Layzie:
It’s all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls. Babi Boi, my Angel, Daddy’ll meet you at the Crossroads [Crossroads].
Bizzy:
Babi Boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
[Everybody] Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta, these things guidin’ your struggles. All it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors (…?…) Thes
Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, don’t make me hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, co
Bizzy:
Baby Boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
Still to this day, it’s a struggle, addicted to trouble, we never goin’ change. Mom made us thugs, see. Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G. (?) loves thee. Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up, seen it was hard tryin’ to bring her s
Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I’m proud. Mo Thug and I’m proud.
Loud! Proud! Loud! Proud!
Bizzy:
Baby Boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.
Better watch for the nightfall when them come, better watch out for the night stormers. No light’s in sight when them run, but then once we warn ya, caught ya slippin’ up out of your game, playa. Wasteland soldier, see what we facin’, chasin’ po-po on t
Bizzy:
Baby Boi . . .
Layzie:
Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me.