"HEART OF IT"
SCANT featuring Layzie Bone
[Heartbeat. Heartbeat monitor. Commotion.]
Layzie Bone/Scant:
We thuggish ruggish niggas always, always, always . . .
Straight from the heart . . .
[Hey, na, na, na, na, na, na . . .]
Scant:
Everybody wanna piece of our click, even the niggas that's talkin' shit,
all our on dick. [Mo Thug . . .] Better get your woman, get the fuck
gone, and leave us alone. You ready for war, nigga? I'm ready.
Well, consider yourself dead when a infrared beam shinin' on your forehead,
enough said. He lay dead. We want you niggas to realize without
doubt, no head, your body will crumble. That's why we tell you, be
humble in this game of fortune and fame. We done never change for nothin'
in the world. We live for the baby boys and girls. We brought
'em to the Promised Land. We done had this dream since little men.
Can you understand? So how can you knock us, won't stop us, for
livin' dreams? It really seems you's a hater for tryin' to play us.
It really don't cost but a dime to stay the fuck outta mine, 'cause
you always find, 'cause I'm that scandalous playa [playa] ah, gettin' down
for his grind [grind].
Layzie Bone/Scant:
Bone got the brainpower. Mo Thug got the muscle.
[The heart of it all. The heart of it all.]
I said Bone got the brainpower. Mo Thug got the muscle.
Layzie:
Scant-O. Scant-O.
Layzie Bone:
Niggas say my music ain't art. Nigga, it's from the heart.
Bitch, we bawlin'. Niggas pray they can see us fallin', but the
liquor just keep callin' me, haulin' me to the front of line, makin' me thinkin'
about dyin'. I'm tryin' to keep, keep my composure. Nigga, I
showed you bitch, we soldiers ready for battle. Rattle my tail like
a snake, when you hate. Cross my family--nigga you made a mistake.
I'm at your wake. Now, wake up. I done keep it the same
ol', ask my cousin Scant-O, blame your losses on these bosses. We
flawless and nigga we claim Mo, mighty Mo Thug that is, put it on my kids.
Nigga, the real deal, meet us in the field. Nigga, we kill through
the heart. Who's smart? Nigga, who started this? It's me--#1,
#1 with a gun [#1 with a gun] bloody redrum.
Layzie Bone/Scant:
Bone got the brainpower. Mo Thug got the muscle.
[The heart of it all. The heart of it all.]
I said Bone got the brainpower. Mo Thug got the muscle.
Scant:
You know, we soldiers, we soldiers. Let 'em know.
We soldiers, we soldiers. We told ya.
Niggas don't realize it's the almighty Mo.
Layzie:
Scant-O. Scant-O.
Scant:
I'm kickin' in your door and I'm lettin' every nigga know if you wanna
play a part, you gotta have heart. This organization can't stand playa
hation, now. Do you believe? Wanna achieve your goal? Don't turn
around and sell the devil your soul. Use every piece of energy, you
feelin' me? Is you feelin' me? Niggas wanna have this power
to do they thang. Bang. No brains, no power. The mission's
about to go sour--I give it a hour. Bone got the brainpower, us thugs
got the muscle. Let's put this puzzle together, and you know, what
we comin' up with? A organization that can never be fucked with.
Bitch, you know like I know--it's all about the mighty Mo Thugs. We
smokin' much bud, and givin' you real niggas love, y'all. United we
stand, divided we fall. Mo Thug will always stay strong, and peace
to the end of the road. I'm gone.
Layzie Bone/Scant:
Bone got the brainpower. Mo Thug got the muscle.
[The heart of it all. The heart of it all.]
I said Bone got the brainpower. Mo Thug got the muscle.
Scant:
We soldiers, we soldiers.
We soldiers, we told ya.
Layzie:
Scant-O. Scant-O.
Layzie [with Scant]:
That's from the heart, baby. [From the heart.] Scant-O [Layzie],
Lil' Lay. What's happenin'? [Baby, we be puttin' our all in here, baby.]
That's how we do it. [I love you, nigga.] You know, I love
you, nigga. From the heart, nigga [from the heart], the heart of it
all. [Much love to all our babies out there.] Buck, buck, [Rest
in peace Tombstone.] but I ain't gon' hit you with the last buck, 'cause
we got heart for ya. But don't make me. [Kiss his ass good night.]
[Kiss. Heartbeat.]
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