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!