Muggin' Ain't Thuggin'

[Verse 1: Tray Deee] Who you thinkin' you intimidatin', frownin' up? Mean muggin' ain't thuggin' 'less you down to dump Down to scrap, ready for whenever it crack Come time, front line at the head of the pack Set it off, lettin' off at the pigs and all Let the AK spray 'til they squeal and crawl Got wires, now I ride to fulfill the cause Gotta push black power 'til the system fall With my fist in the air, a clip and a spare Educated gangsta equipped and prepared Finished with the ignorance and killin' my own Politicin' with this crippin', brothas gettin' along Plus we hollerin' at the brown now, keepin' it G So the government in trouble wants peace in the streets Yeah the revolution comin' homie, time to murk But looks don't kill, gotta do that dirt You look that way, but you ain't built that way You don't really feel that way, it don't matter what your picture say Maybe you should fix your face, 'fore somebody come and split your face A political pistol case, get this straight, muggin' ain't thuggin' [Verse 2: Goldie Loc] My life been sacrificed And I don't need a TV show to tell a nigga what's right And I don't need to reinvent myself You Hollywood-ass niggas need a lotta help Look at the way motherfuckas dress Wait until they run into the devil's reject Rapin' you suckas that be sellin' your soul Man I'm tellin' you, they tear 'em a new asshole To where they can't even focus right Aww shit, look at how they did Mike This music makes me meditate And Satanism is somethin' I can't illustrate I can feel it in my soul and bones That if I let go I'ma lose control They create you, then the break you back down Too much love for this music so we crackin' right now, yeah You look that way, but you ain't built that way You don't really feel that way, it don't matter what your picture say Maybe you should fix your face, 'fore somebody come and split your face A political pistol case, get this straight, muggin' ain't thuggin' Party people, your dreams have now been fulfilled Throw your fist up in the air, and let’s get real That’s right y’all This more than rough, we callin’ your bluff And when it comes to rhymes… [Verse 3: Paris] So I bust up out this motherfucka cold, who the savagest? Screamin black power, let's see who the mannish-ist Paris and the Eastsidaz saying it's a wrap When the gangsters and the revolutionaries start breaking bread Tell these government pigs we recruitin' To do it like Huey P Newton because they shootin' We ride unified ain't no hidin’ in fear Combined to protect lives of black women and kids I'm a pro-black motherfuckin' mack for mine Put the slaps with the message in the rap and grind Old school nigga, hold out, back in ya face Hard truth, put the black power back into place Cause lookin ain’t crookin', talkin’ ain’t walkin' Yappin' ain’t blappin', rappin' ain’t scrappin' And scrappin' ain't what's happenin' the bottom line is you ain't active Nigga you just actin’ muggin’ ain’t thuggin'