Handle the Vibe

This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue ligh A yo they comin' to get Rip? Equipped wit' my sawed-off, polish it off until its replenished Soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous especially 357 me catch you Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You crept and you came Ain't shit changed, M11's grenades and an AK-47s, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet on the real, it's all the way to the bank And you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon You can conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus He done creepin' deep, puttin those to sleep 'til raise up on my enemy. Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt, spread 400 years of oppression Spread the message I ain't finishes, diminished you so-called critics So fuck them billboards and the billboard status can kick it You fucked up for a while for today, but that was a trial Man, and I don't know how, style through with them crowds And now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting my people to gather around Remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town, and only a bitch would bite that we can't allow Gotta go claim my style, ready to beat you down Hittin them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready Buck them flames, aim for the pressure point, a point where I break your head in. I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your city and people be pinnin me, yo, but some nigga just told me He put in your record, and you was disrespectin' off the T-O-P Should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go seek 'em and found Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, nigga, who wild? "What an incredible style," that's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get it, down We see that you fucked with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass down Whenever you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club Ready slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk, if I got it, we claim mo. Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us Buck you to Hell, and we're stickin' you, doin' it, thinkin' you scared when the St. Clair niggas bust Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk Nigga tried a 211, fucked around, got 187 Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody but them T-H-U-G's With artillery, we come with heat. Nigga, please, freeze Put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe And these are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya and You're gonna die. As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. Now, hation season is ceasin', agree nigga. Let this be the reason: Niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cap that thug who raps, steady put down, pay me Criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna test nuts? nigga hear this My niggas are down With murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now bet he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same But Artillery shop, we stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon Ready for the war all day, won't action, playa hation steady, we sprayin Hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop The government's all on my dick, wanna see Lil Lay Bone drop You see the policemen they give me no break Fin to rest in Peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks I got mo' money up outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks Refuse the peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come on. When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs/harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us. Fuckin around on wicked streets I grew up on, wanna sound like us And none of you do. We come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for every heat you bring You shoot, we shoot Better watch out Watch out for them thugsta nigga, niggas sneakin' up on you I told You: it's comin'--Armageddon If we get our shit together Bitches ain't nothin', we none Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know We gettin' our shit together Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya go, ya go! Ya go!