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Mr. Ouija Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up So to all you busters out there, beware [Chorus 4x] Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves [Krayzie] Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thing to click click, bitch, gimme your shit Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside And I can't escape, some say it's a phase If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge It's a raid. Put your face to pave If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels,
