"MIGHTY MO THUG"
SOULJAH BOY featuring Layzie Bone

Souljah Boy:
Mo . . .
'Cause we must be, must be Mo Thug [gotta be Mo Thug].
I said it must be, must be, yeah, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [gotta mighty Mo Thug].
I said it must be, must be, gotta be, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [It's got to be . . .].
I said it must be, must be, yeah, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [It's got to be . . . yeah].

Souljah Boy:
I'm a hit it with the thang y'all.  Bright, ya'll, leave your lights on, I'm headed for the background, when I'm runnin', threw a touchdown, like my crew, wonder how we doin' it to prove it.  Guess who, and it's this doin' nothin' but the quick pull-ups, and you get full of some bullets snitch split, put that ass in ditch, flip, (...?...).  You're dead.  I'm too swift.  Lit your block up like Christmas trees, you offendin' me.  You were no kin to me.  You my enemy.  As a matter of fact, you off key, and all I see is all I'll be.  Fin to jack those, lookin' for the backdoor, fin to act up, when you got robbed, you ain't fast enough.  Take ten paces back and watch me blast shit up.  Enough about my section, without directions, got to catch 'em, got to fetch 'em like a dog would do.  Roof, roof.  You oughta be amazed and dazed at all the shit I've been through.  That's why I pick you to be the listener, bendin' the rules that I be makin'.  Think they're real, but they're fakin'.  I'm a killa, cap peeler, the realer.  Bow down, and I'm about to get with ya, sit back with the guys, smoke a Swisha, motivate and contemplate how I'm a have to go get ya [multiple personality].  I'm a keep it on the realer, so you can feel the straight up pain [straight up pain] that's with it [that's with it].

Souljah Boy:
'Cause we must be, must be Mo Thug [gotta be Mo Thug].
I said it must be, must be, yeah, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [gotta mighty Mo Thug].
I said it must be, must be, gotta be, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [It's got to be . . .].
I said it must be, must be, yeah, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [It's got to be . . . yeah].

Souljah Boy:
Now, see me y'all, I got much style, Souljah Boy in the house with the big mouth.  Make your chick bow low down.  Now, who's the girl in my (?), then I roll out.  Let them know now that, um, you distur-, -turbed in the brain.  It isn't worth it--to battle me it'll take fists, but believe it: we can hurt you, sharp pains to your chest, man, layin'.  "Oh, you think we're impressed with your thing?"  I can see straight through you like water.  Souljah Boy, Mo Thug be ready for the slaughter [deadly].  Little nigga hear the fall out, it's gonna cost ya [it's gonna cost ya] in a coffin, and aroused up [gotcha], tossed up.  Bust the lead, bring the guns.  If you're hittin' hard, I be hittin' hard.

Souljah Boy:
'Cause we must be, must be Mo Thug [gotta be Mo Thug].
I said it must be, must be, yeah, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [gotta mighty Mo Thug].
I said it must be, must be, gotta be, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [It's got to be . . .].
I said it must be, must be, yeah, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [It's got to be . . . yeah].

Layzie Bone:
Niggas droppin' like bricks, and I'm not to be fucked with.  Click's so thick, we split you off, ripped.  Nigga, go in your pockets, and I take your chips.  Bitch, I flip the script, or straight dip.  Steady mobbin' to the next spot, after we wreck, shot call, the line's so long it's to the next block.  Roll a Lex coupe, so swoop, and Benz drop-top.  Niggas be starin', tryin' to see what Mo Thug got.  Picture me rollin', strollin'.  Nigga with a posse full of platinum players.  Everywhere it's smoke in the air.  Nigga cross town on the way to the Clair.  Even down the way, they smoke a pound a day.  With my diamonds on the world, comin' through a nigga hood.  Niggas got sacks, tryin' to kick it, blueback.  Soldiers, sell me somethin' good.  Now I'm feelin' alright.  Do it all night long, kick it to the break of sunlight.  If it ain't done right, nigga we come hype, sendin' niggas invitations to a gunfight.  Nigga, bring it on.  Souljah Boy and Layzie Bone gonna stay lookin' lovely with about fifty million niggas that'll pump me, bump me, 'cause, nigga, it must be.

Souljah Boy:
'Cause we must be, must be Mo Thug [gotta be Mo Thug].
I said it must be, must be, yeah, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [gotta mighty Mo Thug].
I said it must be, must be, gotta be, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [It's got to be . . .].
I said it must be, must be, yeah, gotta be mighty Mo Thug [It's got to be . . . yeah].