Intro & Insanity

(Airplane take-off. Air-traffic control dialogue. Helicopters. Sirens)<br><br>[Boogy Nikke]<br>Yeah, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh, uh-huh<br>Three Hustla`z was born up in this world of evil<br>Sanity, humanity`s gone up in them suckas tryin` to trigger me<br>Figure me out? Hell, naw, it`ll never happen<br>Still cappin` them suckas<br>I got the tear to show I love it, muthafucka<br>Never once was I hesitant to handle this type of situation<br>Gimme the grip, I smoke this nigga<br>Let`s roast him<br><br>[Tony Tone]<br>I`m a Hustla, St. Clair nigga, bustin` caps if have to<br>Niggas that`s talkin` that shit<br>I`m a flip - don`t make me kill ya<br>Smokin` those, buckin` no hoes, that`s how I roll<br>Ready to ride, just bring your guns<br>I blaze the blunts to get high `til I die<br>I`m bustin` through - you never sleep<br>I creep up at your window to snatch your soul<br>Then take cash and bail up outta there, I`s gone<br><br>[Mo! Hart]<br>We`ll I`m known for my flippin` skills<br>I`m rollin`, niggas causin` ruckus<br>So you best to chill, eliminatin` all suckas at all costs<br>I pay to be the boss<br>So, come on, we`ll play your game<br>But it won`t be our lives takin` the loss<br>Sendin` your body into hellified convulsions<br>Makin` you wish that you had done early mornin` devotion<br><br>(Chorus: Flesh)<br>The St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland<br>Poetic Hustla`z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-town<br>Ready to get beat down with bats and chains<br>The St. Clair thugstas for the wasteland<br>Poetic Hustla`z bring, and suddenly all of my gang from C-town<br>Ready to get beat down with bats and chains<br><br>[Boogy Nikke]<br>Now you can tell there`s a time on a brother if you wanna<br>now be willing to face the consequences<br>if I show ya behind the scenes of a genius<br>I`s a Hustla, muthafucka<br>Never trust ya for nothin`<br>because you bustas hatin` Hustla`z<br>You`re suckas, for one<br>I can fuck your bitch, for two, and it`s true<br><br>[Flesh]<br>Like TNT, my crew blew up<br>Nothin` for you, but destruction<br>Daily kabash, now let me tell you somethin`<br>If you ain`t down with the click, start shit, and I`m dumpin`<br>Pump, pump with the Mossy shotty<br>Thought that they got me, but I`m a roll<br>So dare and step up, with my pistol, grip up<br>Well, instead, anybody better beware<br>Don`t stare when I`m bailin` down your block<br>You stop, you look, and then very soon drop<br>Way back in the day they called me B.B. Rock<br>I`m tryin` to stop any fools who thought that he was livin`<br>Turned his back on stacks, to the bloodshed<br>I stop `em and make sure they come back<br><br>[Tony Tone]<br>Murder crawls on the streets<br>I roll with heat, and watch my back<br>At all times for the shyste muthafucka`s<br>Tryin` to sneak a TEC with his mind<br>Remember this: don`t let me bring that ho up outta your soul<br>When it`s time to roll<br>My St. Clair niggas`ll point with straight up gun control<br>Ammunition that`ll blow you away<br>You niggas test, got blessed when you lay in your grave<br>`Cause crime pays<br><br>[Mo! Hart]<br>Callin` me out on the dance floor, nigga<br>You know we `bout to prance<br>But the outcome ain`t shit closed to what you planned<br>Mesmerizin`, your ass left in total confusion<br>Should`ve read the instructions good, `cause you`re losin`<br>I`ve never bothered nobody until they bother me<br>Especially now, `cause I`m in this fuckin` industry<br><br>(Chorus)<br><br>[Boogy Nikke]<br>Giddy-up, muthafucka, `fore I diss ya<br>You ain`t got the heart to drink the blood<br>I can`t trust ya, muthafucka<br>Gotta know who I`m rollin` with be soldiers for me, the B-double O-G<br>Yeah, I`m in your veins, die nigga<br>What you wanna do?<br>I run everything from Mississippi from the bitches to you<br>I got my clip packed straight in my hip<br>ready to dip on them suckas that be set-trippin`, rippin`, and dippin`<br><br>[Mo! Hart]<br>Commonly known to the foes, nigga, my name is Mo (Mo)<br>Don`t ever get the impression that I`m some kind of ho<br>`cause once you cross that line<br>you`ll be the victim of your own demise<br>This means you`re gonna die for fuckin` with a cool-ass little nigga like me<br>Just throw up your right fist when I roll through your street<br>Didn`t wish to be violent, but don`t think that I`m tame<br>Muthafucka, wail his ass with a bang<br><br>[Tony Tone]<br>Niggas is pissin` me off<br>So my actions are based on reality<br>Society makes this world we live today in a fuckin` tragedy<br>Niggas is killin` each other for the root of all evil, the same sequel<br>Back in the days, you wanna get paid?<br>You had to do some evil, anything to make your life go foward<br>We`ll run over what`s not in order<br>Mo Thug`s in charge, we`re rebels<br>And St. Clair soldiers, comin` from these Cleveland streets<br>We can`t be beat<br>You slip, and we will really harm ya<br>Muthafucka, you slip, and we will harm ya<br><br>(Chorus)