Krayzie
  I'm representin' muthafuckin' Thugline nigga, in 1999/ You muthafuckers wanna
  find the real thugs and hustlas, nigga?
  Come to the muthafuckin' ghetto where we from/ Now we're the real thugs
  -Refrain-
  This how we livin' these days (And this is for my gangsta, gangsta, gangsta/ And
  that one's for my thugsta, thugsta, thugsta)
  Krayzie
  Nigga, these days, we kill you much quicker to get us some paper/ You feelin'
  me?
  These days, you gotta be packin' a gun; Everybody your enemy/ These days, it's
  every nigga for they self
  Cuz it ain't no such thing as friends and wealth, so nice niggas get left/ And
  that's why
  these days, you gotta be raw out here on the streets/ Tell 'em, these days
  You can't be fuckin' with niggas that's weak/ And these days, no tellin' when
  you'll meet your coffin
  I seen it too often, that's why fuck flossin' I take caution/ Don't trip, shit
  if you're rich, you're rich
  Cuz if you slip, somebody waitin' to get at you/ Grab your cash and split your
  shit
  These days, stay on the low-low and away from po-po/ Unless you're ready to pull
  
  your fo'-fo' and blow/ How come these days niggas wanna be the Don of the mob?
  They claim it, but they never qualify for the job/ These days
  We bustin' at muthafuckers quicker, simply cuz it's 1999, nigga....
  -Refrain-
  K-Mont
  Hey yo, I'm straight out of the bricks, and y'all ain't worthy to serve me/ I'm
  the type to jump out your bushes and bust you
  with the 30,30 You want beef? I pack pistol packin' utilities/ I'm the type of
  nigga that'll send letterbombs to all my enemies
  I can't even walk to the airport for bein' who I was/ The police all on my dick,
  because they recognize a thug/ Nigga,
  We tryin' to get money, we don't respect the police/ Until us thugs unite, it
  ain't gon' never be no peace/ Niggas be goin' to
  school with nothin' but murda on they mind; givin' a fuck about teachers/
  Bustin' shotguns and 9's/ Picture the scenes
  And screams and everybody runnin'/ Get on your knees, and pray nigga, cuz the
  Son of the Lord is comin'
  Asu
  You know I came in time; that's my frame of mind/ Now I'm able to separate the
  deaf from the weak, dumb, and the blind
  Niggas can't get none of mine/ Not even some of mine/ Just cuz you got on a
  watch, nigga, don't mean you know the time
  You stagnatin'/ You fags hatin' my motion/ From ocean to ocean, my magic potion
  is devotion/ The nerve to hate what I
  deserve to do wasn't a curse/ It was a signal; that's why that ass crashed,
  forgot to put on your blinker/ R.W.I.: rollin' while
  infatuated/ I graduated; now I want my Masters/ Y'all done agitated disaster,
  and at every end's a start/ I slip in the art with
  my heart and soul/ It's smart to roll, but dumb to come/ Don't become the one I
  fold like a lawnchair/ You shouldn't have
  gone there/ What's the deal with the long stares? What's the purpose, jokers on
  earth surface to surface, and any problem is
  handled with same-day service? Come on, come on, come on...
  -Refrain-
  Bam
  We run the blocks, stop the clocks, told the coppers to not set trip; it's our
  spot/ Gave y'all shots, and let the drama pop
  Don't escalate the 4-5-9, it's why we dead or alive/ Point of survival/ Let's
  get points with real niggas lives/ But you only see
  raw meat on streets; these niggas love their heat/ Nowadays all bustas wanna
  thug like me
  You see it be those ways that was so simple/ Execution style to gristle/ From
  the chair, heard 'em
  whistle for my nigga/ Mental is money, murda, ridin', dumpin'
  Head back to all of y'all since every niggas are hard and provin' they got the
  bigger balls
  Scared of the laws, told what he saw and what he lookin' like/ Broke him off in
  the midnight
  I spared his life I said this shit is tight
  -Refrain-