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guess who's back
(scream+loud gunshot) right about now its time for those notorious thugs Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie Flesh, and that nigga DJ U-Neek mo thug takin over so you best beware cuz we came to shut this motherfuckea down (Flesh and DJ Uneek talkin') ya, bone comin back at you bitches for the 97 ya, these mothafuckaz didnt think it was on old playa-hatin ass niggaz ya my niggaz brung they style to the table 1st nigga, why dont you relize, reconize, idolize its over bitch, its the art of war BONE: retaliation (6) abort, when its the art of war the art of war, of war (x4) abort, when its the art of war 1 and 2 world war playa playa we done party over time see we done partied over time (x2) (guess whos back)(BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY) |
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Krayzie Bone
This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands [chorus] As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue ligh Bizzy: A yo they comin' to get Rip? Equipped wit' my sawed-off, polish it off until its replenished Soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous especially 357 me catch you Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You crept and you came Ain't shit changed, M11's grenades and an AK-47s, bang. Niggas insane, you came and you went. Now, bet on the real, it's all the way to the bank And you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon You can conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus He done creepin' deep, puttin those to sleep 'til raise up on my enemy. Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt, spread 400 years of oppression Spread the message I ain't finishes, diminished you so-called critics So fuck them billboards and the billboard status can kick it You fucked up for a while for today, but that was a trial Man, and I don't know how, style through with them crowds And now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting my people to gather around Remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town, and only a bitch would bite that we can't allow Gotta go claim my style, ready to beat you down Hittin them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready Buck them flames, aim for the pressure point, a point where I break your head in. Krayzie: I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in your city and people be pinnin me , yo, but some nigga just told me He put in your record, and you was disrespectin' off the T-O-P Should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go seek 'em and found Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible style," that's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get it, down We see that you fucked with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass down Whenever you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club Ready slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk,if I got it, we claim mo. Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us Buck you to Hell, and we're stickin' you,doin' it, thinkin' you scared when the St. Clair niggas bust Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk Nigga tried a 211, fucked around, got 187 Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody but them T-H-U-G's With artillery, we come with heat. Nigga, please, freeze Put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe And these are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya and You're gonna die. As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. As we ride, by the end of the night You will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe? Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. Layzie: Now, hation season is ceasin', agree nigga. Let this be the reason: Niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cap that thug who raps, steady put down, pay me Criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna test nuts? nigga hear this My niggas are down With murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now bet he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same But Artillery shop, we stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon Ready for the war all day, won't action, playa hation steady, we sprayin Hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop The government's all on my dick, wanna see Lil Lay Bone drop You see the policemen they give me no break Fin to rest in Peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks I got mo' money up outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks Refuse the peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come on. Wish: When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs/harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us. Fuckin around on wicked streets I grew up on, wanna sound like us and none of you do. We come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for every heat you bring You shoot, we shoot Better watch out watch out for them thugsta nigga, niggas sneakin' up on you I told You: it's comin'--Armageddon [new world order] If we get our shit together Bitches ain't nothin', we none Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know We gettin' our shit together Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya go, ya go! Ya go! |
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We Thuggish Ruggish niggaz always
And we ready to bring a War with you man, with you man Look into my eyez and tell me what it is you see (would you look into my eyez) Look into my eyez and tell me what it is you see (would you tell me what) BIZZY: Comin through the door with my militia wanna give break to big niggaz fuck ya'll but there ain't no bodyguardz I'm diggin in Soldier Killaz, been livin all my live long niggaz always maintained givin my babies all of my money but my diamonds still will be shining my game you know me homies got mo love and I'm blessed when I'm rollin my sentence cuz I'm blessed with Mo Thug gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders Jesus sent me his roll, a loco sober on a revolver hold em down buck em all to Hell cuz I'll sho'nuff let them see that the bullet hole was too much no luck to get "Doed" up all of your niggaz is out the surges, say that your body better not get sawed off hold up and wait a minute its time for MO THUG bet ya'll niggaz need to get read CHORUS KRAYZIE Its a feelin a day when they hate to see me but they can never fade me them stuffed in the trunk of my Mercedes, Krayzie ready and you can believe it true when you leavin, wanna get even? We get even, finna set it off in Cleveland welcome to the party but no Pro-BONE imitators allowed cuz we ain't tryin to front nobody, but you rap with a Bone-ify everybody say the same thing way back in the days a couple might have been twisted but man really been caught what they sayin man cuz if he did, wouldn't go ballistic now if you could LOOK INTO MY EYEZ and tell me directly what you see I'd tell you that your probably seeing revenge and its filling within buck em all if I can't get my respect come on ya'll put them to red (red) with a ugly ugly mess but never the less we won't stress it LAYZIE All I see is a soldier, pistol and holster givin you the most a toast to them thugs it be nothing but the love and bud that we brought to the table and these haters wanna test get slugged put em in the mud Harmony smooth with Thugness, Mo Murda to the fools that cloned 5 true thugs down for the roughness and its one when you grab these Bones, we can get it on and I'm frontin all ya fakers ya'll know who you are when ya'll tried that rollin with the East since 93 shuttin shit down in the industry, nigga can you buy that? I know everybody wanna roll with Pros and make friends to foes but we're Chosen God done blessed us with this potion pure devotion freely spoken baby you don't wanna see the BONE ever, see together my click too clever ridin through the days of the stormy weather remember Eternal it means forever lasting #1 Assassin blastin, bashin on all you haters with boards all the Heavens gonna be ruined, truez when He come we won't be losing, prove them wrong. . . WISH I see five Thuggish Ruggish them ready to roll wherever I go true to prove that you ain't wanna be a killa but I gotta get down for mine thats for sho' he out there clownin around, you rhyme the style you got is all mine when I see you bitch I'm going in your pockets double-time and its like that you don't want that come and get some pap-pap wanna sound like, wanna be like uh now you know we can't have dat why you clones wanna bite the Bone's raps? Platinum raps everybody startin ain't doing nothin, trying to make something out of nothin, buck it lets peel caps lyrically put em down,Bone put him in his place you one of you biters, you biters, you biters, you biters you biters hey now Look Into My Eyez bet you'll see a really thuggin Thug, puttin it down for HARMONY |
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I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body
rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] Krayzie We paper chase and smoke blunts You'll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us Don't be so quick to test us I'll be annoyed and might bust I'ma have to talk to Eazy through the ouija, so I can see If maybe he can tell me why you hatin' on me Bitin' on me, why you want me To show a nigga leatherface in me Don't fuck around nigga he's a real buck 'em down nigga Motherfuck rappin' how bout fuckin' with me now nigga Niggas get your checks from your broads get high Then your broads sneak your keys from your niggas and ride Everybody wanna party even the niggas with a problem Hey nigga we can solve em, 'cause bitch we'll squash 'em Don't know me, fuck you when you got beef But you also got the clone styles and all Mo T. See me rappin' on your tv actin' And it's a fact that when you see us in person think we gon' flex or show you no action Down for mine, gotta show a nigga time to time So I figure I'll slow down the rhyme So they can understand I feel with so much anger and pain And if I drop then I'll explode like a fuckin' grenade, nigga Fuck calm time to ring the alarm Break the niggas out of prison killin' all the guards, woo! Power to the people givin' people the power to put it down in your city And fuck them hillbillies Nigga I can't stand no mothafuckin' po-po When will we start killin' these bitches and takin' no more Mo thug the only clique that I claim Although we all beyond the bangin' You could say I roll with a gang And then some chin checkers in the makin' So nigga continue with the rotation I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] Bizzy I heard I murda I heard I murda I heard Yeah nigga we heard about all of the murders look what they did to Tyrone Flippin' the flow then let it burn What if the pistols and police stay strong for the Bone Bitch, you fuckin' with all of the black cat feet And in 1999 when ya meet up in Egypt Bet it be no peace to release the beats Settle with the streets and get em all peace Get up and at least we don't take defeat Bitch never retreat Nigga lose your arms Better use your feet Pick up my henny henn nigga yeah yeah yeah Get up off the rock We're corrupt as a four dollar buck Come and get fucked up And get out the county nigga get rowdy take out a bounty Disappear-pear, in an alley, reappear-pear, off in Cali And you feel me daddy, proudly I done stalk like a mad man And went through shit in Cleveland With the band Now look at me platinum Fuck the rap and tour the bitch made hation nation nowadays an occupation So why you hate me still can't fade me away Go on, be gone, and the point of view was made with the song And murder they prophets in spots, spots, spots I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] Layzie How you see me when you see me drinking on Henessey and Remy Look in my eyes my shit is dreamy Beggin' to Scotty won't you beam me up I buck twelve gauge erupt disrupt your order infantry Y'all better expect annihilation, fuckin' around with an SCT And better be a soldier organize up on the love and just us Armies see, full of harmony and niggas in thugs we trust So nigga I bust so back up off me, givin' no mercy shit is critical Killin you individual wit' a ouija type ritual I'm diggin' a ditch for all of you po-po who felt you could come and raid Ain't no way to be safe Nigga this the army brigade So listen up and hear what's spoken as I start this locomotion Retaliate because we chosen Open showin' us Lord's devotion yeah I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] Wish Now when you're fuckin' with me Make sure you know what you're doin' got niggas that know what they doin' rollin' with me Infrared to your head don't beg you dead we fled Gotta get away Gotta make sure I'm free so when you need me I can buck another day It's a Bone thang Better ride ride 'Cause when you're fuckin' with You gon' die die Don't be surprised, Bone want your presidents wanna run it all Run all of it all of it Fuck that dumb, fuck that dumb Us niggas is super skilled Don't pull no gun if you ain't gon' spit Click clack clack be the sound These police and haters is wrong, uh We buckin' em down Trust in me and harmony, I find peace Eternally bless my soul Lord And everybody that rides with me It's from me to you It's from me to you [me to you] It's just our point of view It's just our point of view [point of view, point of view] Yeah And that's why I stay high So high so high like la dee dah dah dah La dee dah dah dah So high so high I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] I say the war shouldn't stop until these playa hatin' niggas body rott [body rott, body rott] Nigga the war shouldn't stop until these mothafuckin' cops body rott [body rott, body rott] |
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Chorus (2X): Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug
Verse 1: flesh, krayzie, layzie ???????? Gotta catch one to ya dome ?oh-oh, oh-oh Finna put him on yha ??? Get thah money n tha ____ Watch for tha cops, stop, its time to get tha job done, we go Ya'll know i ain't neva been a nigga tryin ta play N a nigga just a killa tryin ta make a livin Steady gettin ready for armagedon But i'm high in tha meantime N killaz from way down Wanna come n let krayzie getta grave Write phukk you hoes across my tombstone N bury wit my guage (my gauge) Fillin em wit pump ta pump N if you an enemy whacha want My nigga we gon bang on tha records No battle, no m.c.'s, or names in your mouth You get phukked up We flippin on tha northcoast Cuz everybody wanna claim my style We could bukk-n-rough shit I'm puttin a bitch in tha coffin Fa tryin ta test a nigaaz nuts, but yo Hey, can we play Cuz i gotta lotta shhit i wanna launch your way, way Betta not phukk wit all of us No, no? Hell yeah Got me flippin in tha northcoast Homie, rememba it's tha crook that wrote tha book I'm off tha hook (off tha hook) Ya'll niggaz betta tak another look Cuz if you playa-hate tha bone Then ya life'll get took, so quick Neva bringin you no bullshit man Face ta faces n asiassin game Bringin tha heat Ya'll niggaz bringin it lame But if you wanna bring tha pain Then you gotta maintain Comin in on anutha level I'mma put you on date, at tha top of tha pile Fake niggaz wanna claim my style But imma break em on down Ho, you gotta kill me nigga Cuz itz tha thuggish ruggish sound That ya lookin for, betcha fo Everybodyz boy wanna be like bone n stay high Lil kidz no longer wanna be like mike Thatz right, they tryin ta be like bone N keep thuggin fa life Gettin ready for tha end dawg Wit my nigga ken dawg, hustlaz, shiftaz n tre Ii tru, aj, all tha same muthaphukkaz from around my way This iz how we play Everyday itz tha same ol' same Around my way, around my way We'll be thuggin ah-round my way This iz how we play Everyday itz tha same ol' same Around my way, around my way Come around my way, my way, my way Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug Verse 2: bizzy, wish Lil nigga wanna come n feel my pain(pain) On tha brain itz a stress, a strain Tha game iz pain(pain) What about those hoez, oh no Lil quija fa sure to teach bone N if hez wrong, well hez gone For my journey ta keep me strong But dear lord i miss my people N it just seemz so evil N that i cant kiss my kidz goodnight Puttem ta bed, they're so tired Getcha sleep n thatz alright,thatz alright I'll get mine, yeah i'll get mine It'll take time, minimum crime Weed n wine i'll be just fine Got sumpin buggin on my people Whut? In tha bakk of a caddy Jumpin out caddies, spreadin through alleyz In cleveland n cali like daddy n uh No luv for |
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Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more. Layzie: My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum. You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop. Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what? Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport. Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough. I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye ah. Bizzy: So I'm ready for more. Maje$ty: Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more. Bizzy: I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal. Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen. Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend. Bizzy: So, I'm ready for more. Maje$ty: Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more. Maje$ty: My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in. Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips. I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em. Layzie: Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime. The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead. All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time. Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded. Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score. Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure. Bizzy: When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil. Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral. Get 'em up. Bizzy Mafioso. No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul. Krayzie: You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me. Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me. But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none. Static's automatic fun, want some? Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum. See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire. Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats. Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah. Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it. We sent it. We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it. You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd. Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up. |
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Ain't nothin' changed, everyday
Ain't nothin' changed (x3) It's an everyday thang when you hear the bucks bang Mo Thugs is all you claim stay thug up in this game and remain the same So follow me, now see [now see] off to the double-glock and hear pistols poppin' buckin' them bodies with shots, and a come up, Everybody get up, get down (x4) Everybody get up and like my fucked-up gang without the grip Gotta have another bill, y'all Dog, I need all my change Soon as creep up, I'm pullin' my people up outta the bullshit That's why we choose this thugsta music You just move it dont abuse it Bone so lovely Gotta get, gotta get, get money [mo' money] Thuggin' forever we keepin' it real, I'm ready to show when they let niggas roll with Mo Thug hit the shit then we roll with murder we told ya Rollin', blowin' indo, we go niggas doubted we are trues, yeah Ready to bust on anything Shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up Nobody move, no |
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Krayzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind? Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with. 'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam, dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my (back/bank). Layzie: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga, gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though. When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up. Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test, stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be dead. Bizzy: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind). Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind (mind, mind), nigga. And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...) what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me, roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a pop up away, and child confused before me). Wish: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind? Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate, mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know Bone ain't no hoes (no, no). You haters make me feel like, "You wanna feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die. I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on. Krayzie: Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind. |
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Krayzie Bone and the bone, with my mighty-mighty warriors
With my mighty-mighty warriors *Cause this is all real, what you see I said it's all real it's just the thug in me Nigga just because Krayzie quiet speak less Don't be mistaking my kindness for weakness Humble but ready to rumble My violent side I can't deny I'm like a Jekyl and Hyde gemini Look if you see me quiet then I'm plotting to riot why tell me why tell me why I'm labeled a menace but I like it Destroy ya paranoia will make me blow you away but hey Nigga got to close to me and that ain't how it's supposed to be Nigga want respect but what do you show me you Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall Better act like yo know I'm rolling with Mo posse up Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs As we strut as thugs we must doin our best to obey god violent in these times Got to do what you gotta do war till ninety-nine Slim nigga gotta get up and go and get it if it's really coming Now I got it and I'ma floor the niggas acting the safety's off come and get it if you really want it (Hey, hey, hey) It's hating baby they gotta be so cold the gotta be heartless In certain situations like retaliation *Repeat Niggas be keeping it all real we keeping it all real with the real if it's real stay be real (x2) We come with nothing but the real thing baby Krayzie got nothing but the real thing baby We come with nothing but the real thing baby Krayzie got nothin but the real thing the real thing Baby now this is the sound of me and my trues we put this down way down So now if you hear me releasing some shells Hit the ground with the quickness lay better stay down on the darkside Take a look and you'll find true niggas like no other kind Nigga say fuck the wine indo inside swisher sweet get me high Ain't nothin get to nothin somethin got to be real real somethin got to be real (x2) I still be thuggin in the khakis boots and skullies And since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga gotta make that money man (x2) It's real always (x8) Last night I P.O.D'd next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I fell in this fucked up state of mind Slipped in the dream and I see demons telling me it's time to die Why me I see some niggas they creeping outside my window I'm ready to bang bang bang aim the 12 gauge pump let my lead go Give it up for the bloody murda mo bloody murda mo mo See a nigga when he go through the window had to put a bigger hole in his soul If he get away running out my backdoor with me sawed-off swinging Get ready to duck now to the guts buck pap pap pow I claim my thang to slang (murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo) Them bloody bodies kill 'em all send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain (x2) Now I know I done did some dirt in my time cause the devil was stressing my mind messing with my mind nigga Bone don't know every day they lie Turn to realize that everyday I can do it if I only pray Maintain cause a nigga was lusting For money had to get it cause a nigga was struggling I hit him with the Mossberg y'all heard about Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface till them lay round after round after round They'll fall down down May they lay from the eruption man We putting them six feet deep we buck we bang *Repeat |
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im just tryin to protect myself
you know what im sayin for the wars to come straight warrior what cho gonna do when they come for you yall feel me times, hard times lord my hard times you know it got me feelin bent up n stuff smokin and drinkin too much again, it slowly erase my sunshine (x2) cant he see that we are in need to be free(free) (x4) and yes we would be blessed if we could rest in heaven( heavin, heavin, heavin) and wouldnt you be blessed if you could rest in heaven(heaven, heaven, heaven) now I can I facts with God as my witness that this wickedness will not remain youve got to make up your mind you wanna be saved? make up your mind or do you wanna die? you wanna die oh yes were thugs were more than thugs got soldiers wastelands warriors were on a mission for God so bartenda, bartenda, bartenda so much hurt and pain bloddy murders man so much hurt and pain bloody murders man it makes me erase my sunshine (x4) if I pray for you (you) pray for me (x2) it makes me erase my sunshine (x4) |
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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 (...?...) These are the days of our lives [lives]. Do or die, (that died to Boo--he go bye) whom die they lie in the face of our society. Try at of every attempt to quiet me, I got a nation that's down to ride with me. Here's the deal, can I get a witness? It's deeper than survival. Who am I? My brother's keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die. The wicked is near me, dearly departed, but nobody hears me. Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me. Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my block. I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me, so I stay strapped. (Don't pose for the cop), crooked cops, they gonna harass me, ask me the same ol' bullshit questions, knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days, keepin' a pistol in my possession, but a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on, and prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes. 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, come on, come on, make a move and I'll have to hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder. 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 sons up--they dwelled on the worse and ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal. If I struggle, thank God. I'm a count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin', just called it a lesson, 'cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell. See a nigga walkin' the streets, and they label us foolish children, 'cause I always knew this, while the rest of my days I be livin' in Ruthless. Fuck what you're thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven. Look at my stomach and see the "7," even scales is how I'm bailin', rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin' but a soldier tells, critic can kiss my ass. I might go to thinkin' about my past, get mad, I reach in my stash and blast. Fuck all y'all that treated a nigga like we wasn't shit, and soon as we hit, now what do we get? These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick, but you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave it. You can't believe it. It ain't that season. Get to steppin', hater. 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 the hood like Jason, casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly. Fin to be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the men, and we single-handedly take over your mind and the rest of the planet. See, I'll be damned if we surrender, agenda's still no pretender, put it all down, make 'em all remember: deep in Hell is where I'll send ya. Welcome to the Land of more indo. We smoke. We choke. You know we blaze. Break out any cup with the pipe, what's up? Parlay, come around my way. Lay keep it real. Keep it real. Peace be still, time after time, can't forget that money, man, that money, man. Mo' money be on mind, bottom line. Bizzy: Baby Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. |
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Why do I stay high (x9)
*If I could teach the world (whole wide world) to be a thug-n-harmony (harmony) Then I would teach the world(whole wide world) to be a thugsta just like me (like me) (x2) How many mo days on this old earth can you see It's a crime to me So we should get ready for armageddon cause I know God should be ready to roll to go through all of the wicked shit like mr. police-man and duck if you want to pump ya fist in tha air and pray for the politicians freely; get a amen? The last days of the last days Thats why I get high, that's why I get high I'm holdin on to my soul but nobody knows when it all unfolds then when I don't go remember the days cause I all I got I go on my own with BONE BONE BONE muggin runnin through your door hoes speakin of the last day its on with the plastic trial What do you know but I can't go wrong when I kick it wit my song I turn it up cause you love that THUGGISH RUGGISH BONE BONE BONE crossroads what rules the world enough to make it where we almost lost those who meant so much why wasn't I chose? But it will not stop BONE Those shots don't drop BONE nooooooo no If I could teach the world to be a thug like me Everybody thuggin in heaven eternally Everyday the world goes round and round I see it's a small world after all cause I can go met n agree with my fans smoke a little weed and have a little laugh at chall but everynow and then I gets caught up in a playa hation Lord what's wrong with the nation, erase em' but if I could teach the world to be a thug just like me You could live your lifestyle worry free in the arms of the Lord eternally No mystery, but check the essence of the story The warrior wasteland warrior so true divine It's mine, east 19-99 It's where ya find'in all of my kind, everytime *Repeat (if I, if I) We steadily united, not farly divided My thugsters the tightest As good as I got it, they don't need to find us Us killer and fighters, cuz the critics n writers mixed up when they typed up our story The wannabe warrior, that's for sure and as thugs we're more and more I got, we got too much shit to give, got shit to give Expensive but still and still it's all for the little kids come on ohhhh follow me (BONE), way to go, we know the way to go follow me follow me BONE and that's why I stay high cause I got shit to deal with the government and these playa-hataz out to kill Wish Wanna hurt this but uhuh I got two mo thug niggaz you just cant fuck with Artillery you can come with Nigga betta let it rest shit (shit) To the little boys and girls all over the world the shit that we say is from the streets not for you to go and do uh or to repeat, plaese if we can no more murder how must I say this, if we can no more murder *Repeat Why do I stay high (x10) |
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(Krayzie) (chorus)
Yeah come on come on come on, this is my family this is my family my family, this is my family this is my family my family (Layzie) Lord help me make up my mind which way do I turn when there’s so much stress surroundin’ me daily? This world’s so cruel and shady and I really do miss my baby baby boy, oh boy me and yo’ baby brother we keeps it real You’ll always be our lil’ nigga, and I know yo’ mama miss ya Picture the day when I get my callin’ but until then I guess i’m stuck [Oh Fuck] The (team) knew I meant so much when I get to Heaven they’re Boy what’s up? We can ride and roll, I know without this Po-Po trailin’, bailin’ although in heaven betcha that’s a promise Comin’ with tha bombs(bombs) niggaz can’t test this creep if heat is all ya need Rollin with tha niggaz that pack the heat and the sack of weed straight out of control Test tha souls, hoes, nigga rolls, playa haters and tha po-po as well Figure need mail everybody need mail and we livin’ in hell nigga really can’t tell, so I Prepare for the worst and hope for the best and the rest as written, some wanna treat my like I’m forbidden, but I’m just lookin’ for the shit that’s hidden Could I be? Come a little bit closer why you cautious when you approaches? Is ya scared of tha fact we soldiers Mo’ Thug breakaz fittin’ ta take shit over Under my halo pray mo’ say Mo’ Thug wit love to tha depth that tha game goes Die all you hoes, foes, and you po-pos. (w/ Ken Dawg) Nigga better roll than get rolled over we shuttin’ shit down, and you know a nigga love to get buck wild pow come fuck wit me now [now, now] (Krayzie) This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family.. (Bizzy) Thug loves it my hood is drug prison (?) is my mission, we heatin’ shit why vision? Be crooked ever hanous sin is beginnin’ of my endin’ (?) Why is my mind spinnin? (?)I’ll say hey, fuck it my family ain’t livin’ for nothin’ but strugglin was one of the reasons I’m thuggin instead of (straight) hustlin’ what was i luvin Somebody tell me somethin what is there? Nothin? If I give you, what’ll you touch me you’ll fuck it all up for the love of (lust) hoes I love you so, but unlike my friend you’re just my foe Peace till the end of the road cause we’re all gone But no, nigga don’t lose your (soul) But it so slow Trust in mine, alright then we can roll.[roll, roll] (Krayzie) This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family.. (Wish) Cause you’re, too young,mama, and daddy, when ya lay down and (have some eggs?) and I remember y’all breakin’ up Doin’it layin’ down. What went wrong? Was it me? But I ain’t mad at’cha cause outta all that shit I got two sista’s and a brother and I learned to harmony On the streets, on tha Clair, that’s where I’m from y’all, on the streets of tha Clair that’s where I met Bone Thugs y’all it’s gettin’ time to be a man gotta get out tha house cause I can’t stand mommy’s man he talks with his hand Come come creep on tha streets with me that’s where I learned how to sell drugs it’s where I learned how to (pull/pump) slugs it’s necessary, necessary for me to get down for mine so I creep and I (grind) (?) give it up but get down And I know that shit was wrong but don’t blame me, blame tha thugsta in me Cause that’s where that shit comes from [comes from] Bloody red rum, nigga, we nuttin’ but survivors, (?) we survivors,that’s why we be.. (Krayzie) This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family This is my family, this is my family, my family.. Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up boy don’t fuck around and get zipped in a body bag off in tha grave and yo brains’ll be hangin’ damaged by bodies dragged off Everyday we see mo’ niggaz hatin’, fakin’, playa (hation’) it’s getting contagious, why do these niggaz think they can break us When I grab my pump y’all niggaz better try to grab what’s left of yo’ chest niggaz be talkin’ and then they get caught up in shit, now meet them faces of death We let’em keep talkin’ man they dog us man it’s all the same But what did we gain by givin’ you niggaz fame? ( [Flesh] So we let the records show) Tha 44 magnum tag’em (stacked) like them niggaz that try to compete with the platinum hollerin callin’ me follow me down to tha corner slip up and you’re gonna get blasted What do you wanna test me for? Jealous then nigga drop Nigga we picture platinum despite em triggers be cocked everytime To tha 99 times out of 100 we gon’ hit somebody, somebody gon take us too [Yeah] y’all niggaz get carried off wit them bodies mo mileage y’all finally smokin’ that grass Nigga pass tha (pump) aye rep (we takin) a loss and wakin up in their coffin. Oh nigga that try get to spanked and get diss man but when we come they run but we’re gonna catch’em and one day God forgive me I don’t know what got to me, but then me thinkin they'll all fall down way down face down, ain’t got nothin but love them niggaz wanna test my nuts sayin’ nigga you know that[that, that, that] You know we gettin them [say nigga you know that, that, that, that] bad, bad. Them thugs them niggaz [ I figures you knowthat, that, that,that] (?). Layzie take the body bag [You niggaz should know that,that, that, that] Yeah,yeah,[my niggaz you know that, you know that, that, that, that] yeah yeah. It’s 19 90 90 90 90 90...it’s almost 1990 90 90 90 90, it’s almost 1990 90 90 9 9 9 9... [FART] |
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Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about...
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug So follow me if you want to feel the thug love Eternal thug Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug Come follow me if you want to feel the thug love Eternal thug Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug So follow me if you want to feel the thug love Eternal thug Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug Come follow me if you want to feel the thug love You know we thuggish ruggish And yo, we're good humble people On the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony so peaceful We're so thuggish ruggish And to, we're good humble people On the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony so peaceful (peaceful) Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about.. Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug |
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Playa playa playa(hate me,hate me)
Playa playa playa(like you do on me) Playa playa playa(hate me,hate me) Playa playa playa(like you do on me) Playa Hata(hata hata)we know very well Playa hata(hata hata)who you are(are) Playa hata(hata hata)don’t let em smoke your weed playa hata(hata hata)or ride in your car(your car) Playa Hata(hata hata)we know very well Playa hata(hata hata)who you are(are) Playa hata(hata hata)don’t let em smoke your weed playa hata(hata hata)or ride in your car(your car your car) Don’t let that murda murda get cha man don’t let that murda murda get cha baby dont let that murda murda get you man, yea yea yea Bizzy and Krayzie playa hation has begun to rise, n it’s contagious pray betta not let it get you man, hata hata hataz hataz hatin this song song, n if I had a wish I would teach the world to be a thug in harmony(thug in harmony) every Bone get up(get up) and let us move on(move on) maybe some could follow if there hearts were not so cold(so cold) come and picture for the family scripture tell me what do ya see, club nigga in a mask a man tryin to blast ass nigga know you need to just leave us leave us leave us alone You know we put you in the, no Bone in we pretender You know we put you in the, no Bone in we pretender nigga won’t be phukin wit no hataz in the 9-style and all the way to heavens that’s my mission standin up ready for the war in position when the shit jump niggaz won’t be slippin Niggaz fallin victim, really waht’s happenin I’m a victim just cuz I’m rappin stackin my cheese that I’m always packin niggaz with NOTHIN 2 LOOSE be cappin And I really blame you motherfuckers it’s true what goes around comes around, since I did what I did in the past, get a pipe and a chance n I’m ready to throw down low down, dirty mothaphukin shame, in a world so cruel it’s niggaz like you, who just be disrespectin the game before I had a little money, niggaz what’s hatin me just 4 nothin, breakin my gear and thinkin it’s funny get around bitches n niggaz be frontin, but I’m hustlin strugglin, jumpin, wit a lot of frustrations livin in a nation of playa hatian, wit a fucked up situation I’m facin’ yea y'all playa hatazzzzz Hataz dry your eyes(eyes eyes), n hold on(hold on) cuz we’re ballin’(ballin ballin’) ya’ll we gon keep it going strong(oh!)ohhhh!! We really thuggish ruggish, you love us you can hataz we can deal with you but! Iffy niggaz come around playa hatin they be hatin, man them the worse ones,you like(take a bitch) still come to your car all the time with a nigga always talkin about he could some betta than you don alreay did it, just hatin you know) and I know you, we see all ya’ll, playa hataz, fuck y'll playa hataz, phuk ya’ll, don’t you hate on me, don’t you hate on me (I put the beam on you motherfuckers) (I said I’ll put the beam on you motherfuckers) dont you(if you should spend) hate on me(mo time) dont you hate(consontrating on your own shit) on me don’t you(then playa hatin on mine) hate on me dont (you might make something motherfuckers) you hate on me hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on, hate on,(umm!) |
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[Bizzy]
Yeah, this for all you non-believers Especially out in the C-O Man, fuck y'all niggas Woo! Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die You can see what's deep in my eye (my eye) (x2) [Maje$ty] 7 Sign... [Bizzy] I put who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you) Nigga, this Mo Thug and we can get fucked-up Even if I'm under surveillance, I watch out Wanna win, and fuck 'em up daily, throwin' up 7 What am I yellin'? Murderer Nigga, once you come you must pay like crazy if you (Muthafucka, don't play me) play me Nigga, not today I see you but you can't see me I know with all of government and Yes, this will get crazy and blow (bomb, bomb, bomb, bomb) [Maje$ty] Got your mind blown, vocal tones keep it sewn Blastin' out your steroes or your headphones The roots exploited clones; therefore It's my job to describe the loudness, the habitat of rap survival kit Artistic skin abrasion, so when 'em fadin' my worldly reflections It's magnified to new levels of elevation [Bizzy] Seven sign, seven, seven sign Seven, seventh sign seal Yeah, now y'all know, yeah Yeah, I'm tellin ya when I die you can see what's deep in my eye (my eyes, my eyes) [Bizzy] I put who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, glock you and stop you (stop you, stop you) Look who got you, too, who shot you Who got you, pop you and stop you (stop you, stop you) The Rip here to run in the street And flippin' on police, yeah they know me I'm not lonely, only, show me when the smoke clears And at least I had my homie and a nigga, K, homie All bitches, look into it as you want the real killa? Well, pull out your pistol, bitch, and shoot it, shoot it And you knew it, do it, when, when you looked in my eyes I'm ready to die And I hope my mama really loves me 'Cause daddy's bye-bye Inner pride with the Ripsta Let 'em hit ya with the scripture Picture me locked out and smoked out with a half of fifth of [Maje$ty] Three sixty-five out of all the round trees They'll be Japanese, Maje$ty's corruptin' record companies Nigga, jump for cheese, catch sub-zero freeze And crack once the atmosphere brings the temperature back Sacks only in dress pants have you ever danced with the devil in pale moonlight? I have, Hollywood niggas make me laugh Sell a dream to 'em Cash, no royality, grab they royal keys and dash My overhead projects how ends meet to foul or ejected Lyrics was selected beyond my control, last door on the totem pole Pockets swoll from tape residue, last interview and went in daytime It's made a promise to let down smooth criminals gently in my business Grab your earlobe and billion, this is big business, buy tapes Don't lend, niggas mad while I scrap change for phillies, why grill me? Got bigger balls to chase waterfalls with Chili Explore on four wheels or foot, I bring it to that ass over the hook So when you slip, gots it. I ride up on it I had to maintain my mental frame, and now I'm Boneless Word sound 'til I'm foamin' Cybergenics wanted my genes for clonin' Disownin' heads like Romans fight rebel Trojans More than civil suits make my longevity boost, articles And promotions make me more potent Deadly to the mind, 'causin' somethin' to be blind Re-define lines entertwined with all mankind Would that rain outshine divine Maje$ty, shame The boogie down punks is where the hearts still remain (Bizzy talking) I'm a let a nigga know You know what I'm sayin', just right off the bat I gives a fuck about no nigga Don't be no (corvie) - ass nigga I'm tryin' to tell niggas that off the rip Off the rippa, baby (I must me losin' my mind) Where's the mob? Find your specialty, let's give this nigga a job Is you ready for jail? Yes and no, but somebody's gonna try to rob We can spar, but you gon' drop (drop) I'm a bomb, ready for war, will I p-pop pop Better look out for miles, been doomed since I womb Will he put me in my tomb? I've been thuggin' so assume when I enter your room, boom Stomped through Compton And cities y'all ain't never heard of and listen I bet there's thousand people screamin' out "Murder, murderin' ya" Hypnotized, took off my shirt, I got a life I'm tatted so when I die you can see what's deep my eyes Trues ride but trues die, my nigga, don't cry I shedded my last tear when I found out love was a lie So I try, but it ain't nothin' for my mental So piss off my pencil, and I blast, dash in a rental One nigga got out and off he in a trap with sawed-off They took a chance and lost let's spray A-K and make gangsta gone Don't finish the wars when they ain't over I love you thugs, but all them skeletons got so close And they got so ? if it ain't ? This family that don't give a fuck who you are It ain't nothin' like some trouble How close? How far (how far, how far)? |
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(feat. Souljah Boy)
[Krayzie] (Talking) Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...) What if we slowed it down? Then, nigga, you would hear me I know niggas would fuck around And say we tried to steal your style Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload So, when them funky, funky jump me Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll) It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid But, oh no, niggas heard the flow And wanted a piece of the cake It kinda pissed me off that ? figured they could get skills But when kept on disrespectin' Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga I'm from the Land where every niggas plan And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin' And they don't understand them niggas rappin' But still they actin' like criminals ? reciprocal They don't know it, even though Oh, no, no, can't let you go When I pop pop pop (pop, pop) That funk'll gon' blow you away Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed [Krayzie] (Layzie) Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder Murder, murder, murder, play, play) Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder Murder, murder, murder, play, play) War corruptin' my mind [Souljah Boy] You know it is, what it's gotta be Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin' And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch Sue these stupid muthafuckas Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the niggas be down for the count And the first nigga step up, get shut down You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town Arrest me on the rebound It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me So muthafuck what you's thinkin' Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank Why you lame, be actin' strange? Boom to bangs, nigga insanes Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller We done muthafuck you And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater Streetsweeper get your ass deceased. [Krayzie] Warriors ride Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind [Bizzy] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick Nigga, what you saw We ? somebody ? with a pistol runnin' through ? And they call war, ready for the cause Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them ? gotta break Your face be on that table, ready for more Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still runnin' from feds, ? all the disrespect But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh What it makes you want my ? yes, some are ? Thinkin' me bloody get with the ? And roll but I had gun before you knows Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll [Layzie] Aw, shit! Nowhere to run; here come judgement day Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your ? Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be? Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz You know I got ends to spend, top ten ? Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real Attitude like, Nigga, what? And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas Mo Thug employ in my city Destroy y'all, how wicked is this? It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe And outta the way And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin' It's all about perfect timin', feel me it's about perfect timin', hear me What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch But let me get my gauge Leatherface, go get your mask We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin [Krayzie] (Layzie) Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder Murder, murder, murder, play, play) Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder Murder, murder, murder, play, play) War corruptin' my mind [Krayzie] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed We stressed, we stressed War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind |
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I87 is a lesson for them niggaz
that want to test bring more than cause me shotgun will be buckin your chest wanna be Mothug thugsta menatatlity runs through the BONE pop pop to the dome fall short to the crome get wraped that bitches on much love for the green leaves but me trues have to ease me down puff puff head rush popin in me clip and I got plenty rounds me n pretenda no studiothugsta BONE'll get wit cha straight #1 lil' rispsta swing watch him hit cha so we can swang(we can swang) down for my thang(down for my thang) finna blow to tha brain though you could hang when I swang them things thats insane stay low (so low) dem popo know me no surrender dem niggaz on tha street they remember as beeing no pretenda standin up on tha block 9 mm cocked and me hang, and me gott my niggaz lookin out for me back and them watch for them rocks and you know its nuthin but the neighboorhood thang its manditory for me neighboorhood slang |
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| 7. |
| 5:05 |
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Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
I'm sending a message to warn you imposters All hating in my business When I see you I'm a drop you Get slugged and get drugged My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge Got you when I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital They gonna get shot, too The fast one bringing that AK Better walk, then we even When I leave and flees to Cleveland Now, murder 'em and rest in peace So goodbye. We're shutting it down And now we're prowling niggas from alleys Cloning our sound, we found your town Now is you ready for the war? Cry loud and go Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep And even oppose and order them hoes Gonna flee with me? Bitch, fuck with me then see that My little aliens, yeah We come to your city. Can they really Put it on down with the pistol? Can you feel me, feel me? Verse 2: Layzie Bone They beat biters, dope-style takers When I see you face-to-face My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater You niggas ain't Bone, you clone You wrong. What the fuck? You niggas ain't thinking What's the consequence? Now I'm 'bout to get Real deadly. Ready for the war When we just start bombing shit Trying to cop my click? Hell no! Real raw. Y'all niggas thought this was a game? Now it's time to make you feel the pain Wanna test my everyday thang? I aim straight for your temple It's really that simple when I seen it splatter Had I even killed one of you clones Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter Scattered. Run for the border Your career is getting shorter Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya Mo Thug Records taking over I told ya. Soldier man your post Better cover your coast and lock all entries If one of my sounds is off in your town Then it's going down by the means infantry Instantly finna be World War 3 If you fucking with my family jewels. You fools! You niggas break golden rules Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Them niggas going platinum every time I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride? It's do or die. Then, nigga, I die I jump in my Five Double-O If you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it Come get it. And while you're rapping On your song, just remember no pretenders Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone! Chorus: Krayzie Bone I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Verse 3: Bizzy Bone Straight from the corner and I'm a thug All my diamonds I bet you wanted to stop my shining Didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign. See? Blinded Run but they finding Me in my Double-big-Five-O And critical with a pistol With pistols. Feel that the verbal 'll Serve you. Heard my words Are satanic and wishful Then see you all get pissed off My generals need no horse We need AR-15s, twenty Glocks With beams, and TNT Nigga roll with me Burial. Fuck the world! When I deal, hope I repented 'Cause if the world I resented It just might catch me up in heaven But I'm a work this earth til it hurts Gotta done make the worse All the way through trial I'm back in the court for some dirt Get 'em off soil. They wait for alarm I curse that silly ass bitch said I stoled a purse And at them bullshit awards. But they told me I stole beneath of my shirt. And it makes me sick Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands Fuck with it. Put it on your Grammy Even my mammy's scared to tell. And Deep in my mind, devil seeped in. Scary Stay wary and carry on. Promise to burn me Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone Verse 4: Layzie Bone These niggas wanna erase me 'Cause they can't face me Crash collide with the niggas that hate me Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety Make me reach for my pistol and pop it Niggas gonna pay on the day that I spot him Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe. Indeed I grieve for the war. What's next? It's all about respect, bitch nigga I'ma get that shit if I don't get nothing else To the end I'm steady flipping Fucking the world til they give Bone props Nigga, you got knocked on blocks With rocks, beat down by the cops And it still don't stop. Glock Glock I'm grinding, steadily climbing To the top of the charts. Where you wanna be? Off in my prime it's all about timing As I look at my shit make history No mystery. Mistook and, nigga That eight-time platinum real How do you feel to the thugs appeal? Make nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal Should'a kept it real and quit fronting. Nigga Go round-for-round with the best Nigga, step up and meet your death Fucking with Kray, Little Lay, Biz, Wish, and Flesh Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest and it's on Nigga, realize, or you die. You bitch ass niggas ain't Bone Chorus 2x |
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If you come my way, you might hear buckshots in the air, Yeah, Yeah
But we like this thug shit, that's why we kick in the hood where thugstas play If you come my way, you might hear buckshots in the air, Yeah, Yeah But we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit, but we like this thug shit Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on Let's go, Now we down to ride Everybody, swear to God that I'm down for mine But I feel the Lord done bless me We marchin' soldiers [soldiers] Can't fuck with nothin' but them warriors [warriors] What you thought, nigga? And if they can't sit down with the buck to the bang, bloody redrum And I make a little change. Gotta watch for the cops, there will be some, [damn!] Duck that ass when I shoot, no longer and I just let loose No longer can I just buck buck at you Cause law got bitches bulletproof Got shit to prove, got shit to move, make a move, playa hater, and we watchin' you But don't you think I won't pull my shit, split your shit That's how y'all fuckin' with thugsta's shit Better quit that shit Or we come and come, shit gon' be hummin', hum And I know you don't want that, feel my warning.. Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] It's so amazing [amazing] I can thug forever and ever You can't really blame me, baby It's just the thugsta in me [in me] Now, that's not all we do Cause thugstas still, true We like to ride around floss a little bit, smoke a little bit, drink a little bit. Nigga, don't you? Now, we got to make these millions We got to look out for these Bone thug children Rest in peace, Baby Boi Amen. Damn, shit everyone breakin' with this money, man [money, man] But Jesus gave life on the cross so we could maintain [maintain] Hear a voice keep tellin' me that it's gon' be alright Just keep yours tight, and pray at night.. Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Thugstas, it's time for warfare, yeah [Can ya hear me now?] Thugstas, and it ain't gon' change, so we better prepare [prepare] If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, any day. . . If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay. . . Shots might be fired, 'cause everybody got guns But ain't nobody runnin', Bone Cause Bone niggas don't run We marchin' heat. Indeed you bleed But don't nobody fuck with Bone, Please And you can get ya thug on, [thug on] Said you can get ya thug on, [thug on] And you can get ya thug on, [thug on] Said you can get ya thug on [thug on] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] [Tre] If this comes your way, baby, prepare to spray, let 'em lay [Wish] If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay [Tre] If this comes your way, baby, prepare to spray, let 'em lay [Wish] If it comes my way, I'm a prepare to spray, let 'em lay [Tre] Thugstas rule the world.. Thugs Thugstas rule the world.. Thugs Thugstas rule the world.. Thugs Thugstas rule the world.. Thugstas . . . Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] Getcha thug on, Getcha thug on [Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha.. Getcha..] |
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| 9. |
| 4:58 |
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Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us, [May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.] 'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now. Krayzie: Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga, and still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?" No. I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine, 'cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times. You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say, "Oh, my!" but check it out, though. I done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all. And I made it, takin' out my weed. Here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor when a nigga wanna act up. Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin', or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'. Fuck 'em. I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate and say that we ain't true to what we say, but, then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate, we bang them fuckin' brains [we bang them brains]. But then , we switch subject, and fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick. Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style. Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town. It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals, so here we go. Got a gun--should I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I'm so full anguish. Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it, but they can't get the hang of it. Yeah. Krayzie/Flesh: Better not be so quick test us, [May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.] 'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now. Flesh: Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold, I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time that they shot a nigga straight to the temple done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin', get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again, here to pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday, so say, "Mo," and it's still this strong to brain. I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's happenin' in the hood. It's all good. Niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 1ife, if you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up, yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah. We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect, 'cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin', send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a t hug, and they thought that I bruise easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em). Most of what goes around, comes around. Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us. To the chest, Flesh buck buck, haters guess with a gun, they change in a whole new muthafuckin' attitude. Krayzie/Flesh: Better not be so quick test us, [May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.] 'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now. Layzie: Nigga, let me in. Double glock and never about to change, man. To the temple I aim and claim to gain control. Fin to rid your soul, creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo, they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know. Got a nation of my niggas out to back me, got another nation--killas out to try to jack me. Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull? Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose. Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction. They down with the puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action. Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse. If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps, and a I'm a give a little game in this world that we livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me. You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it, givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord. And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit, because the hater's gonna hate, and then the real--it's gon' feel, but I bet that after all of y'all fall that the faker's gonna perish in the fire. Dip, and you know when I'm rollin', I'm equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and I gladly put it on ya from the land of California, leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean. Yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with K.B. We gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we see. Any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on. Wish: Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the Bone, bite the Bone. Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong? Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow. We shoot 'em up, buck. Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation. Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em. And biters, everytime I see you on T.V., it makes me feel good, 'cause I know when we run up on you, you'll see we, we gotta get paid good. Nigga, don't shit come for free in this land of poverty, Bone in harmony. We hungry. Since it's all about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money. Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz, should I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all, should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's all original. Niggas mad at Bone because we be all original [all original]. Krayzie/Flesh: Better not be so quick test us, [May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.] 'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now. |
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So high (x8)
I'm so high So high (x7) If refer really makes you happy Nigga Blaze it Hell yeah Hell yeah (x2) Straight smokin, tokin Rollin blunts And ya lovin (x4) We alright We alright Hell yeah We feelin alright (x2) I been fucked up since the last sweet song P.O.D.'d the whole night long (x2) If refer really makes you happy Nigga Blaze it Hell yeah Hell yeah (x4) Straight smokin, tokin Rollin blunts And ya lovin (x4) We alright We alright Hell yeah We feelin alright |
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Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply get the raw end Coffins open, dump 'em all in Nine millimeters, three-eighty's You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis Let us begin with bullets Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison And let 'em come with us - retaliation We come and blast 'em with leather masks on Let loose You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair These niggas is killas, try to feel us Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland We steadily creepin' on ya And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone Let loose Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it Then he better shoot Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler Bailin' through the Land equipped When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it Jump off in my hottie Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge War anytime I roll Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours Expect the four nigga ring yo doors And don't you diminish Til I finish you with it or you would missed it On the hit list, couldn't resist it Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it To the po-po, you know; Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go Lurk, better searchin' all the doors Runnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of) Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen Depend on me, let 'em leave Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game But I love the way the thugstas stay And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war Muthafucka done rocked the boat And we nigga fin to even the score Nigga drank to much, took to much No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me Never gonna catch me, catch me I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me 'Quicker the copper The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya We shot ya We shot ya Hey, my niggas boxed ya My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin' Pac got his got headlight ahead of me Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit And never seen us shoot If I could be the 187 on you Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on For the next that get wrong Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect Then sleep with the rest Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex Think it no thang for me get with you All up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig Your brain gon' hang Fuck 'em, let the law end 'Cause we simply get the raw end Coffins open, dump 'em all in (Repeat to end) |
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| 3:28 |
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Bizzy:
It's East 1999 time. I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga, bet I bury, then move, true to the murder mo, gladly, 'cause the haters never had to have me, want to follow fools through alleys, 'cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie, probably St. Clair babies, so hate me, but I handle my business, so lately I can handle my shady, kill 'em, but won't think I'm a bomb again, not even if they put me in prison and give me time, I'm ready for the killin', go get 'em, and I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die. Is he ready to lie if I decide, lookin' at my killin' and decide to boom to go bye, I'm gonna fly [fly], whom die they lie. Flesh: Whom die they lie. Krayzie: No mo' mercy . . . Flesh: Whom die they lie. [Shot.] Flesh: Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues, saw them sneakin', and a nigga gettin' sick of all the playas, they hatin'. Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth bullshit and they lose, lookin' so deep in they eyes, and tell it when they lyin', stop tryin', but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin' up with gauges. Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but I buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off later, man. So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? Then gotta switch to testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady, we're too quick to pull petty bullshit. Y'all thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I wish you would, bitch, pop, (...?...) and have to show you through, when Bone thugs comin' in, it's a headline. Time to get on top of mountain top when they got (?) all over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. Beat the fuckas on their own line, don't make ' em tell it to ya twice, when you crack a grip, keep it real, but you sure will pay the price (?). Layzie: Whom die they lie. Krayzie: No mo' mercy . . . Layzie: Whom die they lie [Shot.] Layzie: Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky muthafucka on a mission, got me plottin' for it quickly. Who fried? Do or die, nigga, you and I for the creep on the come up, and pay these niggas a visit. So is it, was it, wicked ways, got me strugglin' for days. Hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo, I gotta get paid and blaze. So swift not to catch a case, crept up in his place while the nigga was gone for his safe and his stones, and it's on, 'cause the Bones havin' a say, I won't forget this evenin'. Nigga had theif, Little Layzie Bone, thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling. Pin me, niggas run away, they said they lookin' for me, but I'm a find a nigga, kill him, 'fore this nigga find me. Y'all niggas know I'm murder-bound, see me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down, breakin' it down in the C-Town, spot 'em on the avenue, follow he's passin' through, get 'em at the next red light, green light, got the go ahead, infrared on your forehead. Whom die they lie. Krayzie: Whom die they lie. No mo' mercy . . . Whom die they lie. [Shot.] I'm that nigga with the shotty runnin' at you niggas, poppin' enemy. Drop 'em. Me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they get me. Coppers on us, and you know the bitches want us, but as soon as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me. Take a look, and what you see--Krayzie still runnin' from the police, 'cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed. I believe in sale, now, on the scene. I can do it. I can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty. He after me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head. Shoulda fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye. Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea, meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay. St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin', oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it, break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid? Oh, you're fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days. Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it, never act a fool with it, broad, 'cause your lose. And me kill a muthafuckin' nigga, 'cause a nigga told another nigga, "I know who did it." Rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all. Let 'cha nuts hang, nigga, and cut your balls. It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off. Whom die, die, whom die, die, they lie. Krayzie: Whom die they lie. No mo' mercy . . . Whom die they lie. [Shot.] |
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| 5:10 |
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Chorus: Bone Thugs
Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them? (How many of us have them?) Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, ones you can depend on? (Ones you can depend on?) Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, how many of us have them? (How many of us have them?) Friends, Friends, Friends, Friends, before we go any further, let's talk about friends. [Bizzy] My mind can't hate 'em, and even all ah tha people gotta support me when I'm gonna buck it all tha way ta depend I don't needin' no friend, I Friends, deep with tha sand in tha ships So win again, and again, and will ah me friend Can I get ah witness to knowin' my friend I trust no cops, not even the one I had to fold She won't groan, no oh, it was probably me so we go We know what we know, and tha day ya brotha zapped me and it's yo' aunty's baby's daddy in Cincinnati and why'd you trap me (didn't she?) And I'm out there robbing ready foe tha war, and then analyze my fresh style, be browsing Enemiez test and watch out foe my friendz [Wish] Bet I got my friends, bet I got mine, bet I got mine, yeah We straight up killers, we realer we just want tha money, y'all hataz we don't deserve 'em Murda one, if we fin' ta go murda dem all, dey fall They wanna see tha Bone fall, y'all but nah, we too Bone, I remember, back a lil' ways when we were so hungry, when we were so hungry But now thank The Lord, my thugs we got money, we got money, hey We got money to parlay, we got money to parlay Watch if I miss ya, hit chya bet one of these thug-niggaz get wit' chya How ya feel about murda, man? It's still tha same, you fukk wit' us, wang bangarang It's like suicide nigga do or die When ya fukkin' wit' mine, we gon' ride in the end Somebody gon' die tonight, don't be fuckin wit my friends (Chorus) [Layzie] I can tell, wit' tha devil, I'm doin' is workin', Lurkin', approachin me like I must suffer, but in order ta prevent event, and your told to repent. 'Cause I gotta protect my fortune, and that's my friend till tha end. Rollin' in my Benz, neva thought what was next to occur Young entrepeneur, who defeat through tha bloody blood, we ready foe divide and conquer. Playa hation, infiltration, any situation, y'all muthafukkaz bring, go prepare foe eternal warfare, and I really don't care, 'cause I'm sayin' my prayer to tha Man Upstairz Keepin' my niggaz out here so strong, and doin' this pain and strain to survive. Lookin' out foe each-other everyday and our people's comin' up readin' The Bible Willin' ta die, if tha wicked is near me, if y'all eva try ta come wit' some crooked condition What it is, just ta book ah thug Come ah little bit closer nigga take ah look at this picture of ah vision of ah mission accomplished Bone Thugs all tha way 'till tha end, and again, and again, and again and again, don't try ta come between my, my. (Chorus) [Krayzie] Momma told me watch yo' friends They can be enemiez within quick to pretend like they fit in Get in, they put it all to an end I know ya kinda choosed survival, pinned ya Nigga done tried ta infiltrate tha clique, we gonna get chya No Evil! Get's in me, apart from my people Militant that's how we choose to roll, and we road warriorz about tha war, tha war, tha war When you call my name I will be there, I'll be there Neva got to worry 'bout nobody else Indeed, and though I know I want mo' time I need mo' time. Sweat about Armageddon it's gonna get us, are you ready? What about yo' friends? Friends 'till tha very end, through tha freezin' wicked windz wicked windz. What about yo' friends? [Flesh~N~Bone] I've been ready wit' ah bang, I'm here ta bring all tha noize Don't think you can avoid tha wrath, then get 'em with tha math not that tha fact that tha skiez be shorted Thoughted tha coast was clear, but you couldn't see ah hidden Flesh thought if you'd been in silence Longer they know that to you, host preapared to crept in yo' crib Till then and they wanted ta see tha violence Droppin', gettin' locked and get in stayed in asylum Livin' life on under tha hill. Release that trail and one ah my niggaz been in celled, because I stay high smoke, enhale. And I may break it wit' ah nigga, will he suffer don't make no mistake, or don't faim his spray Anticipation ta get you sprayed, but what if he hesitate? Make my day. They lay, any nigga they would It be easy ta pick up ah tune. When do we end? Will they come get this shit done, and over ah partner must ah been one of my friends Betta watch yo' back, otha people you think are yo' homiez open my fist I can pin when ya fallin I said only Mo' Thug aloud, and only we Souljahz can roll gee |
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| 4:48 |
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Life, life, life, life
(What ya gonna do, what ya gonna do, what ya gonna do?) Or death, death, death, death Life, life, life, life (When murda, murda comez foe you, murda comez foe you) (murda comez foe you?) Or death, death, death, death? (Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone Ringaling, ah ling me alone (Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone Ringaling, ah ling me alone (Leave me alone) Feel tha thunder in tha sky We party overtime No more Evil Paradise We party overtime(x2) And this will belong in time, can ya feel tha painz of our life been in wined, and ya thought of dyin', my my my Have ya thought of dyin'? Let's not visualize If you feel me! Then ya betta wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up If you feel me! Then ya betta get up, get up, get up, get up, get up Can you visualize your own pain, could ya imagine breathin' yo' last breath, I bet ya, ya can't you don't wanna stay Dear Lord, cannot stand, goin' to hell. It's comin', yes it's comin No look what we've done, what have we done? Amongst our sin, why here, we follow people for starez, don't stare No mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy, mercy Evil is lurkin', lurkin', lurkin We can run but can't escape tha beast, no Tickin' by that snake in tha grass, that snake in tha grass by that snake in tha grass. Better sticked, and missed his ass Fast blast, I leave my cash Cause my dayz of livin' broke is all in tha past So I gotta keep my mind up on my money, it's survival of tha fittest could I. One of tha realest are ya dayz of drug dealin Like in '89, now it's almost 1999, new Millennium Fuck the luck, cause they be gettin em Sendin' demonz str8 to hell, let them burn in Hades Worried enough, we called in jail, Lord bless our babies Lord pleaze bless our babies (Wish): Who it be, givin you that new shit ya love? Who it be, givin' you that new shit ya never heard of Clap yo' handz foe Bone everybody, clap yo' handz foe Bone everybody St. Clair we speak, we speak, wishing wishing... we're takin' over, over Betta run with this shit, with this shit Or get road over, road over So we, puttin' it down for me Anybody wants to get, my mama trust the army, we deadly (Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone Ringaling, ah ling, me alone (Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone Ringaling, ah ling, me alone (Leave me alone) Feel tha thunder in tha sky We party overtime No more Evil Paradise We party overtime(x2) Life, life, life, life (What ya gonna do, what ya gonna do) (what ya gonna do?) Or death, death, death, death? Life, life, life, life (When murda, murda comez foe you) (murda comez foe you, murda come foe you?) Or death, death, death, death? (Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone. Ringaling, ah ling, me alone (Leave me alone) Ringaling, ah ling, me alone Ringaling, ah ling, me alone. (Leave me alone) Feel tha thunder in tha sky We party overtime No more Evil Paradise We party overtime(x2) |
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Krayzie:
Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, my family. Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music. Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along. It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, [sing along, sing along] Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, [sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along] Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug. Tre: My family, oh, it means so much to me. Everywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate and that's for sure. My family tree recruited on this thugsta groove. Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? Tony Tone and Boogie Nikke: I love my family, this Mo Thug family, you mean the world to me. Heaven's where we gonna be. Together, together we stand. Together we fall, ya'll. I never turn my back on y'all [Mo Thug]. I got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya'll. Layzie: Come and look at this world that's ever so cruel, but the good Lord blessed us. Gave me true family I can depend on, 500 Benz with the Synchro rims on, now I can get off when the wind blow, but I'd like to thank You, Jesus Christ, for givin' for givin' up Your life for us. Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice, advice from a thug, tell mommy I love her everyday, think of her. Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line. Hear the thunder grind off in my mind. We done partied overtime. Destruction, terror, oh what an era, let's get it together 'fore it's over. Be a soldier like my Mo Thug family. Cat Cody: They never ever turned their backs on me [backs on me] when I was down. My Mo Thugs is always around, and if there comes a time to pick or choose [pick or choose], my Mo Thugs won't never lose [don't ya know your gonna lose]. We are the thugs. Yeah, we be those children [gotta be that child]. We gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin' [gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah]. Jhaz: You know who I be, once again, comin' at you. It's Jhaz [Jhaz], megablast, top class, black Jag, cream rag. Playa, better check your hand, look out for the New Breed. Brina: Females comin' for ya, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep. 'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a daily basis. Smiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status. Ken Dawg [with Tre]: Yeah, yeah, my family, yeah, my family, Mo Thug. [It's my family Mo Thug.] Tell me who the coldest [the coldest] the playa you know? I know for sure, sure, rollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo [rollin'], you'll fall, gotta go, 'cause we survivin' these remainin' years. When the smoke clears, no fear, [no, no fear] no tears, no tears. Tre: When there's a problem I can't solve, my family gets involved. We've been here through thick and thin. On my thugs I can depend. Souljah Boy: Been down from the getty go, since any a you, can you feel me though? Mo Thug takin' over from the north to west. Wanna test? Better come prepared with your Smith and Wesson, now learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game, Mo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang. Tre: We are soldiers, now, we want to thank you for the time you've took to listen to our funky groove. Sin: I guess if it was not for them blessings, weak evil thought would control my whole existence. We preach and speak true belief from, but then this family tree would fall, crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah. Tombstone: Can't duck, can't run from the cut, back up the wasteland field, peel for mine, the deal, how the click be real with it. My family tree standin' strong. Gates: Natural born in the world of madness, no gladness, leave a nigga insane, gotta change my way 'fore the darkest day. Clickin' tight 'til the end with the gang. Krayzie: Come on, come on and swing this way [swing this way]. It got to be harmony. Evil'll be done, wicked erased, erased. Humbly united gatherin' souls understood. Mo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own. Hold on, I bet ya we'll never go wrong, if we stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya. He, who gets conflict, must just be weak. It's gettin' clearer and clearer [and clearer]. Enemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it. If we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now. Amen. Amen. Bless the Mo Thug children, and could You watch over mine for me? Get up, get pumped, do what ya want just don't insult my game. Nigga, this is a family thang. 'Til I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same. You look out for me. I look out for you. This is what you do to unite your trues. It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug. |
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