Intro/insanity

Boogy Nikke
Yeah uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh uh-huh/Three hustlas was born up in this world of evil sanity/Humanity's gone up in them suckas tryin to trigger me/Figure me out hell naw it'll never happen/Still cappin em suckas I got the tear to show I love it muthafucka never once was I hesitant to handle this type of situation gimme the grip/I'll smoke this nigga let's waste him

Tony Tone
I'm a hustla St. Clair nigga bustin caps if I have to niggas that's talkin that shit I'm a flip don't make me kill ya smokin those buckin no hoes that's how I roll ready to ride just bring your guns I blaze the blunts to get high/Til I die I'm hustlin thrifty never sleep I creep up at your window/To snatch your soul then take your cash and bail up outta there let's go

Mo! Hart
Best known for my flippin skills/I'm rollin niggas causin ruckus so ya best-a chill eliminatin' all suckas/At all costs I pay to be the boss/So come on we'll play your game but it won't be our lives takin the loss/Sendin your body into hellified convulsions/Makin you wish that you had done early mornin devotion

-Flesh n Bone-Chorus-
These St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland Poetic Hustla'z brang/And suddenly all of my gang from C-town runnin get beat down with bats and chains

Boogy Nikke
Now you can tell there's a time on a brother if you wanna/Now be willin to face the consequences if I show ya behind the scenes of a genius I's a hustla muthafucka never trust ya for nothin' because you bustas hatin hustlas/You're suckas for one I can fuck your bitch for two and it's true and it's true

Flesh n Bone
Like TNT my crew blew up/Nothin for you but destruction hella combustion now let me tell you somethin/If you ain't down with the clique start shit and I'm dumpin pump pump with the Mossy shotty thought that they got me but I'm a roll so dare step up and my pistol grip pump will instead anybody better beware don't stare/When I'm bailin' down your block you stop you look and then may soon drop way back in the day they called me B.D. Raw/I'm tryin' to stop any who forgot that he once stabbed me turned his back on Stack in the bloodshed/I stop em and make sure they don't come back

Tony Tone
Murder crawls on the streets I roll with heat and watch my back at all times for the shyste muthafucka's tryin' to sneak and take what is mine/Remember this don't let me bring that hole up outta your soul/When it's time to roll my St. Clair niggas'll point with straight up gun control ammunition that'll blow you away/You niggas test got blessed when you lay in your grave cause crime pays

Mo! Hart
Callin' me out on the dance floor nigga you know we bout to prance but the outcome ain't shit close to what you planned/Mesmerizin your ass left in total confusion should've read the instructions good cause youre losin/I never bother nobody until they bother me/Especially now cause I'm in this fuckin industry

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Boogy Nikke
Giddy-up muthafucka fore I dust ya/You aint got the heart to drink the blood I can't trust you muthafucka/Hotta know who I'm rollin with be soldiers for me the B-double O-G yeah/I'm in your veins now nigga what you wanna do?/I run everything from Mississippi from the bitches to you/I got my clip packed straight in my hip ready to dip on them suckas that be set trippin rippin and dippin

Mo! Hart
Commonly known to the po's nigga my name is Mo (Mo)/Don't ever get the impression that I'm some kind of hoe/Cause once you cross that line you'll be the victim of your own demise/This means you're gonna die for fuckin' with a cool-ass little nigga like me just throw up your right fist when I roll through your streets/Didnt wish to be violent but don't think that I'm tame muthafucka wake his ass with a bang

Tony Tone
Niggas is pissin me off/So my actions are based on reality society makes this world we live in today a fuckin tragedy niggas is killin each other for the root of all evil/The same sequel back in the days you wanna get paid you had to do some evil/ Anything that make your life go forward run over what's not in order Mo Thug's in charge we're rebels and St. Clair soldiers comin' from these Cleveland streets we can't be beat you slip and we will really harm ya/Mothafucka you slip and we will harm ya harm ya harm ya

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