Текст песни No Pretender - Mo' Thugs
Damn
man,
I
see
all
them
mothafuckin
police,
dogg.
Mothafuckaz
Comin
down
here,
dogg,
fa
real.
They
only
way
down
this
Mothafucka,
now
I'm
gon'
serve
them
mothafuckaz.
It's
on
like
ah
Mothafucka,
dogg,
I'm
tellin
ya.
It
Ain't
down.
They
gettin
Tha...
Comin
on
dogg,
they
gettin
tha...
shit!
Pull
tha
shit.
Damn.
Here
dey
come,
dogg,
here
dey
Come
Krayzie
It's
gon'
be
that,
you
know?
Hell
yeah,
gimme
that
mothafucka,
man
(Let's
get
ready
for
these
Mothafuckaz).
These
bitches
and
Niggaz,
shit.
Let's
take
they
mothafuckin
head
off,
right
here,
Though,
it's
on.
Aight,
nigga
i'm
tryin
to
Load
this
mothafucka.
Damn,
nigga,
it's
comin
off.
It's
on.
It's
on.
What's
up?
What's
Up,
mothafucka
(you
mothafucka,
Fuck
you,
get
up)
Chorus
(Gimme
some
back
up)
(this
way,
that
way)
We
no
surrender,
we
no
Pretender,
we
bang
bang
(8x)
Jhaz
(from
II
Tru)
Get
right
surrenda,
no
pretenda,
II
Tru,
my
crew
come
thick.
Family
Behind
us,
you
don't
wanna
see
This
Mo
Thug
clique,
too
Swift
to
be
faded,
just
hated
by
them
foes,
throw
blows,
bow
down,
Hoes,
Mo
Thug
ghetto
this
life
Crawls,
I'm
too
cold.
Neva
Catch
me
slippin,
mothafucka
set
up.
II
Tru
to
my
dyin
day,
rollin
Wit
A.J.,
Mo
Thug
love,
nigga
What.
You
got
yo
blue
suit,
yo
got
yo
nine,
but
if
you
pop
one
Time,
my
true's
comin
back
up
tight
And
I'm
ah
end
minds
eye.
Nothin,
but,
one
ah
tha
best
Females,
pumpin
in
yo
hear,
fillin
tha
air,
wit
nothin
but
potent
Ass
bust
males
Tombstone
(from
Graveyard
Shift)
We
strap
wit
Bone
and
ah
dick,
on
tha
what's
of
tha
rank,
strapped
Wit
ah
38
and
tech
hey
man,
How
we
love
them
techs,
ain't
gotta
dump
'em.
But
when
we
find
tha
Mothafuckin
snitch,
lynch
him,
Head
straight
foe
tha
ditch,
victim,
see
we
gotta
snake
tha
snitch,
Goin
to
tha
cut
so
we
can
brake
ah
Bitch.
How
you
wanna
tha
nigga
red
on
his
blue
suit,
fryed
when
he
Die,
let's
show
tha
nigga
he
could
Neva
ride
or
fuck
wit
tha
soldiaz,
they
glide,
on
tha
Clair
side
Runnin
wit
guages,
flippin
ya
pages,
Fuck
tha
cages,
should
ah
known
not
to
fuck
wit
tha
thugs
them
Militant.
Hell
yeah,
we
chill,
but
we
ill
To
tha
sense
of
livin.
Still
can't
help
tha
way
we
roll,
in
tha
Land
so
cold,
everybody
singin
tha
devil
Song
along
tha
road
Boogie
Nikke
(from
Poetic
Hustlaz)
I'm
takin
tha
lives
of
all
them
seargents,
luitenants,
we
pin
this.
How
far,
while
you
runnin
to
go,
when
You
test
us,
we
test
nuts,
Boy.
Betta
part
tha
sea
and
pin
tha
scriptures,
we're
breathin.
Gotta
get'em
where
it
hurt,
gotta
get
Their
kids
first,
I'm
ah
sell
Then
beat
tha
envy
in
me.
I'm
wantin
yo
soul
to
burn
in
hell
and
Dwell
until
tha
past
they
beat
you
There.
Yo
family
was
sold
to
Follow,
as
I
complete
my
into,
on
yo
people.
God
bless
tha
chilren
Though,
it
was
business
neva
Personal,
betta
pray
to
tha
Lord
foe
yo
soul
on
tha
way
through
tha
tunnel
of
tha
light,
can
You
see
me,
see
me
Krayzie
Boy
you
betta
me,
tru
people,
fiendin,
feelin
when
they
cough
and
Top
drop,
their
box
lock
shot.
Toss'em
in
tha
back
ah
tha
Hearse,
and
I
wish
I
could
watch
tha
cops'
crooked
body
rottin.
Thugs,
wit
all
them
time
(time).
Take
over
tha
world,
collect
Tha
mind,
all
tha
nigga
boys
and
girls
and
pearls
to
anotha
Dimension,
but
it
really
is
just
us,
fuck
tha
System.
It's
ya,
feel'em
and
Ah,
cuz
I
ain't
got
time,
to
be
fuckin
wit
street
week
leak
in
Mine.
And
always
cool
to
be
thuggin
on
99,
my
parlay
be
bustin
tha
niggaz
that's
on
tha
ground.
Niggaz
try
To
creep
up
on
ah
come
up,
but
I
Betcha
nigga
come
my
way,
you
sprayed,
you
knew
he
was
real,
we
Really
do
smoke
blunts,
we
do
All
tha
old
stuff,
fuck
cops
a
whole
bunch.
So
they
wanna
die,
so
We
fiend
to
kill'em
at
tha
cut,
we
Chop
him
up
wit
tha
m-11,
I
feel
tha
pain,
we
get
de
guage
you
g
Be,
fuckin
soldia,
niggaz
is
sho',
we
Got
tha
real
shit
foe
ya.
Neva
respect'em
ready
to
blow'em
out
tha
Town
now,
come
one
yall,
we
Take
a
pow
pow
dey
guaged,
dey
guaged,
we
spray,
dey
lay
dey
lay,
What
a
wonderful
day.
But
get
Up,
buck,
we
fuck'em
on
up,
when
they
pull
ya
to
tha
side
and
they
Try
to
put
tha
cuffs
on.
That's
ah
Perfect
time
to
get
it,
pump,
then
you
reach
up
in
tha
glove
foe
ya
'Posed
and
get
ya
bust
on.
Let'em
Feel
tha
round
or
hear
tha
sound
of
tha
12
guage
eruption,
Destruction
we
made.
Now
tha
playa
gets
Do,
and
we
got
yo
pay,
yo
pay
Chorus
![Mo' Thugs - Family Scriptures](https://pic.Lyrhub.com/img/f/t/p/w/mpNomOwpTf.jpg)
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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