Lyrics Family Scriptures - Mo' Thugs
We
got
tha
perfect
combination
(Mo
Thug,
Mo
Thug)
So
you
betta
change
yo
location
(move
out,
move
out)
Tombstone
Mo
Thugs,
be
tha
love,
slug
foe
tha
perfect
pitch
and
chronic
bud,
it
save
yo
strug's,
of
somebody
suffa
scripturaz,
tryin
to
rip
ya,
hit
ya
really
good,
I'll
split
ya,
ditch
ya.
Gotta
put
you
in
my
hall
of
flames
and
damn,
it's
ah
shame,
let
yo
nuts
hang,
you
can
hear
tha
story
of
tha
hurricane.
Bone,
II
Tru,
Hustlaz
and
Shiftaz.
(We
are
tha
soldiaz)
Busta
no
need
to
be
loved,
and
get
tradaz,
tryin
to
get
murderis
dealaz,
tha
trillaz,
to
peel
ya,
straight
up
foe
tha
infantry,
wars
begin,
we
done
see
they
playin
to
win,
but
we
got
it
all
within,
so
roll
wit
tha
Shifts,
cuz
tha
thug,
they
creep,
gon'
flip
it
all
tha
reep,
on
tha
midnight
streets,
where
they
play
foe
keeps,
so
fake
soldiaz
tha
end
Lay
hours
of
tha
end,
now
brothaz
are
schemin
tryin
to
break
tha
heart,
gotta
'lleviate
tha
problem
before
it
even
starts,
sit
back
relax
and
neva
losin
my
composure,
brotha
done
told
ya,
betta
beware.
Cuz
this
Mo
Thug
clique
got
plenty
soldiaz,
just
open
yo
eyes,
and
realize,
it's
gonna
be
Mo
Thug
till
I
die,
neva
hesitate
to
flip,
I
can
pin
you
all
and
in
disguises.
So
if
you
wanna
come
test,
definate
action
must
procede,
but
before
it
goes
down,
I
got's
to
alert
tha
rest
of
my
family
Yall
want
no
lovin
to
a
sista
flowin
bass
swish,
you
claim
to
be
tha
sweetest
but
tha
style
I
flex
is
crazy.
Never
again,
know
struggles,
see
Mo
Thug,
we
on
tha
rise,
everyday
I
feel
tha
swisha
as
my
method
of
tha
high.
No
won't
want
foe
money
or
a
place
to
eat
and
sleep,
ya
see
we
family
now,
comin
up
wit
tha
gat
pap,
done
wit
tha
heat,
crazy
friends,
out
ta
rolls,
wadn't
me
fathers
by
my
lonely,
before
a
sis
was
burnt,
flow
want
Mo
Thug,
Open
up
good
money
It
be
tha
Mo,
thuggish
buck
wit
bandits,
one
ah
me
soldiaz
just
can't
stand'em,
made
me
how
to
do
a
187
(187)
wit
ah
Mac
trench,
or
reactin
like
you
really
wanna
know
what's
happen,
down
wit
bucka,
yall
wit
me
strap,
and
dusta
be
duckin
cuz
I'm
blastin,
we're
fast
when
I
seen
(seen)
fake
ass
OG's
(OG'S).
I'm
ridin
me
(ridin
me),
Mo
Thug
is
where
I
be,
I'm
down
again
So
put'em
up,
best
ah
cock
dem
pistols,
fiend
to
dip
home,
gettin
shot
gone,
wit
this
next
fall,
with
this
next
fall
Tell
me
have
you
eva
had
this
fellin,
or
ah
vision,
that
you
played
a
major
part
in
ah
killin.
Tha
man
you
murdered,
let's
say,
for
instance
had
a
sickness
and
you
didn't
pull
da
trigger,
was
tha
gun's
hurta
ease
eye.
Tha
motive
was
death.
You
took
his
breath
without
a
second
guess,
his
chest
was
littered
wit
blood.
Then
prop
and
leased
ah
peanut
bag
along
wit
tha
shells,
from
tha
slugs.
And
when
they
finally
find
him
all
they
got
was
ah
snail,
and
tha
skug.
Now
further
endanger
tha
species,
cuz
these
Niggaz
they
plot,
they
rush
up
on
tha
block,
wit
shots,
from
fully
automatic
weaponry.
They
had
to
be
at
least
2 or
3 cars
deep,
then
all
da
suddenly,
one
came
up
and
gave
me
face
to
face
wit
came
in.
Come
around
my
way,
you
make
sense
feet'n
ya
in
tha
grave,
underneath
in
tha
car
found
It's
tha
hustla
wit
Hustlaz
poetically
known
as
Tony
Ton,
wit
them
thugstaz
and
Shifters,
Tru's
and
a
playa,
let
it
be
known,
that
we're
trues
wit
weapons,
double
are
steppin,
Mo
Thug
militant
soldiaz,
sucka
betta
feel
this
bass,
on
tha
real
this
fate,
don't
lease
us
in
this
clique,
now.
You
wanna
ride
and
die,
because
there's
hatred
in
your
eyes,
I'd
advise,
stay
wise,
betta
pray
to
God,
cuz
these
Scriptures
might
just
rip
yo
mental
straight
apart
it's
from
tha
heart.
Demons
that
drop
our
livez
got
plenty
sides,
realize,
they
fell
off.
So
many
wanna
roll,
but
oh
how
we
stroll,
they
neva
know
we're
guilty,
guilt,
so
let's
make
our
doe,
foe
sho'
This
Mo
Thug
Family
(this
Mo
Thug
Family)
(Repeat)
Scriptures,
we
keep'em
all
within
me
(we
keep'em
all
within
me)
(Repeat)
Layzie
(Stan
Howse)
No
competition.
And
I
gotta
get
mine,
so
scream
ah
Mo,
and
let
me
hear
ya
holla,
not
about
that
might
dolla,
roll
wit
tha
Bone,
Mo
Thugs
of
all
her,
changing
remaining
tha
same,
flamin
my
dank
and
drankin
brew,
thinkin
bout
that
hangin,
cleppin
my
back
and
thuggin
wit
trues,
fools,
you
know
we're
Mo
Thug
Family
(Mo
Thug
Family),
I
got
all
my
thugstaz
wit
me
(thugstaz
wit
me)
(Repeat)
Ken
Dawg
(Kendon
Anthony)
Hostin
ah
close
enough
foe
ya,
to
let
you
know
it's
do
or
die
foreva,
ridin
together,
to
tha
day
of
tha
stormy
weather.
Pleasure
and
pain,
is
all
in
this
trip,
all
these
Crips
could
flip,
as
these
all
Mo
Thugs
hits,
this
clique
are
soldiaz,
and
keep
it
real
until
tha
end,
some
green
in
tha
Hen,
and
we
need
in,
right
Let
sista
nip
this
in
tha
but
you
can't
face
wit
this
playa,
hellin
foe
rhymes,
sayin
this
Family
Scriptures
at
last
remain
this
stickin
that
punk
yo
bank
doe.
Hear
green,
or
comin
real
Little
C
bust'em.
Tru's
bringin
tha
drama
for
them
bustaz,
neva
no
bluffin,
no
question.
Gotta
run
my
game
tight,
neva
no
weak
link
when
a
sista
fall
victim.
Hit'em
wit
Cleveland
original
money
makaz
up
in
yo
system
It's
tha
Mo
Thug
Family
Scripture
we
singin
my
people
and
me,
you
betta
believe
tha
Family's
tree's
much
deepa
then
what
you
seein,
believin,
hey.
Gotta
give
ah
p'z
to
tha
land
and
sellin
my
halo,
gotta
stay
head
strong
foe
my
soldiaz,
like
I
told
ya
(Dear
Lord
can
you
help
me?)
when
you
at
peace.
Neva
to
fiend,
you'll
pray
foe
tha
peoplez
when
you
need'em
they
there.
Ya
betta
be
well,
mo
slug's
steppin,
wit
records
we
comin.
Wit
tha
Word
in
da
hull
just
teach
tha
people
no
knowin
ya
showin.
It's
Armageddon
again,
He
comin,
betta
be
ready
boy.
You
betta
be
teachin
yo
people
to
ride
up
tha
stairs,
to
pray,
Souljah
Boy
These
soldiaz
trapped
in
this
world,
don't
step
in
our
face
and
my
bullet's
pearl.
Fed
up
wit
these
hataz,
and
breakin
these
othaz
they
fakaz
and
fakaz
fade,
them
pullin
a
gat
on
Mo
Thug,
but
it
ain't
no
suckaz
this
lunatic,
where's
tha
ground,
betta
get
gone,
on
tha
dark,
cuz
tha
gat
flipped
and
roam,
and
havin
them
demons
makin
me
crazy,
know
tha
guage
can't
be
fucked
wit,
when
I'm
swangin
them
thangs,
in
front
of
outs
and
I'll
bust'em
in,
gotta
load
tha
clip,
when
I
rip
them,
slip
them
slugs
up
out
tha
chamber,
should'a
flexed
it
foe
me,
stranger
Krayzie
(Anthony
Henderson)
Busta,
you
in
danger,
tell'em
they
in
danger.
Ahh,
cops
are
quits,
I
take
it
dip
flippin
them,
realize,
what
ah
hit
you
have
misted.
Ah
testa
be
down
foe
tha
family
that
don't
give
no
betta
then
this.
Now
what
you
gonna
when
tha
Bone
get
murder
man,
you
playin
within
tha
game,
that's
why
can
train
and
prayin
everyday.
Family
neva
divided
you
hurtaz
be
fo
quit
tell
you
can
buy,
so
help
us
along,
we
leave'em
behind,
I
mean
we
tried
but
they
could
not
fall
in
line.
So
this
is
what
we
done
hell
into
they
didn't
this
everyone,
gimme
tha
real,
makin
tha
mill',
how
do
you
feel,
how
turn
me
round
Flesh
Steady
makin
me
town,
like
me
told
ya,
Mo
Thug
soldia
got
ya
back,
get
it
postin,
sellin
crown,
murdered
it
execution
style,
leavin'em
roasted
all
tha
while.
I'm
sippin
ya
hookaz
so
we
should
thinkin
'bout
don't
sloke
and
go
you
wonder
why,
niggaz
they
hate
me,
die.
And
where
my
family
motto
sky.
I
get
wit
tha
dry
tech
and
tha
Johnny
deep
on
tha
nuts
hang,
and
you
wanna
finally
get
betta
in
tha
heart
to
handle
tha
pression
cuz
my
nigga
shogun
let
test
weed
niggaz
predict.
Went
gone,
straight
Mo
Thug
and
hook
up,
and
they
want
tha
St.
Clair
Style,
how
we
do
it
always,
keep
foldin,
flippin
through
tha
pages
ah
literature
scripture's
weed
man
Tre'
Turn
we
come
to
play,
Mo
Thug
eternally,
no
unnecessary
tension
wit
Me.
My
Mo
Thug
Family
stays
beside
me,
behind
me,
leads
me
guides
me.
Ladies,
are
we,
eternal
Mo
Thug
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1 Intro
2 Ghetto Bluez
3 Mo' Murder
4 Take Your Time
5 Welcome to My World
6 Thug Devotion
7 Here With Me
8 No Pretender
9 II Tru
10 Family Scriptures
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