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,