Try me, if you feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
[Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]
Load up your shit and get in the car [Come on, come on, come on.]. Come down to ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game. Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin' anything, and tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. I'm tellin' 'em, "That's the wrong way!" Can't say you thuggin', then be fake--nigga, that's the point I'm tryin' state in this case. But niggas ain't feelin' me, though. So yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up. Heard you woofin'--yeah, we heard em'--let us see them nuts. And then if he really jump, more power to you.
But no matter how it go, nigga we still gon' be bringin' it thug style to you--buckin'. Boo-yah! Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it's static, we gon' handle it however it come, and nigga, whoever it's from--sure ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with. If they human, then they ain't shit we can't control. And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigga ya die. Never fear no man. No matter the size--the bigger, the harder they fall. Got somethin' for all of y'all, especially cocky, 'cause TEC'll chop him up--now he ain't half the man he thought he was. I bet these niggas think, "They rappin' so they actin'." So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you, exactly at you.
Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
[Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]
Walk through my city: I see niggas watchin'--probably plottin', schemin' to rob me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. I'm sorry, not me. I staOh, I see the great mountains
Oh, I see the lofty mountains
OH I see the corries
I see the peaks under the mist
I see right away the place of my birth
I will be welcomed in a language which I understand
I will receive hospitality and love when I reach there
That I would not trade for tons of gold
I see woods there, I see thickets
I see fair, fertile fields there
I see the deer on the ground of the corries
Shrouded in a garment of mist
High mountains with lovely slopes
Folk abiding there who are customarily kind
Light is my step when I go bounding to see them
And I will remain a while there willingly
Composed by John Cameron (Ballachulish) in 1856
This tune evokes a mixture of emotions; it has often been played in funerals, including
John F.
Kennedy's in Arlington, Virginia, 1963