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Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone. Eazy-E: Eternal. Eternal. Eternal St. Clair, niggas (niggas, niggas). (Laughing. Scream. Thunder.) Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow. The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. 'Member to test nuts . . . (Explosion.) Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! (Laughing.) Right back at your muthafuckin' ass comes those real true thugs staight off the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas. You better tell me what's real, bitch. Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-n-Harmony. Nigga, this St. Clair (this St. Clair, this St. Clair) Layzie: Yeah, nigga. Krayzie: Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground. Bizzy: Nigga be all about that llello bankroll. Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang. Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good til dawn. When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'. Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven. Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray. Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya. When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop. Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya. Krayzie: Them St. Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud. They drugged. I roll with them trues. Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up. What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new. So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks. Bust a left at the block. Hey, what do ya know? Oh, no, the po-po--they follow. Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender. Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five. Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mill, better not get caught for real. Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel. Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets. So drop that dollar, man. Gotta holler, bang. Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts. Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke. Layzie: Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off thai. My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine. But I kill 'em all, dog. Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now? Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down. And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas. Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas. Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell. Daily collectin' me mill, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails. Oh, well. Krayzie: Execution double nine style, with Layzie: steadily sendin' that body underground. |
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Layzie
East 1999 my niggas! Think about back in the days when the year was '89. Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the Clair 9-9. Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real, Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod J--much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the Land fool, and the old school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. Fuckin' with trues. Rest In Peace, little nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love. Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug callin' all my niggas when it's time to nut 'em. In the 9-9, haters gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin' them dum-dums. Krayzie Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town. Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud). Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty. Raise up, nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Nigga, don't stiff on the reefer. Mo! runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks. Cops sweatin' me block. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve. Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none when they roll to the curb. Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land. My niggas, it's crazy. We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily. Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? (Pump.) It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray. Eternally thugsta. East 1999 where (???). Bizzy Gotta give P's to them SCT's! and I roll, big thug on the Glock. Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose. Rippin' up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Fuck them po-po. Lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn. And I guess that hood'll never learn. Gotta dip both them ones in sherm. When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me. Roll up the window. The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me? Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin', no fuckin' with the family. Now feel a nigga, understand me. Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs. East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs. Flesh Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun. They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung. Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch! Trick niggas they get picked. I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect to them SCT's from C-L-E. We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims. The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'. And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'. We flippin' the scripts on over. See the Bone'll be never sober. Niggas told you, triggers showed you. East 9-9. Five soldiers. Wish Murder one, redrum! Try to run and get away, but it's just too late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face! Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool. Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews. Don't start no shit. We come equipped, so niggas, stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'. Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'. Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves. Wish (Layzie & Krayzie) Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run. (run) (*4) (East 99) East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine (*8) |
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Bizzy [Krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [*3] [Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.] Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.] Bizzy Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a--all will be sprayed. Follow the murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily pumpin' must my killas peel you. Po-po was all I saw. Pop-pop, outta the window. We roll. Little Ripsta realer off and better often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish ruggish city where all we bail, when I ran back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin' shells. You're bloody murder murdered. Comin' to serve you, runnin' with gats and bats and more, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll. Krayzie Krayzie's on, and I crept and I came up. Remember that killa, that nigga named Leathaface. Now if you a thug, nigga pick up your pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it! Nigga, we told ya. Be fucked up and startin' this rap thang, now. Never takin' no shorts or losses, man. No way, no how, poppin' now. I steady be thinkin' now that if I change my daily thang. Nigga, don't hang with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat 'em and gut 'em. Me stick 'em. Me stuck 'em. We murdered them every time, now. Bodies be drug off in dumpsters, execution double-nine style. Hey! Say, "Give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin' that llello, bankroll." When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. Layzie Nigga shoulda've seen the Bone they came and touched down. Came up with a plan, and we creepin' up outta me hometown. Me hate to be leavin' the glock-glock now, but I'm livin' so low down, Bone gotta roll out. We livin' like trues, give it up to the bang, always stay down foe my thang. And I still remain the same, never goin' change. Out my hood, I claim. Nigga done jumped in the game. It's straight up confusion, 'cause niggas be shady. Nigga still gotta watch his back daily, even more lately, but they can't break little Layzie. So a nigga stay focused, I gotta get paid. The buddah, it run me forever, me blaze. Thuggin' in my murderous ways. Praisin' the gauge, let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Got 'em, killa.] No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. [Bottom line, nigga.] And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we rollin' with Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. We crept and we came. Bizzy [Krayzie] Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.] Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.] Wish Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang! Told ya, get down for them thangs, man. But Bone still kickin' with the same trues thuggin' on the glock-glock. Ain't shit changed. Buck 'em! Fuck 'em! Put 'em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta. Nigga, don't be tryin' no dumb shit. Bone's still pumpin' them daily slugs at ya. Creepin' up outta the hood, roll to the West Coast with this rap shit--nigga made good. Thinkin' on the nine nine, reachin' for my nine, reachin' for your shit, wish you would. Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in a bodybag. Nigga, down for your cash. Nigga, that's your life. Nigga, it's like that when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. Bailin' down the Clair, gettin' much love, needin' mo' bud, gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke. Me meanin' that yum-yum dope, and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin' my gauge to your throat. Bizzy [Krayzie] Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.] Flesh A nigga stay down foe my thang, bang, sendin' me bullets up into the brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust us. We the muthafuckin' thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga, no shorts or no losses. Nigga, the fifth dawg. Maintain, swang, gotta kick 'em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. Nigga, get tossed by the boss, and I'm off the hook when I put it down with Bone. Wanna fuck with a thug? You're wrong. On the ground they lay, when I spray that chrome. Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I'm comin' up when I ride, got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas find they time to grind. Droppin' the dime, packin' the nine, and ready to bang. Pullin' the triggers to blow out your brains. Bone got a game, man. We crept and we came. (crept and we came… [*6]) Krayzie Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. [*3] Bizzy Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [*4] Krayzie Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill. [*3] |
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Krayzie & Wish
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight. Layzie & Bizzy See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous. Krayzie & Wish And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price. Layzie & Bizzy Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo' Krayzie Don't be fuckin' with my money. Nigga, no. See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all. Pump slugs. When blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall, now, dog, who ya gonna call? Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and Leathaface is not a punk-bitch, so a nigga just can't fuck me. Nigga better have me cash, or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast. Now, test me. Never ever let a nigga ride. When he think he fin to slide, pump him in the spine. Get him for the money. Nigga tried to play me and dash, and that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass. They telly. And me never want to see no, oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga's ends low. If he scared to smoke a primo, gotta go whether fiends in the clique?that's a no-no. Gotta make that money, man. Gimme all my change. It's a murder thang, now. Even in the dummy game, niggas comin' up slain for collectin' they claim. Now, Leathaface, me pick up me gauge, grab the mask, and, nigga, me blast, so ya better re spect us, when you see the bill collector rippin', killin' niggas for that mad money thang. Layzie Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with trues, nothin' to lose, everything to prove. Little thug from the C-Town, never caught sleepin', always on the come up creepin', runnin' this shit, now. Puttin' that Bone down. Gotta let a nigga know for the love of cheese, movin' thangs in the '95. Rollin' with Ruthless, thuggin' with my niggas from the Clair, and we smokin' them green leaves. Fuck with me, now. Oh, nigga, don't test Rest, Strate, Leathaface in the place on a mission. Don't be messin' with my bankroll. Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes. And I'm bettin' on me takin' no more losses, put 'em in a coffin, and they life is better off, and these niggas--they don't know me--they can't know me. Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin' with the muthafuckin' Bone, see. Nigga, gotta get me mine on the nine-nine. In the '95, bodies droppin'. When you hear my pistol select ya dome, respect that true house or underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector--Bone. Krayzie & Wish Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight. Layzie & Bizzy See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous. Krayzie & Wish And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price. Layzie & Bizzy Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo' Wish Nigga, take it off. Thank you. Please don't make me stack ya. Time to pay the bill, write your check up all night, catch a slug or chill. Bill collectors, better respect them Mo Thugs. Sellin' drugs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum, check 'em. Click-click, fall to the ground. When the glock pop, make your chest pump blood. And takin' too long, better drop it on down, or ya catchin' two to the head. Shoulda gave 'em up, bitch, to the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now, you're dead (yeah). Gotta pull that nine on the niggas everytime, sellin' rocks on the nine-nine. Gotta put him on the pave. If ya want to die, put 'em in the grave, better give me all them dimes. (mine!) Krayzie (Layzie) I didn't want to take his life, but the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello. (I see me, the murderer.) (*4) Bizzy Sawed-off pumpin', dumpin' steadily. All the way to the other side we ride. Sherm, when I hit that chrome and now, niggas is 'bout to die. Thugsta theivin' off in Cleveland, and I couldn't sell out my city. Murder now to come up, move, Bone'll be bringin' that city, with me, pin me. Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't fuck with brains. Put in my mind off onto my murder. Murder y'all all, and I flees the scene clean. And I'm out to fade 'em. Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em. Better pray to save 'em, but it won't any good, now. Bang, bang. Caution to loss in me brain, get 'em up off the 'caine. Bang! Kill a nigga. Bang! Peel a trigger. Bang! Comin' up out to wet 'em, man. Off with the blood, put 'em in the mud with a slug, thug gotta get paid. Reachin' on back as we bail to pick up me shells. I slip in the buck, and the gauge spray. Sawed-off on the block, cocked, ready to pop ya, now. 'Cause broke gets played, this dope get paid, and nigga, come drop it down. Krayzie & Wish Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight. Layzie & Bizzy See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous. Krayzie & Wish And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price. Layzie & Bizzy Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo' Frankie Faison (from "Coming To America") Your rent's due, muthafucka! |
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Goddamn cigarettes! …Nigga that shit sound sweet if everybody… Krayzie Budsmokers only. Budsmokers only, only. (x4) Wish Some niggas be passin' that weed on to the thugsta niggas from Cleveland, gotta smoke 'til it's all gone. Now, we wanna bone, 'cause a nigga be creepin'. Called all my thugstas, all them niggas drank. Called all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed. Gotta get me some, now. Krayzie My love is in hydro, gotta choke, let me loc' with a little bit of smoke in my throat. Can't let-a-me high go. Goin' broke. Mo Thug hit the bud up and then get up upon me. Inhale, just lit up a blunt, and me roll fat one to get P.O.D.'ed. They label me killa, drugdealer, that realer nigga, Krayzie weeded. Layzie Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro, need me a hit of the tweed, made me drop to me knees. And I gotta give love to the green leaves, steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease. Thuggin' on off in the cut, now when I'm checkin' on how this shit's on. In a raid, smoked out with my nigga, Tav. Smokin' that tweed 'til we fall to our grave. Bizzy Make up the dummy to make up me money. Weed run me, and headed for broke, smoke on the bong, hit the bong wrong, nigga, me cough and choke. We, the real O.T.'s loc' strong, Bone. I gotta C-note to toke on. So choke on, me holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone for long, and stay long. Krayzie Wanna get you fucked up. Gonna get you fucked up. (Hey, now, pass me some reefer.) (x2) Wish Mr. Inventor-of-the-green-leaves, gotta give P's, 'cause I love this type shit. And it's never gonna quit. Doctor told me better stop, but man, fuck that bitch! Me never goin' stop me smoke, try to tell me, gauge in your throat. Gotsta run me on, fuckin' with Bone, lovin' this weed song. Krayzie Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews, steady be losin' me balance. Take a puff to the dome, trippin' off Flesh Bone, showin' off me talent. Smoke until-a-me die, nigga gotta get high, if you wanna come right. Come with me, smoke on a blunt and get nice. Nigga, take a weed fiend's advice. (nice!) Layzie Feelin' onto main, quarter-roll to the brain. Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas is insane. Other niggas can't hang. It's a Bone thang, how a nigga like me smoke and maintain and remain #1. Here I come with the tweed in my chest. Nigga, got his wig to the curb, split up and serve, but fuck it! Gotta have them green herbs. Bizzy If you got bag of tweed, well blaze it with me fool. Now don't be stingy, and please no pinnas. Make it swollen! 'Cause if I had me some weed, you know I'd smoke it with you. Come-come get wit-a-me--me and my niggas blunts we rollin'. Krayzie & Bone Budsmokers only. Budsmokers only, only. (*8) Krayzie I take a hit of the reefer, keep smokin'. (*8) |
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Tha crossroads - Bone Thugs 'N Harmony
(BONE): Bone Bone Bone Bone Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone Tell me whatcha gonna do, now tell me there ain't nowhere to run When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you Tell me whatcha gonna do, now tell me there ain't nowhere to hide When judgment comes for you, cuz it's gonna come for you (BIZZY): Head south, Slingin' it for Wally Eazy sees Uncle Charlie, Little Boo and God's got 'em And I'm gonna miss everybody I roll with Bone, my gang Look to dem rocks and slang And pray to dust and man, that true beat to beat the same Lil' Layzie came to me Tell me the truth of the deceased, but then please Murder me bye-bye, cry-cry? No way, your gang Oh yay (LAYZIE): Now Flesh you workin' on a plan from heaven, follow the lord all 24/7 days God is who we praise, even though the devil's all up in my face He's keepin' me safe and in my place? St. Clairs can't catch the race without chase, now face the judge Got to get myself a buzz, girls be bitches no messin' with thugs Oooo, what can I do, it's all about a felly/family and how we do? Can I get a witness lettin' a fool, we livin' our lives and turn in our soul? A-o-way-o (KRAYZIE): Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday And we pray, and we pray and we pray, and we pray Still we're lacin' Now follow me roll stroll, whether He's tellin me seven And to think about people bein bust out on their ass, while all these thugs drinkin brew It's steady keepin' up with me family, exactly how many days we got lastin' Why you laughin', we're passin' passin' away Now we gonna rest our souls, cuz I know I'd meetcha at up at the crossroads Yall'd know, if you ever got love from them Bone thugs baby (WISH): Now Eazy's gone gone, really wish he could come home But when you gotta die, gotta bye-bye, all a thug could do is cry cry Why they kill my dog, and man I miss my Uncle Charles y'all He shouldn't be gone, in front of his home What they did to Ruu was wrong Oooo so wrong, gotta hold on, gotta stay strong When the day comes better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on (BONE): Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday Chorus: (BIZZY & WISH): See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads (LAYZIE & KRAYZIE): So you won't be lonely See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at tha corssroads crossroads crossroads So you won't be lonely (BIZZY): And I'm gonna miss everybody, and I'm gonna miss everybody Oooo and I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody, and I'm gonna miss everybody Oooo and I'm gonna miss everybody (LAYZIE): Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how we live Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how we live Livin' in a hateful world, sendin' me straight to heaven, that's how we live And I'm askin' the good lord, while inside he told me we live to die (FLESH): What's up with the murder ya'll See, my little cousin was home Somebody really wrong, and he wanted to test his dome And Ms. Sleazy set up Eazy bone (KRAYZIE): You know what sayin, when Bizzy is comin its seems to be gettin easier Again and again, tell me whatcha gonna do (WISH): Can somebody anybody tell me why Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why, we die we die, but I don't wanna die (BONE): Oooo so wrong, Oooo wrong, Oooo so wrong, Ooooooooooo wrong Chorus: (BIZZY & WISH) See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads (LAYZIE & KRAYZIE) So you won't be lonely See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at tha crossroads crossroads crossroads So you won't be lonely (Repeat gradually fading away) |
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Doom, doom, doom, doom, me killa, (Bone…) me killa, (…Bone…) me killa. (…Bone*…) Drug dealers, and less niggas, 'less niggas, 'less niggas. Come again me say me killa, me killa, me killa. Gravedigger, and less niggas, 'less niggas, 'less niggas. Caught 'cha slippin' so I had to put a slug up in your chest. Should have worn that vest. Talkin' shit'll only get your ass put to rest. So nigga come come flex. Hey! Get the llello. Don't fuck with the Bone. When I'm hangin' and bangin' and slangin, swangin' blows to the dome. Nigga watch that chrome. Bodybag that ass on home. Killa, me killa.
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Krayzie
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit. Buck, buck to the bang. Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga. Yeah. A nigga that always at my city with me, now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic? Nigga that thought he could bang. That nigga's stuck. That nigga's blasted They got my man from the Land. Never ran, I step with deadly men. If ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand. Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland. We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep, and the blood is seepin'. Got niggas in alleys, fuck niggas in badges. We say bang! Eighty-eight through ten-five?my clique. St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with. Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body. Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. We comin' to shoot up your posse. My niggas, they comin' up out the woods, to get the goods. Krayzie be thug, and want to die, that's from comin' up in my hood. We killas. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun, bust one, they done. Cleveland is where we from. Hearts, thugs have none. High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the bitches carry guns. [*2] Bizzy Soon as I hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't have no gun. Come with original thugsta shit. I be flippin' it with-a-me tongue. Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from And I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none Follow Rip one, now, on and on, them definitely got me back And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta nigga, with or without my gat. Forever be ready to pull out me murderin' tools East 99 style, fool! Me put it in mind on murderin' you, followin' whenever me murder is true. Niggas that claim to bang bang, when it comes to slang thangs, they don't. They know they cannot buck me, one of 'em sure to slug me, but they hope the thug I be, Bizzy. Better let 'em him be or they'll see nigga, hangin', swangin'. Never to miss?The Biz is me. Krayzie High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the bitches carry guns. [*2] Layzie Livin' in the Land of the Heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps. Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack. Runnin' up on the Bone, you need to be pap pap. Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs, defendin' they drugs. When they roll up niggas be creepin' up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a hold up But nigga, now hold on. Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown Any mind is blown, lookin' down the barrel of this Mossberg chrome to the dome Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage, copper take these here rocks Double glock, my pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever the trouble knocks Steadily hittin', me clean up, get lit up forever your soul'll burn And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up. These niggas must learn Yearnin' to earn cheese. Ready to die, so niggas can't take these Want to clock G's, want to move keys, not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please East nine nine, crime finds mine, strayin' on this road to hell, and prison walls, testin' balls, for the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' 9-deep my thugs. Rippin' apart shit so nigga, don't start shit, 'cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless. Die! Krayzie [Layzie] High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really [really no place to run!] no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even [Even the bitches carry guns] the bitches carry guns. [*6] |
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Bizzy (Wish)
Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4) Layzie I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb. Get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve. Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us before. We're druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts! Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. Puttin' in work, and I hit 'em where it hurts. Puttin' it down. Bone first. And I'll hit 'em with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you wantin' to test Bone. The conse-sequences are fatal. Ready be strapped, pap, with-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin me label: Ruthless. And I steady be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah. For the love of the Wasteland Clair. For the love that brought me here. Droppin' P's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop your pistol now. If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. Harmony smooth with the thug shit. Mo Murda to the fools that clone. Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness. And it's war tryin' to craft these Bones. Bring on your stretchers, you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to cross this. Come and get that ass tossed by the boss, bitch! Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4) Krayzie Niggas come fuck with me now! Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump! Nigga that's my daily thang. Down with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. Bitch if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga we're comin' to cut 'cha. Everyday be the same old: St. Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs. But nigga back up it's a bone thing, what? Never takin' no shorts or no losses, creepin' up outta me clique see. Mo Murda! Mo Murda! And Ouija will be with me. Creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of money. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. Remember me no surrender. Kill 'em me dig real deep in a coffin. Me no pretender. Leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Wish Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in them coffins. Let 'em know when niggas run up, I gun 'em. Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let 'em drop, Mo Thug! Them niggas is nothing but killas. We creepin', we needin' more money. We seen and we caught and hung him, uh! I'm lovin' my thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas. The nigga you know that I heard you serve and murder all bustas now. Hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. And a nigga gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. Cockin' my pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what? Shoot a bitch just like a nigga, ain't no fear, for trigger you'll fall. It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine, yeah it's my time. Me and my thugs, smokin', chokin', let a nigga P.O.D. off that wine. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Flesh Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood. It'll be your loss. Even if you bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no good. Can't fuck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out. Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Clair, we strip 'em and beat they brains out. I gotta give P's to all of my trues steadily payin' them dues. We niggas with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin' on brew and actin' a fool. Mo Thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud, fiend for the green leaves. Nigga, quick pull out them trees. I pull out my cheese. Now, gimme, now, what me need. Remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you run up, I'm bound to rip ya. Me puttin' in work, pullin' me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it. Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the Bone'll take no shorts or losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Bizzy Boneyard! Pump nigga that's startin' some shit up, what? Little Ripsta, get 'cha. Cleveland thugs, all of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. Ready to fuck you up. Must bust them, and steady be dumpin', thuggin' on the Clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas. When a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll. Now they be gunnin' outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back door. Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your TEC, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride. Me killa, gravedigger nigga, comin' up out my trench. Rest In Peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire fence. Hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin'. Gotta watch when the po-po raisin' up upon me. Turn around and faced 'em. Pump, pump and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now). |
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(Birds singing; snoring; rooster crowing; alarm clock; yawning)
(Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone)) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) (Verse 1: Krayzie Bone) Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day And I won't fuck with me (Why?) 'Cause it's the first of the month And now I be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts And sippin' on forty ounces, thuggin' Come, come, we got the blunts and rum From jumpin' all night, we high Hit up the block to where? (East 99) I get with my nigga to get me some ye-yo Double up, nigga, what you need? We got weed to get P.O.D.-ed Fiend for the green leaves Give it up, it's the first for sure. Better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll So (Oh, no) break If you can't get away, better toss that ye-yo Keep your bankroll Yeah, we havin' a celebration Love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind I'm down for mine, crime after crime Fin to creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill If we got the food (Ooh) you know it's the first of the month And my nigga, we chills for real (Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone)) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) (Verse 2: Bizzy Bone) Wake up, and I see that my sister was already dressed She said, "I'm gonna run and go get my stamps Watch and make sure no one snatches my check." Nigga, that's the mailman; sort through the mail And put it up in-a me pocket Then I be hittin' the ninety-nine To get me a dub for forty duckets But ain't no bucket Ride that Rita, hop on the ten to the Clair Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs, and I cash that dub Man, I gotta get there Playa-playa, holla, holla St. Clair got much to offer Whether it be weed on 93 Or off on the Glock-glock for some dollars So get a bag of dope and a quarter roll, oh Most all of my niggas got the same And we gonna roll it all up to smoke it Hittin' that reefer, hydro Been known to cut, so fuck them po-po Toss all that ye-yo with a bone and say "Ho" Runnin' through the alley (And into the malley) Hop on the second to sundown Nose run from January, November, December I'm lovin' the first of the month (Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone)) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) (Verse 3: Wish Bone) It's the first of the month Gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that I claim And I slang on the double nine Now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty Can a thug get love? What's up? Try to slang on my corner, nigga, yous a goner St. Clair niggas don't like that And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money Come back, nigga, get pap-pap From the first to the fifteenth niggas smoke plenty weed But I gotta save, gotta come up Put my rocks in the cut When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt Time to roll to the pad, count out my profits And add it to the stash Gotta watch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool But never no shorts or no losses, dumpin' Keepin' these niggas up off me See, the whole block, spend a couple bills Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first (Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone)) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) (Verse 4: Layzie Bone (Krayzie Bone)) Wakin' up, feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin' I'm yawnin', light-weight bent, chug-a-lug-a Take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then I can kick it with my trues. But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on Hop on the phone, callin' up Krayzie Bone "Wanna know, did you're O.G. check come?" (She put me down) "I'ma hop on the bus with Biz" (You know, let's get drunk) And I'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk Nigga, T, just put me down Oh, God, how I love when the first come around, now Me freakin' me black and milds Head across town, 'cause nigga the first get celebrated Rushin' to the block, 'cause I wanna get faded Lookin' all wild, 'cause I'm need me hair braided We heavy off into this game True to the first, just call me that pro slang Them nickels and dimes, the twenties, the fifties The first be the day for the dopeman Slangin' that cocaine, fool And I'm workin' late tonight And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs 'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes Come, come up with them ends I gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff You're live with the Bone thugs, Poetic Hustla'z And the graveyard shift on the first Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month, to get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on. (Chorus: Layzie Bone (Bizzy Bone)) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (It's the first of the month) To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (So cash your checks and get up) |
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Bizzy
Shiiiit! Layzie Nigga, it's the nigga's night out tonight, nigga Wish Awwooooooo! Krayzie Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to Heaven. (*4) Keep rollin', smokin', stay chokin'. All Buddah lova. Gotta learn to smoke the buddah. Bizzy I'm so glad you showed me, Krayzie, Layzie, Wish, Flesh. Krayzie Reefer really makes me happy. Krayzie & Layzie (Layzie) Hydro, (me just can't let-a-me) high go. (Me smokin' upon that) hydro. Me just can't let-a-me high go. (Smoke) Smoke smokin' that hydro, (won't) won't let-a-me high go. (*4) Krayzie, Layzie, Wish, Flesh Water the reefer, me slaughter, straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, (a bag) a sack, a sack, a sack. It grew in the water, the reefer, me slaughter, straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, a sack, a sack, a sack Krayzie (Layzie) It grew in the water… (Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, sack, a sack.) (*4) Layzie ( with Krayzie) I'm takin' a hit of the bud, gotta give love to my thugs. Smokin, not chokin', now what? (I'm fucked up. That hydro really got me buzzed, me buzzed) Krayzie (Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, & Flesh) Keep rollin'. (Rollin' swollen', stay chokin'.) (*2) Keep rollin'. (Rollin' swollen', and chokin'.) (*6) All (Bizzy) (Krayzie) Nothin' but the Bone in me. (Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk, box of blunts, come get drunk.) It's nothin' but the Bone in me. (Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk, sack of skunk, come get drunk.) (It's sneakin' upon me.) All Wiiiiiiine! Bizzy (Layzie) Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind every time. (Double your crime, double your crime.) When a me roll on the nine-nine, you'll find a stream of bullets and un--load. (with-a-me right way down your…) All …Buddah. Bizzy (Flesh) Choke up, went up into ya, smoke jump outta me buddah. (Hittin' that hydro, lettin' me school ya.) Oh, that buddah in your lungs, can't let that buddah fool ya. All It's nothin' but the Bone in me. Heeeeeey, hey! It's nothin' but the Bone in me. Heeeeeey. Keep hittin' that reefer sendin' me straight to Heaven. (*4) Bizzy If ya got a bag of tweed, well blaze it with me, fool. Krayzie Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews, steady be losin' me balance. Layzie (Krayzie) It's a Bone thang how a nigga like me smoke and maintain. (Maintain!) All (Krayzie) (Krayzie & Layzie) How a nigga like me smoke and maintain. (Remain the same.) (Number one!) |
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Bizzy (Police Officer)
Shhh! Shut up, nigga. Shut the fuck up, nigga. Here they come. Here they come. Here they come, nigga. Duck down, nigga. Duck down. Duck down. Shit! (There they are.) Shit, come on, nigga. Come on! (These assholes are nothin' for a stake out.) Make a run for it. Nigga make a... (Freeze, motherfucker!) Shit! Bizzy (Krayzie) I'm little Ripsta. I'm... (Leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.)…bye Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas. I'm...) Willin' and ready to ride. Krayzie Pop-pop! Droppin' them niggas with the glock, done. Nigga, you best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block stunned. One eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. You fuckin' with Bone, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. We droppin' that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air. Then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't care. You don't wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga. Better check my manuscript: drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler. Fuck with the Ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some. Senseless killa. Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. Fuck with the Bone, four niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on. Krayzie put one to your dome and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong, so go on. 'Cause nigga this sawed-off ain't full of shit. Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed, man. They givin' me what me need, man. When I light my blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we smoke-smoke-smoke, get paid good, so we goin' blaze good. So come to the Land where all the thugs be real. Them St. Clair niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga. Bizzy (Krayzie) I'm little Ripsta. I'm... (Leather Face comin' to kill 'em at night.)…bye Die, die, die! (So must we buck them studio thugstas. I'm...) Willin' and ready to ride. Bizzy (Police Officer) (Lie down with your hands behind your back!) Naw bitch, you lie your funky ass on the ground, now! Reporter The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible nightmare. Bizzy Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test Rest or you get a peeled cap. Pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a nigga done get that skull cracked. Little' Rip didn't wanna! The bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up. Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up. Nuts, bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs. All niggas'll get mauled, no thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all. And they'll never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!. Bet I bringin' in them guns, run, a thug get low down. You don't wanna get nutted, 'cause nigga you gonna get bloody (bloody) once you see the braids and skully. Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely. What is it in you, deeper than dead? And we get fried. P.O.D.'d when a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the night. Once inside forgettin' about remorse. Your curse will ride. Cry now when you're ready to lie down. When I'm weak in a mental state, somebody gonna die, now. Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs. Witnesses Man, he just...all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window. I didn't know what was goin' on. I'm just walkin' by. Just got a?bought a bottle of wine. I was walkin' by, and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled. (That was it.) I'm not sure what happened. Well, I saw his wife begging him, and she said, "Don't jump." And he did...wheeeeeew Did you know the guy? He sure had a problem. That's all I could tell you. All I seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her away, I guess it was his wife. |
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[Hook:] Mo murda mo murda Come come again [Repeat 8x] [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Dear Mr.Ouija, Let 'em know who the boss is So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love, Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome, Gotta haunt that dome, Folla me roll stroll down East 1999 Gotta find these row hoes, Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden Nigga you was off inna my hood? I'm a, real thuggish nigga, So a, I would have to kill ya so die, Popped off to the coffin, Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain, Nigga got ta fucked up bang Taking no shorts so fuck ya man, Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies, Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain, Hey we slay niggas who think we play, Nigga, me deadly wid the gun, Machete be dipped in rum, Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin' Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead, I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda That's what Ouija said, Gotta put one in ya head, Bang, We coming to serve ya, Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda [Hook] [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Will I die of murda bloody mo murda, Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily? Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em up wid me thugs, See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs Givin' up shots out to the glock glock Eighty eight to the ten five, Them killas be pumpin' them slugs, Niggas be fiendin' me daily, Me silence me twelve guage eruption, And I'm on a road to destruction And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me, Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya Number one assassin's still the realer nigga Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind, Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man, So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game? And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful, My twelve guage just so forceful, So playa hate when I'm in ya town The nigga me bucking 'em down And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas, Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas, Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now, Put 'em on the ground, lay down, Nigga check my thang the way that we swang When I'm coming to serve ya, Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin' Mo murda mo murda [Hook] [Verse 3: Wish Bone] Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run Can't get away from my shotgun Leavin' them bodies fucked up, Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone, Nigga wanna die when fuckin' wid, Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch, Now you wanna catch some bang bang Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang, What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya? You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda Better pack that five five, I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite, You don't wanna hear that glock pop, When the glock pop pop don't stop, We all about murda mo, Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go, We straight from Cleveland, Clack back nigga ya bleeding, You don't wanna fuck wid Bone, Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone If you wanna die bye, See you in the gutter let mama cry, Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump, Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda [Hook] [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone] Eternally thugsta style, Will I die of murda now? East ninety nine follow me grind And all descending that body underground, way down Me ride and everyone dies, And I, rolling wid my killas, And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie, Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em That'll be little Ripsta, sinister Kill y'all, put 'em in the river, Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin' Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em All up off inna the coffin, Ready to fade 'em, To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions, Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay Found out none of my niggas was bluffing, For the love of the murda man the murda game The same but a bang bang bang, Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off St Clair stays, down for the murda mo Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze, You know, nigga we can't be bluffing We bannnggg insane, When I put one to your temple, Mo murda then blow out ya brain Mo murda mo murda Come come again, Come bloody murda ['til fade] |
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(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh--killa, killa) Tony Tone If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride. Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside, but when you come just bring your guns wit 'cha. If you're a busta niggas goin' have fun wit 'cha. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. It all remains the same. Wish Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair, nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drunk, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now. Niggas that I thug with kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And nigga we peel caps?pap! Fin' to get your wig cracked back. Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down. I wish you would try to get some redrum, bitch! Nigga, don't test my hood. Tombstone A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch. Puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit. So don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine. The foundation of niggas committin' the crime and murderin' every time. Niggas beware, 'cause here come the Clair mobbin' like some soldiers. Watch me fold you for actin' like somebody never told you. So off we go to the bloody road. Time to bless some souls with that nine shot, givin' props to the glock-glock. Flesh Pump-dump, when I let my shells down. Hit a lick, now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. I reach for the gauge and mash, yell out "one-eighty-seven" and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's fucked. Your feelin' the wrath of the Boneyard. Thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift then comin' up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop-chops. We rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop-pop. Me give up shots out to the glock-glock. Krayzie You better believe that we runnin' this thug style. Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish, them wicked now. We straight off the glock-glock. Run up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside. Better have your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high. One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to no good. Po-po. Fuck no! They never could fuck with a thug-ho. All (Krayzie) Pop-pop, (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh?killa.) givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock (*4) Mo! Hart Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks on bloody clothes. Thugs gaugin' pump eruptions, nigga trippin' shot and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after round after round. Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. Ain't no sound, just the demon screamin', "Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer." Ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig split, and made your body rupture. Hunt my victims on a mission, flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide. Let my nuts and my gauge hang low. Now, walk on by. All Boogy Nikke on the mic, right. Boogy Nikke Thuggin' through my thuggish-ass hood at night with my pipe. Thuggin' down the double-glock, tryin' to get my serve on. Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on. But one to the sucka's head and two up in his body. Now peep my creep. I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me. Layzie We jumpin' up off of the hood. We bailin'. We thugs and we lookin' like crooks. The terror be fatal. Ready to roll, now we willing and able. Rollin' with Ruthless?Bitch! Better check my label. Murdered them (them), never come again where the scandalous niggas settle. Bloody nigga, trues be on my level. Eighty through the ten-five is the soldiers' ghetto. Nigga, don't take the wrong turn--you will enter the hood, and we're splitters so cover your dome. Out the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. Cleveland Browns, the Dawg Pound home, it's on. Sin Never get in the mix of a Clair player--you're liable to get your wig split and dumped in a ditch, bitch! 'Cause them thugs sendin' them slugs, leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what? Don't make me go in my trench. Nigga, you got me bent, all fucked up. Your luck's up. Now y'all done get sent to your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' with those... Gates It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you. The dummy thought we'd never divide, go nationwide with the buck-buck. So where you at? Where you at? I'm strapped and ready to snap and yank a nigga's neck back. Split a Kool-Aid hat. Into the graveyard, but prepare to get drugged up on the Clair to tear a round 'fore somebody gets struck. You still won't want some bitch, and what the muthafuck I want? I want to wham you with a Tec-9. Now bitch, press your luck! All (Krayzie) Pop-pop, (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh?killa.) givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock (*16) |
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