Welcome To My World lyrics

Song information

Artist: Mo' Thugs
Album: Family Scriptures

Lyrics

Welcome to my world, you know procedure, nothin but playaz and
Truez, man. it's a jazz thang, and a sister gets wrecked foe her
Domain. plain and simple, ken dawg rollin wit ii tru, who you
Wanna brang, come alone or come strapped. you and yo clique are
Fools, aj aj, a shout out to my playa realer. my world'll get wit
Ya, let tha jazz inside ah me feel ya hit ya. you don't wanna see
Us, come ball with playaz, no pressure. come alone and strap me
And my crew, we got them street sprayaz, welcome to my world
Nothin but tha jazz type class, black jag wit tha creme brag, zig
Zag, nope to swisha. aj is my clique, believe my clique'll get
Wit ya, no bull man. and once again let me repeat, ii tru foreva
Runnin through my veins and every heart beat, sweeta seat. deep
Inside, dis mornin just a girl. this mo thug clique is tight
Yall, on tha real welcome to my world
Chorus welcome to myyyy world (it don't stop right), welcome to
Myyyy world welcome to myyyy world, welcome to myyyy world
Ken dawg it's mo thug, it's mo thug, it's mo thug, it's mo thug
My mind is open chokin on this, hit it, we'll split ah. I gotta
Bang it, hangin, doin my thang'n, yeah, these nuts swangin
Slangin these thangs, cuz I'm ken dawg from tha c. my and ii tru
Gonna fade those fake ass wanna be's. mo thug, much love, are
Bind is so strong, puttin it down in this bitch, until a playa
Like me gone. welcome to my world, henesie until I hurl, got my
Life on riches, bitches, yeah, and livin thorough, but uh, I'm ah
Keep it real and keep yah head cracked. stay blue back, off ah
Sack, that's ah corner yak. po po they steadily tryin to put a
Playa in tha pen, welcome to tha shit you put ah nigga in (right)
In in
Chorus
Shoot nothin but hard game, it's ah way that ah sista come up on
Ah brothaz mental, tru playa to tha end, understand if I gotta get
Mine, I pimps'em. on tha real, though, bring it runnin game foe
Tha means of payment, underestimatin this playa make ya wonder
Where ya stash went, bent, is tha way ya got me, fools, dem rules
Won't save ya, testin this ii tru technique, rollin wit nothin but
Playaz. this mo thug clique, ii tru be known to brake off much
Grip. hard ya flossin them reala treala tracks up in tha 9 6, in
My world. hey tha playaz wanna see hustlaz down fall, jazz get
My, back up tightly shot wreckin his with that ken dawg, it's my
Call. when it come to them games, steady but should wiggle it
On top ah tha real, playin tha field, shoot wit my regular freely
Believe me. my world only got room for a true, so welcome
Cleveland up in this industry servin wrecks where I come from
Gotta maintain composure, representin what becomes this life that
A sister lives, till I reach my point up in this 9 6
Chorus

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"Family Scriptures" album track list