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(Bizzy Bone)
We still from good ol' Cleveland IA We blast away, fuck scrapping, the original thugs East 99 is where ya find me slangin' me llello daily Oh, Cleveland is the city where we come from Cleveland is the city where we come from (Chorus 4x - Bizzy & Flesh) we're still from good ol' Cleveland I.A livin & lastin blast away, fuck scrapping (Bizzy Bone) Me and my militant minded thug-ass (put it on my thugs) mothafuckin' niggaz ya bitch-made mothafucka! Let my niggaz be niggaz figure mutiny on the bounty ain't no scrutiny, you know how to call when you in the county bitch. Goony was half the craft just one of my stud-ies You moody-ah, where your Luchi at? I know where that poochy's at, you boochie ass Pretty boy, you was a fag I think he a fuckin' whiteboy I'm a motorcycle I was born to ride pscycho Baby, I'm even worse than before Mom, can I call when I'm lost? In a coffin of ??hotsauce?? finna fall in for sure. Roach killas got money for thuggin' niggaz he don't got no doja, and sho 'nuff ain't got no scrilla and sho' nuff he don't got no scrilla told ya Helplessly claim that I shorted you out voted you out, closed you out Nigga, you know what this business about Got my dick in your mouth I got my dick in your mouth (take it out) (Chorus) (Flesh-N-Bone) These niggaz better duck when I buck my tool nigga, break yo'self, just drop, don't move Nonetheless Flesh must unfold hot, hot glocks drop, stalkin' gat fools Ready to pap you if we have to, I do Really don't know what's happenin' Stack go thuggin' with the killas way back rollin' out, and our goal: to go tripple platinum T's, killas from off St. Clair then all hell's fin to break loose. If you declare war I declare war, sendin' my troops, swoop through In come nuclear warheads, slay I'm sendin' it, yo, when I pull the trigger missles drop then I make your body move, dance hater Y'all ain't ready and steady thinkin' you fuck with the thugs Oh damn, you niggaz got tons of swift sharp like a double-edged machette We rollin' out, heated heavily fifty calliburs and AKs No love for the mothafuckin' po po kill 'em all and piss on they fuckin' grave Cleveland, better believe it we stay thievin' every last evening. I'ma retreat but proceed with ease Leavin' 'em, Cleveland until they go home bleedin' Me and hustlas down for the money murder and mayhem C Land I.A., I.A where them heartless thugs bail thru the wasteland (Chorus) (Bizzy Bone) All this damn chronic concoct me out some hellafied Tonic See, we be the honest, promise to bring the bomb shit Blow you away, put it on my thugs put it on my thugs. Yeah, yeah (Chorus) |
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| 2. |
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Da Brat:
Ain't it fucked up that when you work real hard to get some shit and finally make it to the top of shit that it's a whole gang of muthafuckas that hate that shit and wanna take that shit Krayzie Bone: Nigga don't you hate on me why don't you go and get you some (Don? hate on me don? hate on me) Don't you hate on me why don't you go and get you some (Go get you some go get you some) Nigga don't you hate on me muthafucka go get you some get off my dick bitch get out my mix and tell me where the real niggas at put your blunts in the air y'all niggas get fried to this tear the roof off the motha tell me who the thuggish in this muthafucka what you niggas really wanna do be ballas flossin' niggas wanna be me so they gotta be talkin' oh we been hearin' what they say and when I'm in they face what you say oh nothin' busta hit him in his shit anyway hey that's how we play still thuggin' ain't a thang changed still the same name Leather Face real real niggas that's all I gotta say you're fuckin' with the real you're bound to get dusted really the real ain't shit to be fucked with protected by the nina we ain't care for them nigga the trigger finger itchy fix ya then hit up the whole block make a nigga close shop sho' nuff show-stopper fuckin' 'em up with these sawed-offs pumpin' the shotgun really unecessary 'cause all we want is a little respect that's all we want but nigga you don't feel me (Da Brat: nigga you don't) Krayzie Krayzie maybe insane and he with JD let it rip done slipped a clip into the gat Brat-tat-tat just like that Da Brat: I ain't fin to be the bitch to procrastinate If niggas wanna be shippin' me half a cake go through whatever drastic measures I have to take make a muthafucka masturbate the hotter I get the more hate some of you hoes is overrated with flows that's outdated take 'em to the rehab and get 'em reinstated my lyrical content send other bitches to convents pray for me to be deleted but that's nonsense been the bomb since '74 Aries I can see how ya nigga be lookin' at me he wanna get in between the sheets leave the wallet and the keys for me I ain't persuade that easily but if you spend the cheese for me nigga we can fuck free frequently you study me but another me could never be so broke the mold 6-0-6-4-4 when niggas are hauled off and hit you with the sawed-off seen plenty muthafuckas fall off with they drawers off when I'm finished droppin' 'em all off on the Westside of Chi I'm ridin' high thinkin' of ways to make it through the maze of the paper chase slidin' by keep a Luger in the chamber ready for danger when it's time to die Krayzie Bone: Nigga don't you hate on me why don't you go and get you some (Don? hate on me don? hate on me) Don't you hate on me why don't you go and get you some (Go get you some go get you some) Jermaine Dupri: See everywhere I go I feel like niggas be tryin' to get me stuck I'm fly no matter what iced-up and all the hoes wanna fuck not to mention that a nigga got K? stacked-up packed up everything I touch gold and platinum what niggas can't fuck with us like Busta Bust we dangerous and you know that if I peel I got more y'all peel it's gone It's why the ice grill on when I wheel on by y'all niggas in the corner back and forth like "Fuck that little guy" don't worry about me you need to worry about your goddamn self how your shit on the shelf and how you sit around wishin' that a nigga was signed to So So Def I'm a A-T-L-A-N-T-A nig never been known to play with can't none of y'all see so y'all niggas don't really need to say shit uh-uh with all your people hatin' people hatin' and your bad looks what y'all need to do is shut up and take heed to what my nigga's sayin' in the hook Krayzie Bone: Nigga don't you hate on me why don't you go and get you some (Don? hate on me don? hate on me) Don't you hate on me why don't you go and get you some (Go get you some go get you some |
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| 3. |
| 5:07 |
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[2Pac]
Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo I don't give a fuck where you lay at it's time to slay these bitch made niggas [Bizzy-overlapping Pac] Pac Pac ride wit us ride wit us ride wit us Pac Pac ride wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv [2Pac] they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it [Bizzy] Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto I want settle get on my level they can't Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down So quick to test bullet yes declare war Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror For what the did it all pause for the cause and I Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord Looking at death with the last of my breath Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland [2Pac] Hahaha what's poppin nigga put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga Thug Luv nigga we can do this like punks and punk it out or be like gangstas and slug it out pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name We all gone die we bleed through similar veins You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now Who you believe in hit the weed and grieve us. a Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me I got Thug Luv for my nationwide bustas feel me [Layzie] Little thug from the land nigga never ran Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas Down to put in some work do some dirt Fuckin round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma Everything I do it seem to cause drama Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War Putting niggas on the floor when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror Causing much pain to the nigga that dared us trying to put a twist in this thugsta era Paired up with a nigga like Pac and a nigga like me gotta stay high Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century [Krayzie] Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit the ground And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin with this I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend I reload buck a little more flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes so get high and analyze your crime Directly organized with results you'll be surprised [Wish] Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas you gots to die It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fuckin domes Still in the hood where the thugs play fuckin wit nothin but thugs man Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around my way Give it to 'em on another level nigga get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead Infrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight cause we out ridin looking for you Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves Send flowers straight to his home put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone [Bizzy] Pac Pac ride wit us ride wit us ride wit us Pac Pac ride wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv |
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| 4. |
| 2:51 |
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[Master P and Layzie Bone talking]
Yo Layzie? Whats up man? Check this out, me and my boy ridin' dirty from New Orleans, right? Right. When we touch down in Cleveland, Yeah. I'ma have my phone turned on so if you need me hit me. Use the code. Black or blue? I'ma use black. Me and my boy gonna have some. . . Okay. Tell Krayzie, Wish, and Flesh have them thangs on 'em cause them hater's is out there. For sure. We gonna be in a green duece and ah quarter, tryin' to out smart the po po's. Okay, yeah, heh-heh. Keep it on the D.L. Yeah. But check this out. Yeah? When I get there, you ain't gotta worry bout nothing. Yah heard me? I feel ya. Cause I got the hook-up. Bet on baby, bet on. Chorus - Master P Igot the hook-up, hook it up. (x8) [Krayzie Bone] Just call it up What you need, indeed, a nigga got the hook-ups on the tweed But I got more then trees Wanna see what I got? Nigga follow me right through the alley Don't panic, relax, what's happening? Now is it a beeper or a cellular phone that your lacking? We got them still in the package You know they at a great deal No money, we activate them No refunds But you can trade them for we press no limitations Buck buck We patient, have all your money in hand Don't worry about credit, forget it, cause we don't let it stand in our way Nigga we get paid, you get the drop for free Look me up When you reach someone, thinkin of someone I can hook you up Chorus (x4) [Layzie Bone] Nigga just got this sack of D And Master P, my nigga, just got the hook-up Look me up if you need the cook up Got shit to hook the crooks up Hit me up on my header And I'ma call you back Cause ain't no taps on my celly Nig, come get all we got A little hustling mother fucker With a pocket full of stones Rolling with Mo and the No Limit soldiers Got the hook-up and its on [Wish Bone] We got them rides Whatever you need Just step next door We fully equip with automatics Police detect us Lets roll, roll, roll And when you ride with Bone Don't you worry about a thing Cause we got shit for real Trust in me These niggas don't wanna buck buck bang We on a mission Time to position Call the soldiers Lets ride Set them up in the moonlight These niggas done fucked up with my money (die) alright [Silkk the Shocker talking] You want the hook-up? Check this out little. . . [Silkk the Shocker] I live like stock market nigga Buy low, sell high Supply and demand Nigga if supply low demand is high I sell it for high as I can I take the jingle But I'm for the counting mother fucking four All sales are final Ain't no refund in this mother fucker This mother fucking shit sold I hit them like non-stop Cock the glock Cause the mother fucking spot be hot Nigga wonder where I be Cause I'm always cold fresh out of the penn Talking about holler at me I got everything from hand-held to flips Silkk and Bone got the chips Don't even try to hit me on a hit like elevator Nigga ain't got it shit don't exist Nigga talking about Holler at your boy Holler at your niggas See I got what you need If I ain't got it I'm going get it See i ain't hard to find You need me? Look me up They call me Silkk the Shocker But you can call me Mr. Hook It Up [Master P and Silkk] I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up Soldiers I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up Silkk, P, and Bone Thugs soldiers I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up I got the hook-up, hook it up, hook it up Chorus to fade |
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| 4:35 |
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Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all fuck with (fall to death,
Death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all you could (fall to death, Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2] I still be the thuggish ruggish, nigga. dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, And boots. still don't give a fuck about the law. still run with a pump in my Car and fuck who you are! you fuckin' with a couple of niggas that's really Insane. i'm talkin' loco, krayzie as hellit ain't just a nameit's the game. We done loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my Brain. besides that, man ain't nothin' changed. look at me now, i'm still a Thug, nigga i still smoke bud. (you know) you know i still represent st. clair Wig-split, shit, nigga what? this is bone thug. niggas thinkin' i told ya but We put it down like that. and whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it, And keep on movin'. guess who's back up in the house? original cleveland Criminals niggas just send 'em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murda Murda!" never forgot where we come from. watch how you move your tongue. cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass and smash and crash. protect My niggas for Combat, leather face at 'cha and on your ass like i was a heat-seeker, quickly The reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in cleveland. Layzie I be the smoothest lil' nigga, you can meet me (me). but nigga, you fuck with Me, then i'ma fuck with you. introduce you to this heat. i sweep the street. When i draw down, let me hear ya say "fuck the law!" now. rawest niggas in the Town, ready to thug and go down. "go pound for pound," nigga that's the motto. Let me see you throw them things and if it's real, nigga, keep it real. show me Your game. i'm sure gon' claim what the fuck is mine, my nigga i'll take it. Grab a player-hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it. gimme your Money, drop them keys, it's a jack-move bitch! and since you haters ain't got No business that's how we attack your shit. nigga we'll smack your bitch in the Middle of the grammy. and the media might ban me. nigga this mo thug family is For real. Krayzie Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all fuck with (fall to death, Death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all you could (fall to death, Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2] Bizzy Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money. 'fore it all gets spent up. And you wanna get rid of a hood bitch with game. and every bitch said i'm a Good bitch fuckin' with my wood grain. everybody still playin' that hood game Quiet. (quiet, quiet, quiet) especially when it's tired. my environment ain't Nothin' but niggas dyin' in them chemical-fed injections in jasper, texas. Split up these niggas off in different sections. don't hate my message. destiny Led to mimic, chastity for my daughter. wad up a nigga's sherm, and come listen To the sermon. swervin' in my surburban, lick it up with the bottle. but Everybody know i got some problems. had dreams of the apollo. the fiends had Faith in me. suckas wouldn't run. a nigga not insane. niggas still with Mebone. somehow they turn up. run up and get your sign. run blindly, elevate Through time, nowhere to hide. Flesh Our dawgs finna haul off lead, sawed-off head. nigga, you drippin', soakin' With bloodly body be beggin' me. you know what you should've capped like 2pac With a glock. they're deadly. better not upset my thug mentality, sucka. you Know you done fucked up, don't you niggas? runnin' up blastin' gas craters. What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky? could it be a Bird, or maybe it's even a plane. for the untamed, insane human, only the 5th Dawg. fuck you thought, muthafuck fame, for the fact the shit is a phat game Goin' remain number one in the land. flesh, strangle the gang. bang-bang, bang! I dropped five guards in the name of the lord, i say. now how many times will i Have to slay today? will i raise my guage? oh god ! how will i teach 'cha, but It's these tactics that he daily practice. they gonna let you. don't have it? Have it! runnin' up you sons of bastards! blast it! we sons of assassins, match It, collecting more cash. that's true, you're feeling that, niggas said all my Babies ge T a million. struggle with a villian, hit em with a venomous blow! i call on My mighty archangel. gonna surround my soul, but go with the calico yo! we the Tightest, you know mo' the mighty. yes, trues humbly united. my family never Divided: desperado, thug line, mo thug, millennium, 7th sign. for the fbi, you Wanna come test my enterprise? bitch, you better go think twice, and open up Your muthafuckin' eyes! these niggas can't fuck with the 5th dawg, finna Parlay! everyday stormin' your way, you better lay low, so you might just duck When i buck guage! can't you see my niggas having a ball all day. since we Havin' a ball all day, muthafuckas player hate! Krayzie Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all fuck with (fall to death, Death) the niggas with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all you could (fall to death, Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) |
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| 6. |
| 4:49 |
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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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| 3:57 |
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Krayzie:
Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo, Mo . . . Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, and we are Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug. Felecia: It's all good. My lovin's all good. Felecia: Lately, you've been stressin' me about when I'm a give you some, callin' me, jockin' me, sweatin' me, gonna rush me none, 'cause when the time is right I'm gonna let you know, and that's for sure. So wait on me patiently and see what I got in store, 'cause I'm gonna represent to the fullest. I'll be there and I promise you no regrets. Just put your trust in me, and baby, I promise this shit is legit [legit, legit, legit . . Felecia: It's all good. My lovin' is, my lovin' is, all good, all good, all good. You know it's all good, all good, all good. Krayzie: Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good, good, good. Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good with me, with me, with me. Felecia: If I told you once, then I told you twice. You gotta get to know me. There's more to a relationship then jumpin' in the sheets, and if that's all you want, then you better go, 'cause that ain't me. I don't give my love to just anybody. If I'm not correct, then prove me wrong, and just hold on. Gradually, you will see, just how good it'll be. When the time is right, I'll ease your mind with a little bump and grind. Fantasies full of ecstasy: we'll have a real good time. Felecia: It's all good. My lovin' is, my lovin' is, all good, all good, all good. You know it's all good, all good, all good. Krayzie: Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good, good, good. Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good with me, with me, with me. Krayzie: Since it's all good, baby, we can get it on. Hey, you wanna ride? Krayzie Bone. Come and jump in the Benz and tell your friends you will get with them later. Come and let me take ya. Got a couple things I wanna show ya. I'm really tryin' to know ya. I'm just curious: is it really all good? You serious? I'm serious. If it is, then I gotta jump on it, ride it--ghetto cowboy. Surprise, you thought I was quiet. I never was shy, baby. Niggas just act like that. Lay back, but don't let that fool ya, rule ya. Really give that the nigga the bag, 'cause we won't have time to talk. I've been peepin' for a minute now [Yep, yep, yep . . .], and I know just where I'm a start. Let me listen to your heartbeat. Boomp, boomp, racin' intense situation. Is it gettin' kind of hot in here? Naw, that's you. Temperature's risin', so am I. Felecia: It's all good. My lovin' is, my lovin' is, all good, all good, all good. You know it's all good, all good, all good. Krayzie: Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good, good, good. Yep, yep, yep. It's all G-double O-D, good with me, with me, with me |
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| 3:57 |
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Chorus: (Bizzy Bone and Bluelight)
Keep smokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy I've gotta keep on smokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman; Yeah boi, wear corduroy (Bizzy Bone) Hey, gimme some herbs, the word Better hit it, we know, we know what you heard Thai-da-da-da, done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served And lets hit the burb It'll switch your nerves, and I'll get to swervin Burnin in my Benz, and I'm here, nigga Don't you ride with me, you have to learn it Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin Search for the blunts and stone, I'm certain Runnin up, so I'll be runnin, and rappin's my hobby when I'm smokin I'm workin, and I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a see a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper Roll it up, sellin my kin folk and the end of the world, I'll have the indo, indo And you can hook it up, need no friends though See, little B.B. gives no weed fees when your ends low We can get smoked Chorus (Bluelight) (Hey!) About to curb serve over phat tracks Bluelight has got the scoop on where the party's at Somebody said, "Damn, where's the drinks?" It's chillin' in the middle of the kitchen sink We got Alize, and Isle iced tea A little Bambazini and some Hennessey The stuff that keeps you toe-up Now tell me are you high enough? Chorus (Bizzy Bone) Remember forever addicted, get it twisted It's that mystic Rip and Guiness, hit it Singin my business, lately, got me ready to kick it But dig it, my high jumped high--got me thinkin, "Die, die, die." Twenty twin, twin, then again, no crime in a dime What did I yell to my pay roll, straight to the bank, oh, ever so thankful My mayo, aiyyo, stay away or come and get split a wig, insane, oh Gotta make that money, man, any and all cost, y'all Any and all, all, nah, gonna get caught up, caught (Bluelight) The house was so hot, I can't stand the heat I'm dancin with my peoples I've been tryin to see There bumpin my jam, guess who I see Comin to hype the party with some indo, tweed? We got Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Layzie, Wish and Flesh, thugs-n-harmony Righteous when I spike the punch My people's gonna drink it up Chorus Hook: (Bluelight) You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left (X3) |
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| 4:09 |
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(chorus)
Nigga, thought I told ya.(told ya). That the war ain't over. (over). (Nigga, you can roll). You can roll, you can get rolled over my nigga we the frontline warriors. I thought I told ya.(told ya). That the war ain't over. (over).(Nigga, you can roll). You can roll, you can get rolled over my nigga we the frontline warriors. I thought I told ya.(told ya). That the war ain't over. (over).(Nigga, you can roll). You can roll, you can get rolled over nigga we the frontline warriors. I thought I told ya.(told ya). That the war ain't over. (over).(Nigga, you can roll). You can roll, you can get rolled over my nigga we the frontline warriors. Verse 1: Oh why they wanna bring the noise? Humble me and my boys. Disrespect it on a record like a nigga got clot when it's all about his mo-thug music. Put my name in yer mouth an a nigga gonna do you. Who the fuck them niggas tryin to play? Lay don't stop until you meet my glock. I'ma getcha, make ya body-rott, nigga make the party pop. Nigga, why not? Times ticking on the clock, and the heatin hot. I'ma hit the weed spot. Joy ride with my niggas till the beat drop. We got big Benjamin spendin CEO's. While you playin, we buy y'all rent and pin me. Probly livin in a tent, pocket full of lint. Try and flip it like I flip it, Nigga got me bent. N like I said it on the last song: Nigga, we joyridin, and y'all ain't BONE. B.B.O.B. the bad boy of the bones, I'll be thuggin for eternal. Wanna test me? It's on. Now where my niggas at? Get the gat. Pell a nigga wig back. Nigga dig that, dig that. All original. Cleveland's own criminal. Here we go. From a place where a nigga might bury ya. Nigga act up and I better take care of ya. Scared of ya? I be ready for the war. Nigga I'm America's most, us bailin coast to coast. Steady thuggin out here in these streets. Lookin out for the rollers thuggin this race, they wanna fade us. But I keep my heat, and it ain't no peace, and fuck the police. Come out the house, all eyes on me. Jump in my 5 double O B-E-N-Z XL, and I hit the freeway, freeway...... (chorus) Verse 2: Swallow. It ain't never gonna rain. No rain. Proudly glock on Sunday. Never know I might bust on you one day. Oh, swiggin with Jack and the Bombay. Boom, bye, bye, roll, roll, roll. Yeah nigga, fuck you. Oh hell yeah? Fuck you too. Badder the God the wise realize. Nigga better back off of my niggas in the middle of a newborn style. The foul sinnin, the killin, uh. And then, uh, we to enter the mental together. Better tell my nigga were bitter. We back with rhythm, but dont nobody feel em, but them niggas around the globe. In a mission worth money was gold. Then he went nutty with money because he was outta the cut with nothin but ugly souls. Gonna make us Tish Tush. No were untouched. We won. Wasn't Iran hit enough? Caught up in lush, but not just for (rush). I don't even erupt, creep on a come up, come up. Trapped in a rapture. The chocolate's pumpin. Tell em it's somethin. Snatch you. We outta the pasture kinda like cattle with medallian diamonds in the Gallow. Ghettoish bastards runnin much faster than the average asses in the shadows outta the battlefield (battlefield) battlefield (battlefield) (chorus) Verse 3: I'll need a secret weapon, I think the war is on, (the war is on). and when they ask em who is he, it's seventh sign n bone(seventh sign n bone). Call me a secret weapon, I think the war is on, (the war is on). and when they ask em who is he, it's Big B n bone ( Big B. n bone). Frontline soldiers. Frontline soldiers. (chorus to fade) |
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| 5:20 |
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Raising hustlas, thieves and prostitutes
Young homie, think before you shoot, murderer Where will our children go When there's no place safe where they can go And trouble may come and sometimes You'll get pulled over by one-time And when it's 1999 your mom's didn't even make any strides Murder all around the whole world, it's nausiatin Everybody's hatin everybody, overrated Why everybody actin agitated, i thought we graduated Back in the saddle waitin, ??? for the battle station Haitin is a birth defect and you know ain't nobody perfect And when the curtains, close open up the door, no more (bridge-bizzy) See we loosin this world we love And it looks like the sinnin won't end So i'm reachin high up above Lord, let your blessings begin (hook-bizzy) 4x And let's change the world, and let's change the world (big b) It got me ready to set off the riot Ridin wit my trues humbly united gather souls ??? be ???, roll up some phillies My nigga let me hit it Niggas we thugs and immortalized, let's get high It's them niggas you most desire I can remember from way back in the day Comin up out the ghetto was a hell of a struggle From sellin the fiends yayo But it was my dream to kick flows and put my people on another level Now could it be for the lust (lust)? Could it be for the rush (rush)? My niggas love when they bust They steady buck and they duck They put your dick in the dust My niggas creepin on a come up Come up nigga, killa, thuggish ruggish nigga Nigga, finna' descent into the dawn of a new millenium Anticipatin life without satin Hatin, and our enemies ??? (hook) (layzie) Everyday the devil at me And i wish the lord throw a hummer at me, i ain't happy Me and eazy e in a b-e-n-z, with my niggas right next to me It's my legacy, we can't let it stop, uh uh, not now The whole world endin up in buck-buck-pow Corruption, destruction, disaster Everybody tryna' rap faster than the master Oh lord, could you save my soul? Nigga tryna go platinum 'round 40 years old The lord know we can do this shit It ain't no stoppin us now 'cause we can prove this shit Nigga me, stew, ???, ???, freaky g The whole world wanna be ridin with me I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex Babies havin babies, generation x With the aids epidemic, we ain't cool no more And i know they gotta cure for this shit, we ain't rich First we lost eazy, then we lost pac Biggie got killed, when this shit gon' stop? Everybody wanna know what's goin on With the thuggish, ruggish, bone, bone, bone, bone Tryna' get prepared for the y2k And if i don't die today, im'a try an change the world (hook) 4x You need a lesson you ??? rappin But they try an ban it, realize that it ain't gon' happen We done changed the world Ghetto voices bein heard and failed ??? got my guns, better arm yourself ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? Don't you know this government ain't built for me and you I have a dream, no, i have a wish If we can't save ourselve, then let's save the kids Let the world go, let these babies have somethin Let the world go, just don't blow this muthafucka up You kill him, he'll kill you Some say it stupid but violence really lives where i come from Hungry little kids where i come from ??? not men where i come from (bridge) (hook to fade) |
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| 5:11 |
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[Krayzie Bone]
There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know know) If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know)(4x) [Krayzie Bone] My life is a jungle I struggle Hustle Monday through to Sunday They told me the world is mine but shit, I don't want it. Who want it? How could it be mine and I'm still hungry still homely, lost and lonely? So I holler at the forces of the wind as a friend! But I predicted this ending back in the day, cuz I had visions of bad decisions, knew niggas would go astray. Although we pray and we pray and we pray, we do, but see when a nigga lose faith, no more united, divided we fall nigga, then haul. We all dealt fucked up cards, but don't complain just play the hand that you was dealt. You play them right you prevail, you play them wrong then you fail. It ain't hard to tell, when you be headed for self-destruction. Cuz I could look at a piece of the puzzle. It ain't no love involved. Everything we was dissolved. We all hard as one but together we raw. And it ain't a nigga that can fuck with that. We spreaded the talent my nigga, what's up with that? Letting the devil get in. Should've pinned. You was pretendin' to be friends. We was slickin by the snake in the grass, slither slicked a nigga fast. Yeah, the mothafuckin snake in the grass. We dropped our guards and it got inside us like a virus. Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis, crisis [Bizzy Bone] There's always something you got to give up If you want everything you want(4x) I was never some solo shit. Always down to roll and blow a head off. He jet off and don't know me, don't tell me you love me. When I was lonely and my daddy died, all of my niggas came. Nigga dreamt, and thanks for coming, I'm still stressed out over the death. And I take my breath to puff my cigarrete (wet). I think the world is just collapsing, but I'm still rapping. Get it all of my chest, go wacking back to the action. When the bird was flying low, and laughing, family bashing till it just happened and Wally passed in the ashes. Working it tragic, gloomy, asking if you'll ever come back tomorrow. We tellin the truth clone, you still beating around the bush. Baby I'm sorry. It's all in the game. Throwing up blood (coughing). Fuck it Lay, let's sign our life away! [Wish Bone] You see me I ain't givin up a motherfuckin thang It's hard to come by, and I ain't no bitch nigga. Shit, committ some robberies and walk-by's. But you don't want that. Neither do I, but I will I will cuz I'm a hustler, hustler. High till I die. I'ma get mine even if it means murder, fuck it let me fire. Cuz a nigga thirsty nowadays. But I'm a hustler just like you, don't bring that shit my way. [Layzie Bone] Well if it's something you can't give up [Bizzy: Would you give it up?] To get everything you want [Bizzy: I can't give it up!](4x) Hell naw, I be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga. Running with niggas thats killas, the realest that be shermed out nigga! Fearing my prophecy, ain't no stopping me. Comin through with the Mossberg shotty. I really don't want to hurt nobody. Just kill off Filluminati! Fuck the DEA, the FBI. IRS can kiss my ass too. CPD, FCC, yall niggas better quit trippin' 'fore a nigga come blast you. I'll blast you. Hit 'em up like Pac did, take 'em hostage. Terrorized and tortured your ghetto resource, a big payback (payback)! Little Lay that little nigga with scrilla. And bitch I thought you knew. You got a beam on me, I got a beam on you. You wanna fuck with me, I'm gonna fuck with you. (Beeatch!) Like it's always been. Yall niggas gonna have to kill me. Feel me! You gonna have to pop me. Even if you tryin to stop me from grinding. I'm leaving you blinded by the science of Mo Thug till you find us. All a nigga know, in the hood life, in the streets tryin to get the good life, getting that lle' up under the street lights. It's a life I'm fighting. A nigga want out but just can't get out. So I guess I gots to fix it. All them dreams of having them big thangs, I'm still gonna chase it. You'll see that! [Krayzie Bone] There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know know) If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know)(4x) [Flesh-n-Bone] Here they come wicked and I bomb down. Bone servin the fiends! Lit them up and then I hit them with a future shock, then pulling my Glock. That's when they all thought, "When this shit gon' stop?" Popped in my slug and it goes "Pop"! Droppin this shit daily, kicking this thug music. But I love, also really love smoking bud till I buzz, sipping on some toxic feeling me lust! My niggas don't play it too close, my thugs aint havin that shit. My peers applied with the pencil when they stabbin the holes through the people. We'll split your wig! And buckin it on T's like me, SCT's in the city of CLE. We bail, get em up rollin. Could you handle the Wasteland soldier? Told ya. Nigga, better have my gun. Now follow the man and don't tell him what the Ouija spelled, you better hope you don't fall victim. Niggas stuck up another then, run! When I'm through with the body, hit yall! Even when it be Armageddon, still I'm up. Hey it's Flesh givin you pain or pleasure. Whatever you want on my dream, go on. Well then stack yo ur jewelry Krayzie! [Krayzie Bone] There's always something you got to give up (Yeah, I know know) If you want everything you want (But shit I don't know, I don't know)(4x) |
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| 5:24 |
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[Horses galloping. Horses neighing.]
Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: You better count your money. with Felicia: Ghetto cowboy. Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: The name is Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone, wanted up north for all the gold that I stole, along with some cash, even took the mayor's daughter. Now, that there's kidnappin', but she was with it, so I brought her. Then, got myself into a whole heap of trouble, double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to: yeah, it's just me and my sawed-off shotgun. Outlaw--call him Leather Face. I'm headed for the West, heard they got a couple banks in town that ain't been held up yet. Well, uh, I oughta make it by sundown. I figure that's enough time for me to get the whole rundown. So, I continue my mission. It's gettin' dark, so I'm watchin' for them damn Injuns--they like to catch ya, then they rob and split. I be a rootin'-tootin'-shootin' damn fool, protectin' my chips. All of a sudden, I heard somebody rumble in the bushes. Stop my horse. [Horse neigh.] "Whoa, Nellie! Who in the bushes? You better speak out or I'm a let my shotgun song sing out." Thug Queen, "the horse stealer": Who is this? I hope this ain't the law. Jump out the bushes with my sawed-off shotgun. Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "C'mon out, right now. I'm gettin' angry." Took a step back, 'cause it could get dangerous. Thug Queen, "the horse stealer": "Please don't shoot. It's just me, Thug Queen, the horse-stealer." Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "Then, why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes?" Thug Queen, "the horse stealer": "I'm wanted in four counties for armed robbery, killed to two sheriffs, six of his best men with my hand, stole two horses. Thought you was the law, that's why I jumped in the bushes." Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "Goodness." Now, she was hotter than the barrel on fire, but I could use her for the job, so I told her to ride. "C'mon." Thug Queen, "the horse stealer": "May I ask you what you headed to the West for?" Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "I got a partner, got a plan for some dough, and if you're down, you can pick up yourself a pretty penny. 'Be in town in a minute, now be sure if you're with it." Thug Queen, "the horse stealer": "We out before the sun rise, gotta stallion for your partner to ride." Hit the saloon for the moonshine. Down for whatever, let's ride, let's ride. Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "These directions say we go to Tucson, Arizona. When we arrive, we'll cop a place we can bunk, and meet my boy in the mornin' for details and hook-up." Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: You better count your money. Felicia: Ghetto cowboy. [Rooster crowing.] Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "Rise and shine! Good mornin'. Howdy. Nine o'clock we meet my boy in the saloon in the valley. Now, I done came a long way, and I don't wanna be late." Thug Queen, "the horse stealer": "Tell him I make ya (?) 'cause you know we ain't." Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "Move out! Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup." [Whip cracks, horses neigh.] Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: You better count your money. Felicia: Ghetto cowboy. Layzie "the Kid": I'm peepin' Krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon, so I assume it'll be trouble around here pretty soon. Glance across the room: I see this youngster getting ready to fight, but if he mess up the night, I think that Krayzie just might take his life. So, I approach him, and I pause. "Look, man, I really don't wanna brawl, but won't you chill before them laws come messin' up this masterplan?" Since he already rowdy, I just asked the man: "Hey, you want some work? Well, partner, put in your bid, and by the way, now what's your name? They call me Layzie the Kid." Powder P: "The name's Powder P, can I get a twelve gauge? Outlaw--everyday on the front page. Mister Kid, if you give me the lowdown, me and Black Jack be ready for the showdown with two double-barrels pointed at whatever. We'll stick together. I'm purty clever." Layzie "the Kid": "So saddle up, jump on the bandwagon, because it's all goin' down." I heard a guy run in the bar screamin', "Krayzie's in town!" Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "Now when we get to the saloon, you don't worry. Wait outside, and don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses!" Step inside the bar. "Lay the Kid, you son of a gun!" Layzie "the Kid": "Hey, man, I'm glad you made it safely. Now let's go have some fun. And this my partner Powder, he's a young gun." Powder P: "Howdy." Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "Mighty glad to meet ya, son. Oh yeah, you know I also brought a friend along. Meet Thug Queen, the horse peddler, straggler, just met her." Thug Queen, "the horse stealer": "Howdy, partner, already got the horses saddled up." Layzie "the Kid": "I hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up." Powder P: "Now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon." Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: "I think you're right, I say we move. C'mon, let's move out! Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup. Move out!" [Whip cracks, horses neigh.] Krayzie "Big Bad Ass" Bone: You better count your money. Felicia: Ghetto cowboy. |
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(Eazy-E)
Woke up this mornin' fifty-five past six Eazy-muthafuckin-E with tha hard ass dick Nigga plottin', ahhhh Nigga schemin'so don't wake me bitch cuz i'm dreamin 1-8-7s on bitches in my head, nigga up snorin' like fuck, sleep in fear Cock my nine, and i'm out the window Drunk as fuck and high off that indo Nigga E, C-P-T, the O.G. And i really don't think u wanna fuck with me Nigga walkin half up with nine in hand I gives a mad fuck but they don't understand I wet 'em up, wet 'em up, wet 'em up Now back to the mutha fuckin set, creepin crawlin crawlin creepin Don't get caught sleepin (Layzie) Sleepwalkin stalkin runnin with the guage up under this murderous spell now Consider me hellbound, crossin my path, i'ma drop this 12-guage shell down On the road to destruction, guage eruption, creepin so i'm cautious Catch a nigga sleep, six feet deep and scopin out peepin cause ya be makin me nauseous Deeper than a ocean man, hitttin you with this potion man Death runnin up from the left, Bang! #1 in this murder game, insane See a nigga fall victim, pick him, me click him, hunt on this deadly prowl Watch out for the nightfall,when them come, mo murder be a nigga style Mo murder, me comin to serve ya Judgement day, me reapin Lil Lay on the deep end So me flipped with a spiff and I caught them sleepin Eternally soldiers of the Clair, keep it ruthless, Mo Thugs Little Layzie ya big boss, wanna floss on this Gotta make that cheese, yeah nigga we gettin 'em (Krayzie) (It's on on on) Nigga let's killa killa killa Bodies they count, me buckin em down, stay down Murder me style, me put em in the ground now way down Steady flip when I bang, bang, man Flippin I roll with me gun Still it's itchin to bang, bang, hang And it's all the same They willin to serve ya mo murder, mo murder They thinkin you tangle but when they get mangled rip all of your soldiers scream, but no body heard ya Then pop in the clip if ya lettin me doze off, you lost Creepin, I'm drunk when I stalk me victim Sleepwalk with the intent to kill him Woke up and my shovel done soaked in blood, put em in the mud Dont know what it was but his gut was still drippin off me fuckin gloves Then I got me strapped up, straight-jacked up, but man i'll be reapin, creepin up under your dome, it's seepin When the sawed off get to creepin,fall victim (Bizzy) Me stalkin, chalkin up bloody victims Rest, the Ripsta, the sinister kill a nigga put him in a river, bodies shiver, pump blood now Wanna rest with the Mo Thugs, buckin em on down What is it in ya, deep in the dead and we get fried P.O.D. d when it comes to ride Creep out your seat, but dont fall in the night Once inside, forgettin about remorse Tour curse'll ride, cry now when i'm ready to lie down Then I awake in a mental state somebody gotta die now I'll pap pap puttin a clack back in a me gat Not never to mention never to mention It'll be over when I take a nap, me deadly But then me put in the bullet, the wickedness in me And I'm on a mission on murder roll city to city without no pity Well I got a clique see My niggas up out of the woods reapin Peep me creepin out of the corner, who just got caught sleepin? (Wish) Once the Mo comes up thers gonna be murder Killer when the night falls And it aint shit to kill cuz I really don't love ya Don't run, run, run, I like my knife Run up with that gun, gun, gun, and take your life Straight-jakket is loose creepin up to get ya get ya But fo' mo killas #1, Leatherface,that psycho and that killa Ripsta Dippin me clip and me dumpin, me ditch ya Thought he was dead but they saved him with stitches When I come hard let's kill em all, niggas and bitches Leave no witnesses |
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