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![The music video to Three 6 Mafia - Push em off [Not best quality]Hook x4Push 'em off, push 'em off in hereChorus x10Push 'em off, tear it upPush 'em off in here(lord infamous)You better back up off thisWe got custom made coffinsI got a bird restin' on my deskUp in my officeI gotta make it babeMiss rate meMake you niggas hate meIm goin' flossin' through these last daysMy life is crazyYou call the army, the marinesYou better call the navyIt's kaiser sosate from the thugsAnd we were nominatedBecause the nigga take his slavesUp in the home of the greatWe gonna push the magic buttonDon't nobody behaveSo get buck, get boogie, get wild, get naughtyWe the thugs out of hellAnd he sent us to partyLord infamous plus the three 6 are pumpin in my bloodTear this oneKeepin' me soberTearin' at the clubsKickin' tables, knockin' over chairs, gloves in the airSexy darears checkin' everywhere (? )Off on the scrilla grindSo I gotta lose my mindTear da club up thugsGhetto love till the end of timeChorus x10(dj paul)I'm finally busta freefrom my enemies, nigga pleaseGot my cheese lucky from tennessee, hennessyI be need only real, feel meBusta bust until he bleedif you hear meHolla if you hear meCall you boys get your crewWhat you wanna doDial in, I wizon wizon better get your gizonGizon is always fizonFizon is still wizonWizon all the womenDiss on, diss onNow picture me wrongUp behind youWhere'd I find youWith a 40 cal.Like the silent styleOn my way now to rodmans houseNever happy, keep on rappin'Got you hot, on the dotIn the beer boySet up scoresPlus our record spotsCatch me not, indy potBig away your stash potGot me gun, in me crotchBurnin' cause the barrels hotRatta tatta tatta tatta tatta tatta boomTo the (? ? ) no winnin'Since I do rule, boyChorus x10(Juicy J)I'm about to elbow a nigga, elbow a niggaCock the gun and pull back the trigger, pull back the triggerMeetiing in the parking lotI always wear mouth a lotWe can go toe to toeTo the floor, on the spotHope this spot is well standedLeft and right is how I panicWith a chrome anna canonPeepin' game and now were standin'Only land game I hatedJealous cause we clockin' paperPlus I used to hackAnd now I'm ridin' fool, I'll see you laterNow I see you muggin' in my faceWhen I'm ridin' upSay you saw the late nite video and tear da club upHopin' and wishin'That the mafia is finishedHo yeah knowWe was in it to win itAnd to you dirty freaks, paperchasin'Now you on that jockWe don't want the bluntsThat you lacin', that be gettin' you highBut I got a knife in my pocketWould I roll it onLet the steamAbout to cut yaGet a hustleGet ya own, foolChorus x10(repeats till end)Push 'em off x8Tear it up x8](http://img.youtube.com/vi/4H0XhyaDDzk/2.jpg)
![u know da deal Joe Budden - When Thugs Cry Lyrics[Chorus]How can you just leave me standin'alone in a world that's so coldmaybe I'm just too demandin'maybe I'm just like my father too boldmaybe I'm just like my mothershe's never satisfiedwhy do we scream at each otherthis is what it sounds like when thugs cry[Verse 1](yo) First off I got a seed comin'so I won't even front like I don't need nothin'dependin' on record sales for me to seesomethin'but if that fall back how the fuck I'm supposed to feed little BuddenI been to jail beforeI been a bum beforebut a nigga ain't never had a son beforeI dealt with caine and fireI done banged with fightersbut I ain't never changeda diaperI ain't readyever since I signed niggas been on my backlike mouse what up, when I'm gettin' on the trackandso the hood hates mefigured they be much kinder like Joe congradulations and we comin' right behind yaeverybody in thehood I dapsays I'm responible for everybody in the hood that rapsthey don't like how I do shitsay I changedI'm thesame nigga that ya'll went to high school withafter all these years I'm still the same drug addictand it's fucked up I'msober with them same drug habitsI still pinch, thief, con and lie, rob, shootdifference now is I ain't highCats is aftermeatleast I got a crew to warn meI don't like walkin' around with this 32 on meatleast my mans is realatleast myfamily's thereis it worth rappin'the answers yeah but I don't know...[Chorus][Verse 2]yo I'm a survivorI seen darker daysa mama's boy with my father's waysbut I had to see my mom in tearswhen pop wentto the store for them newports that he must ain't find in yearsmy little brother lives in the same stateI ain't knowthatI got a little brotherI didn't know thatsee I was never told thatif so I'd of been at the door with a basketballand a kodaklove my baby moms to deathshe don't believe thatshit I ain't never there for her to see thatdon't wannalose my wizbeggin' her to do this bidnot jail but this music shitand I know your family hate me but we come farjustus against the world unarmedme and my girlfriendcome a time when your mind ain't right and you (??)and you get usedto not being used toI'm cool with where the lord placed mebut I hold my heat and pray I never have to take it offsafetyI pray for all my niggas pinchin' on the curbJersey City will get the recognition it deservesI pray for my son,he'll have genes like mepray that he don't have to go through everything like mepray to God to bring out the things Inever knew I had in methe rest of my mom and dad in me (uh huh)[Chorus]](http://img.youtube.com/vi/U2c7zhQgkTY/2.jpg)
![When Thugz Cry by Tupac and Bizzy Bone.---[Tupac]Born thuggin and lovin the way I came upBig money clutchin, bustin while evadin cocaine bustsMy pulse rushin, send my pulse into insanityShout at my cousin now we bustin if they yo' familyThe coppers wanna see me buried, I ain't worriedI got a line on the D.A. cause I'm fuckin his secretaryI black out and start cussin, bust 'em and touch 'em allThey panic and bitches duckin, I rush 'em and fuck 'em allI'll probably be an old man before I understandwhy I had to live my life with pistols close at handKidnapped my homey's sister, cut her face up badThey even raped so we blazed they padAutomatic shots rang out, on every blockThey puttin hits out on politicians, even cops, I ain't lyinThey got me sleepin with my infrared beamsAnd in my dreams I hear motherfuckers screaminWhat is the meaning, when thugs cry?[Chorus: Bizzy Bone]This is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [3X]This is what it sounds likewhen thugz cry, when thugz cryThis is what it sounds like, when thugz cry [4X]This is what it sounds likewhen thugz cry, when thugz cry[Tupac]Heh.. maybe my addiction to friction got me bugginWhere is the love? Never quit my ambition to thugAin't shed a tear since the old school years of elementaryNiggaz I used to love, enclosed in penitentiariesBut still homey keep it real, how does it feelto lose your life, over somethin that you did as a kid?You all alone, no communication, block on the phoneDon't get along with yo' pop, and plus your moms is goneWhere did we go wrong? I put my soul in the songto help us grow at times, but now our minds are goneWe went from brothers and sisters, to niggaz and bitchesWe went from welfare livin, to worldwide richesBut somethin changed in this dirty game, everything's strangeLost all my homies over cocaine.. mayneSee they ask me if I shed a tear, I ain't lieSee you gotta get high or die, cause even thugs cry[Chorus][Tupac]And all I see is these paranoid bitches, illegal adventuresBustin motherfuckers with uppercuts, I leave 'em with denturesCause in my criminal mind, nobody violates the DonI write your name on a piece of paper, now your family's goneWhy perpetrate like you can handle my team?So merciless that my attack'll take command of your dreamsLeavin motherfuckers drownin in they own bloodClownin takin pictures laterLaugh bout the punk bitches, that turned snitchesRegulate my area, the terror I representMakin yo' people disappear, you wonderin where they went?Am I cold or is it just I sold my soul?Addicted to these streets, never find true peace I'm toldCome take my body God, don't let me suffer any longerSmoke a pound of marijuana, so I know it ain't longWhere is the end to all my misery, is there a close?I suppose that's why I murder my foes, when thugs cry[Chorus][Tupac over Chorus]I shed tattooed tears for yearsfor my dead homeboys and my prison peersY'all ain't never heard my criesNow you wonder why would you die?[Chorus]](http://img.youtube.com/vi/WBQP9KbABW4/2.jpg)
![~~~~~~~~~~~ĦØŖĶŅǕŁŀ~ĐǾƠĢŸ~~~~~~~~~~~~~~Bone Thugz N Harmony - shots to the double glockall rights reserved ©Lyrics:Shotz To Tha Double Glock Bone Thugs-N-Harmony lyricsOoooooooooooo....killa [x2]If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's rideTony Tone roll with Bone on the dark sideBut when you come just bring your guns witchaIf your a busta niggas gone have fun witchaSo nigga don't get me wrong, my niggasSwang them thangs, bang some brainsSlangin' yayo, it all remains the sameStep and you'll catch some buck shotsMurder one on the Clair my glock glockMo thugs whats up nigga get droppedPut 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop nowNigga that I thug wit' killPop to tha chest how does it feelAnd nigga we peel capsPap, fit to get your wig cracked backKillin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya wouldTry to get some, redrum, bitchNigga don't test my hoodA first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave diggaDiggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitchAnd them snitches in the pit, so don't fuck withThem niggas off the 9 9The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every timeNigga beware cuz here come the ClairMobbin' like them soldiersWatch me fold yaFor actin' like somebody never told yaSo off we go, to the bloody rowTryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shotGivin' props to the double glockPump pump when I let my shell downHit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dashYa reach for the gauge and mashYell out 187 and blastNigga don't test nuts your luck's fuckedYou feelin' up right for the bone yardThuggin' off with the graveyard shiftThen comin' up blow your whole card, bitchScandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop'sWe rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop popYou better be ready for this thug styleKrayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked nowWe straight up the glock glockWell don't get your wig's split nowEast 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darksideBetta grab your pop, niggas beTrippin' and flippin' as soon they get out187 you're caught in a murderNiggas up to no goodUh oh, fuck noThey never could fuck with a thug hoPop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x4]Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggasRippin bucks up bloody clothesGaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and fuck 'em downBuckin' them coppas downRound after round after roundBloody bodies badges spread out on the groundAin't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peaceI guess you got ta sufferReady to pip hollow point tip, got your wig splitThey made your bodyOnce you hunt my victims on a missionFlippin' livin' on a darker sideCreepin' on your homicideLet my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by,Boogie Nikke's on a night rideThuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipeThuggin down the double glockTryin' to get my serve onWatchin' my back while six-five try to roll onBut one to the suckas head and two up in his bodyNow peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside meWe jumpin' up rough from the hoodWe bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooksCould tell we be fatal, ready to rollKnow we willing and ableRollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my labelMurda dem, never come againWhen the scandalous niggas set upBloody nigga trues be on my levelEighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghettoNigga don't take the wrong turnor you will enter the hood and were spittinso cover your domeAt a cut where the thugs and hustlas roamCleveland BrownsDogg Pound hoes, it's onLet's begin in the mix, of a Clair playerYou're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitchCause them thugs, sendin' them slugsLeavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say whatDon't make me go in my trenchNigga ya got me bentAll fucked up,your luck's up, you gotta get sentTo your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...It's them thugs runnin' amuck,on none but a slug all up in the territoryNever divide, go nationwide with the buck buckSo where you at where you atI'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck backputtin em Koolaid hatsIn ta the graveyardPumped up betta get downThugs'll be glad ta tear aroundFoe sombody gets fuckedYa still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wannaWham ya wit a tec-9Now bitch press yo luckPop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x16]~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~~](http://img.youtube.com/vi/y9B-5GRYIOw/2.jpg)
![Krayzie:All over the world.All across the nation. We all across the nation.Thugs all over the world. All over the world.All across the nation. We all across the nation.Krayzie:Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us.You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball upyour knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bombback at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'malways ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you're tryin'to prove that you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs?Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas.Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex anddisrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. Uh-huh[uh-huh]. I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. But,man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. Nigga, youtry run up on me, then I gotta shot your head off. I'm keepin' a gun on medaily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it.Krayzie:All over the world.All across the nation. We all across the nation.Thugs all over the world. All over the world.All across the nation. We all across the nation.Treach:As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know howthese dirty judge get thirty, do ya? They must be shady, baby, naw just maybe astunt. The greatest producers, and didn't mention KayGee once? The greatestgroups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by notnamin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you ******s better stop. Blaze thepage out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin'rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. Bringtroops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees andboostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's thepredator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year, proof thatthey're easy to swallow, and I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein'tomorrow. Thugs all over the world!Krayzie:All over the world.All across the nation. We all across the nation.Thugs all over the world. All over the world.All across the nation. We all across the nation.Krayzie:Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'boutthey paper. Handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. Knewwhat I had to do. Said,](http://img.youtube.com/vi/6raYthwMbNw/2.jpg)
