[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 1]
C'mon, c'mon, c'mon, c'mon
Wake up in the morning, glorious to see (what?)
Then I hit the streets knowin that I got beef
So since I got beef it make sense to pack the heat
Ain't no debate be (?) publicly
Yeah, I'm a rider call me R-K-C, ambassador, diplomet officially
Ride with my team, the Thugline regime
Evil side regulated, smash, crash, tell me food stamp this game dig us?
Yeah, and tryin to be sneaky
Askin everybody that think I know 'em for my number to beep me
On my pager to beep me
And I sense they negative energy
Feelin like some gangsta, gangsta shit to me
Don't matter where you go it's psycho my flight flown
To the bottoms in Miami got off the plane like Rhinos
Sweaty in this humidity, high
My thugs, hit the club, scene it's crackin tonight
Come on, what, what, said it's crackin tonight
Come on, Thugline make it crack tonight
Yeah huh-uh, huh-uh, come on, come on
[Chorus]
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real {4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline
[Verse 2]
All night long we ain't goin to sleep
Beat these motherfuckin streets with heats and break beats
Make my way through the door, four rounds bar man
My niggaz on one, he snuck a (?) can in
The latest edition to some tight shit is spinnin
Hey DJ, you workin with that equipment
Proceed to stagger through the crowd, blowin one
Ladies in abundance nigga seven to one
Back of the straps, tattoos, holding some Hennessey
I got my partner Krayzie Bone there go one for me
I broke from the camp post tellin baby this and that
She told me about herself she want to model and act
I'm seeing other eyes, but I'm trying to lock this
Who could really blame me about those ass and hips?
She say she got some folks, Young Dre what the deal?
Let's cut this night short take them back up the hill
[Chorus]
Thugline, Thugline, come Ride The Thugline {2x}
All day (day), keep it real, keep it real, keep it real [4x}
And all night (night), yeah, yeah, yeah
[Verse 3]
I gets a rush, thinkin bout the fools that we crush
And my little locs is down to bust, and makin a fuss
All up in my pockets they gangsta hatin on us
First round that we (?) now we adding a plus
Live just to die know you know itâ