Souljah Boy Lyrics - Mo Thugs

We low down, we low down.... 

Yeah (yeah) (yeah), Krayzie Bone up in this mothafucka (up in this mothafucka), up in this 

mothafuckin nigga (my mothafuckin 

nigga). Souljah Boy, 'bout to shut you hoes down ('bout to shurt you hoes down). You know what it 

is, Mo Thug clique rollin 

too damn thick, nigga. What you hoes wanna do? (Ride, die. Die die). Yeah, one ah these nigga, 

one ah these nigga, one ah 

these 

Chorus 

We low down, low down dirty shame, niggaz actin strang, catch a clip to tha fuckin brain (put'em 

up, put'em up) 

(repeat) 

Souljah Boy 

Souljah Boy, off in this mothafucka, piece to point tha bitch may suckaz, thinkin they got enough 

heat to rush us. I'm ah dust 

ya, heads off, wit tha blink of an eye, you niggaz gonna die, don't ask me why, but still I try. With tha 

vibe that I be gettin 

makin wantin get cha spit'n yall shittin down to tha fuckin wide, be wide. You hoes wanna find me 

my nigga Layzie Bone up 

pine trees, black eyes see, ain't no comin back, get you some ah that, shit you smokin, get me gigged 

up, hit it up, hit it up, I'm 

straight loke, and I'm hopin ah, that all ah yall (all ah yall) bustaz got time to play, my nigga, 

Tombstone, Krayzie Bone quickin 

round yo way 

Chorus 

Krayzie 

You to betta be thangs, yo brain, put'em in ah coffin, and that's where they lay, nigga wanna roll, tha 

Bone'd get chrome, 

(put'em in and rip'em out) that how we play ay. Murder dem niggaz that's plottin around me, holla 

boy toppin yo body, nigga 

fillin bless yo soul wit tha 12 guage marks burn, leavin you stiff and cold. Nigga what you gonna do, 

when tha mothafuckin 

thugstaz come for you. Ya snooze you loose, to catch that skuzie, nigga fiend to shoot tha po po 

too, and we do. Runnin wit 

da nigga wit his finger on tha trigger, but I catch him and fill him wit ammunition. Hit'em wit tha bullet 

and ah rippin, and to get 

cha, they miss'em, hey. We down foe tha swang and no fakin, detain'em, we quick wit tha fucka, 

you up on my, gauages and 

uzzies and 357's, we load'em and shoot foe yo head, you die. Niggaz they betta not test me, Leather 

Face, quick when they 

pull out this weapon, hey, we leavin'em headless. Respect dem Clair playaz, bitch 

Chorus 

Souljah Boy 

I'm on ah mission, ah mission, I'm swift betta empty my clip, you outta beat an ass with fast as safety 

mine, neva soldiaz 'bout 

to rip, ya lit, get hit, 'cause I split, wit yo shit, ain't worried bout a nigga tellin, yellin mothafuckin thangs, 

as all you (soldiaz) 

bitches, rollin ya spliff. 'cause I'll shift, wit my grip, off into a whole new level 

Krayzie 

Knockin wit mic let cha know ya damn wrong, damn wrong....Rest in peace, and seem to been 

creepin up on me latey, fuck'n, 

let's all go crazy, sell we daily, gettin we red lay, my thugstaz, love when we buck pump, put'em on 

tha ground fuck'em. 

Krayzie release dem shells, I say say fucka let's all go to hell. 'cause I got my money, my pistol, my 

reefa, neva forget my thugs, 

what. Hey, we slay, we spray 

Souljah Boy 

We pray, everyday, but still I see, that you and me, just don't 

mix, so I grab my grip. I'm ah kill ya 

clique, that's tha end ah this 

shit. So don't you eva, in ya mothafuckin life try to test me, it's 

neva like Rambo, wit this bullet proof 

vest and wit a knife, you 

betta respect me. Or we'll complete twice, I'm killin yo wife. Yo 

bitch get's knifed just like Lesley, 

don't test me, don't press 

me, Krayzie Bone pumpin up they chest, g 

Yeah, nigga. Yeah, hoe ass niggaz. Yall mothafuckaz ain't ready foe 

this mothafuckin real thug shit. 

You niggaz ain't ready. 

Gone (gone) down (down), shut'n shit down (shut'n shit down). 

Completely down (completely 

down). You hoes didn't know 

(you hoes didn't know). Huh? You gotta recognize. St. Clair 

Wastland, nigga. Fuck yall niggaz, stall 

nigga. Yeah. (Wasteland, 

wasteland, wasteland) Hoe ass mothafuckaz, bitches, I'm ready to 

kill'em. Soldiaz, we on gank. Can 

you feel that? Can you 

feel that?