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Who the nigga with the gauge in ya face?
It's Leatherface in the place, about to hit ya in ya bankroll! All the niggaz that was poppin before started to rock it We got this, now try to stop it if ya ain't hoes! Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow, and have them feelin it all over the world They see the Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone! Me and my niggaz is thorough-bred and every time we pull up in the party we twirl in Yeah, they be like, "look, look, there go them Bone Thug niggaz" "I wonder if them niggaz is really some thug niggaz" And then they start to drink and get a little buzz in em And then they get to thinkin they can f**k with us niggaz Now we don't need a lot of bodyguards when we roll So, you know we packin heaters from the door Fo-Fo, all I really need to guard my body And plus I'm with some niggaz all kind of psychotic... You niggaz is f**ked, yeah! That's what ya gonna do? When ya run up, ya done up, them busta niggaz fools And we don't play, catch a feelin, bring it yo way! We them thugs, niggaz really buzzed, nigga all day! If we have to, yeah, think about the time When a nigga disrespect mine, where I'm from, then I got to shoot! St. Clair, yeah! Cleveland's right here! Hustlin right here, them thugsta niggaz right here! What, what? Them other niggaz play tenderous, and won't bust! Not-not me no... no, not me no, I will, bust at will, I'll see ya Comeback boy, for sayin what? And I'll spray ya, yes, I'll see ya, see ya You should have never passed, stay in your place Mind your bidness or end up needin a witness, yeahhhhhh.... Let me make this the last time, a nigga gotta say this The original Bone Thugs, them niggaz ain't to play with We get down for our damn thang, rank us among the greatest And I'm sendin my shouts out, and f**k you to the haters Who deny? In 1994 we switched the game up With the homies with the rappin and the flow that always change up Playin lames in the games, what a shame, had to hang up They music careers, cause my clique brought the bangers These niggaz wanna ride on a coat-tail They stay on the dick, because we servin 'em so swell I remember when motherf**kers called it bitin They used to do that, cause these niggaz couldn't write it All I'm tryna say is, give a nigga credit If a nigga can't get it, then a nigga gettin deaded It's all about respect, remember Layzie Bone said it Better believe I'ma get mine, I'm dyin as a legend I'm livin as a legend, if I want it I'ma get it Nigga, hustle game tight, y'all can't f**k with it This swagger is so strong, been doin it so long And nigga it's so cold, with bidness! We got the (Thugs) on the (Line), and the (Thugs) screamin (Mo!) When we put it all together, thug niggaz gettin dough Settin trends in this bitch, like we did it before Still creepin on ah come up, through the backdoor, nigga! |
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Leatherface, Let 'em die...Shoot 'em...
Shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they...shoot 'em if they move (move, move) Intro Runnin' with the AK-47, watch 'em all fall dwn, down (1, 2, 3, 4; Dead) Runnin' with the AK-47, come on what's up with y'all now (What's up with y'all now) -Refrain- Runnin' with the AK-47 buckin', heated heavy/ Nigga love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em Krayzie Runnin' with the AK-47/ Buckin', heated heavy, bustin' niggas in the belly/ Then I follow with the .357 and then the automatic Tech'll get 'em/ Niggas love the way I wet 'em when I get up in 'em Hit 'em, and I really meant to split 'em/ Put these niggas on they ass like a overdose of penicillin Murda, nigga wanna pack a pistol wit it/ We got a coffin that'll fit you in it/ The bullets come with it Heard a nigga 'posed to be on the stalk/ So now we takin' caution when we walk/ A lot of niggas can talk, they better not be actin'/ Nigga better show me some affirmative action/ Cuz I'm a take it Maybe more/ Comin' throu blastin'/ An innocent nigga; You try to run and go back/ Cuz nigga, That crossfire's no lie/ Your muthafuckin' bullets fly by me blind/ It's a hell of a war so muthafucker Bring it on, bitch/ Hell yeah, we been ready for the longest/ Who you gonna come with? Yes We sinnin', so maybe to die; We gotta be ready (ready) Got into the game just a lil' too deep (too deep) Now muthafuckers on the creep but I can't sleep until my enemies rest in peace, rest in peace -Refrain- (Murda Mo! It's that Bloody Murda Mo!) Krayzie Yeah, stackin' the artillery shop/ Then get the enemy and fuck up the cops/ This shit'll kill 'em on the spot/ Throw 'em in the lake/ Right off of the rocks and get the fuck away/ Don't get caught You better hurry, nigga/ G-O for what you N-O/ So ho, come on/ Nigga, wanna see if it's real We got promos/ Stack 'em and tag 'em with the 44 magnum/ Get 'em inside 'em, hit the spine Paralyze 'em/ Listen to the pistol when it whistles, spittin' many missles, splittin' niggas to the gristle Hit 'em in the middle of the forehead/ Is the muthafuckin' ho dead? Oh, yeah! Reload it! M-11 9 millimeters up in the front; pump stuck, when we jump out to run; They in the trunk/ I told you Right up under my seat I keep heat/ You playin' me? Don't forget, it's right next to my feet Never know what I'm a pull out and shoot when I reach, and y'all ain't leavin' the scene without bleedin'; Stick it to 'em/ Nigga, give it to 'em however they want it/ Bring it to us, and it's brung back/ Trust us -Refrain- (Murda Mo! It's that Bloody Murda Mo!) Krayzie Who you gonna fuck with? ThugLine? Now it's the end of the song and I drunk the whole bottle I been fuckin' with the killa liquor/ Sippin' Hennessey/ And I got me the pin to see the fuckin' enemy that wanna put me deep/ Paranoid when I'm in the streets; bulletproof, but they can get me underneath or in the upper H-E-A-D/ And I don't wanna be another casualty-ty so I got to be much quicker to release/ Screamin' bloody murder/ Makin' muthafuckers eat the Mossburger/ Undertaker Nigga, take 'em under to the Wasteland/ Leather Face up in the place/ You better pin a nigga Crazy? Krayzie/ Never mistake me for these lames that be fakin', playa hatin', concentratin'/ So we eliminate and we erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em, erase 'em, erase 'em, yes we erase 'em Outro If you wanna get fucked up, nigga wanna get bucked up (Jump); Buck...{shot} |
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Intro
The world, the world, the world, is very different now... -Refrain- Everybody wants some paper (I want some) Niggas fightin' over paper (I know you want some) And when you die, I can bet you (You will die) you died tryin' to get some paper (I can bet you will die) Shame, shame... Krayzie Ain't life a fucked up game with all the green? Mighty, mighty dollar bill y'all (bill y'all) have you sinnin'/ Eventually in a coffin one day/ But you can't knock the hustle; niggas got bills to pay Struggle and strive/ I'm tryin' to stay alive, but in the meantime I'm a get mine/ Everything'll be fine When I can eat and get high/ I mean eat when I want to/ Purchase some weed and have a place to P.O.D. when I want to/ But tryin' to make the paper ain't the only worry/ I got to keep my glock cocked; niggas be plottin' on me, tryin' to hurt me/ So I stop, and nigga, "What's up? I'm in a hurry" No time for conversations with niggas that's thinkin' to murder me/ But I pin 'em everytime(everytime) Time after time they try, but you can be deceased/ No more, your life/ Friends is usually your foes You know you're just like everybody/ I trust nobody Cuz everybody want the paper -Refrain- Money, money, money...Make your, make your, cash flow... Krayzie A nigga be thinkin'; ain't it funny sometimes that you can be quick to do a crime; you come up and get robbed and shot, but you got the same job? Tricky business/ Sometimes you get your wig split/ But, shit, for the cheddar, I guess we just be willing to risk it "This is a stick up. Give up the cash, your wallet, purse" Nigga dash/ You turn around; I'm puttin a bullet up in your ass Desperate-ass niggas don't play/ Me and my niggas ain't ate all day/ And you can go to the grave for meal plate Niggas play dirty cuz we out here hungry/ We just want a meal on the table And a meal in the pocket/ You die if you cannot pay for your life/ Niggas is frantic And that's why (that's why, that's why, that's why...) -Refrain- Big hundred dollar bills, y'all...Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills, y'all? Would you kill? Would you kill? Would you kill for them hundred dollar bills y'all? -Refrain- Better make your cash flow (cash flow, cash flow) Nigga better make your cash flow/ Nigga make your money, money, man Better hustle up and make your cash flow...Fuck being poor. |
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(Krayzie)
Raw, raw, raw. . . Retaliation is a must, nigga The enemy must suffer the muthaf**kin' consequences Deadly. . . Yeah, I want all of these muthaf**kas dead I don't wanna see one muthaf**ka left breathin' Kill all these muthaf**kas (Chorus) Them niggas be killas Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Bloody, bloody murder. . . Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Killa . . . . (Krayzie) I'm thuggin off in my house out in Cleveland Weeded, I'm sleepin', P.O.D.'ed Dozed off, but I was awakened by the telephone ringin' I picked it up Hello? At first, nobody would answer me, so I said it again Hello? Somebody starts breathin' Not thinkin', I hung up the phone Niggas be playin' jokes, I payed it no mind It could've been just my f**kin' friends Then I sat back and closed my eyes no more than four seconds, it rung again Hello? And why in the f**k is you playin'? Somebody yelled out, "You die!" Before I could even reply, some nigga jumped right through the window buckin' a pistol I jumped out of the chair, grabbed the bullets on the way to the stairs Feelin' hot bullets fly over my head Thinkin' for sure that I'm gonna be dead Scared? Oh yeah! So I turned around and ran out the backdoor instead Them niggas was steadily buckin' Whoever was dumpin', they surely did want me in the red. Continued to fled--hit a couple of fences Thinkin' 'bout who could have did this? Retaliation: I'll handle my business, kill 'em--as God as my witness I called up my niggas; they ready for war Kill 'em's the way that we even the score If you did not come for war, what in the f**k you come here for? (Chorus)x2 What you niggas be? Killas . . . Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Bloody, bloody murder . . . Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Killa . . . (Bam) Five infrared dots, trail by these steel toes runnin' in your spot You smokin' hot Gather troops, destinations be your block The stakes is high since '94 Got your tightest G for ransom Maybe unhand 'em and let him go Hell no, you shouldn't've chanced it It's not essential, got smoked, only deaththreats on your boast So take it as a quote, get violent if you see me, loc We deadly--step, pay your sins, you'll die a thousand times He's found with open eyes, and mesmerized, no vital signs That's fifty mercenaries that blood money can't afford Jump out of new Accords ??? got two swords A deadly ?, fate been chosen Get your eyes swollen I roll and dreams we're golden, and now your hood we controllin' You tellin' lies, caught you slippin' up at your Mama's house Should've took you out, but I told my homies throw you out Better thank your stars, relocate anywhere close to Mars Stop actin' hard, you got more than you bargained for (Chorus) You niggas be killas Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Bloody, bloody murder . . . Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Killa . . . (Bam) We leave 'em shell-shocked, forty glocks and dirty looks and pop shotz We verse 'em twice; murda books police, 'cause scared of heights It's cowards versus niggas, been shook didn't recognize the way your body hangin' from a hook Thugline don't play (Krayzie) Shit! Dog, I done told 'em We'll rode 'em Ho ain't got no scrotum Slippin' in a clip and reload 'em, and when they jump Yeah, we gon' unload 'em, and hit 'em wherever, however they want it We gon' make sure no one's alive or left to identify me It ain't over until you die (Chorus) Them you niggas be killas Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Bloody, bloody murder . . . Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Killa . . . Them niggas be killas Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Bloody, bloody, murder Don't be f**kin' with the killa, killa, killa, killa Them you niggas be killas Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period Bloody, bloody murder . . . Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period, period |
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{dialing of phone}
Krayzie Still thuggin' with the thugs, thugs, with the thugs (if y'all feel this, scream mo! all my niggas on the thugline, thugline) Ain't a damn thing changed, damn thing changed, changed (if y'all feel this, scream mo! all my niggas on the thugline, thugline) And if you niggas wanna get some, get some. count me down for your thing Relay Muthaf**k you niggas hatin' on me, hatin' on me/ no-no, gotta grin but I pin Swolled eyes so f**k them crooked, crackin' Po-po's/ kick down doors on our goals, don't forget them bowls/ keep businesss To myself 'cause it's best if no one knows I trust no hoes and trust no nigga, niggas either/ try to take my weed, I got More power than she-ra/ dirty-south diva I rise like mya/ my high is comin' down/ I smoke some more and I get higher/ la, La-la...they beat this weed and they set fire Ganja make me loose, 'cause I'm live like a wire/ I never share attire, keep Passin' me them thangs/ just hit 'em with that heat to They mouth like some wangs/ straight out decator, gon' get some cheese and f**k The fame/ straight out decator, you got Drama? you know my name/ now close your eyes and listen to sleepy rhyme/ you got Five, I got 5/ let's go get a dime Relay A-t-l, I got to do somethin' to get my point heard/ I put my pen down and let The folks hear my words/ don't call me no Joker, don't call me no nerd cux I be goin' deeper than the others you heard/ 'cause this ain't in your head, bumpin' in your Head knockin'/ I keep the brothers jockin' even though they guns be knockin'/ Gonna block it, throw my hands up And we dip it up and brawl/ talkin' all that nonsense, not bein' heard by me at All/ nigga in y'all drawers, I rise but my name's not mya And i's a tight female/ don't need smoke to get you higher/ I'm beggin' for Attention, well I beg to differ They nervous when I'm lurkin' and your body be stiffer/ I plot by myself, my Thoughts are dangerous You gotta be lyrically tight if you wanna hang with us/ can't sit on my ass, When I know I must be heard My pen's been put down and now my mouth has been heard -refrain- So you can bring anything you want to/ we do, do this however, whenever you want To/ but we can act the fool If that's what you wan do 'cause real niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline Relay Yeah, little miss on passion stabbin', nabbin' niggas/ I know how to react and Be the one who peepin' out them playa haters in the back /and I'm attackin', Saggin'/ yes, and I'm relaxin' when I'm high/ krayzie bone and relay done hooked Up this shit 'cause my, my, my, relay is comin' round the corner/ better run for cover or you're Gonna be a goner/ I told you nigga, we doin' this shit to get richer quicker, Not pullin' triggers, hypnotizin' niggas like, rest in peace, notorious big, Nigga Relay Tell me somethin' about any rapper, and in a heartbeat, I would snappin' the Baddest when I rhyme/ and relay up to no good Fact, you should value this beat/ and in this rap game it seems ain't no other 4 Be'cause we'll straight out bust out the scene Straight out decator where it's greater/ and it can't get no better, unless you Headed throu downtown/ the land to go make Some chedder/ in everyway and everyday, you hear these thugs bust a rap, or Rhyme, or flow, or just whatever you may call We gon' snap, snap Relay We in the a-t-l, done hooked up/ this shit is buck, so nigga, what? krayzie Gotta bust, krayzie gotta bust, krayzie gotta Bust, krayzie gotta bust {repeated} Krayzie Now you know we can get high, high, high, so high/ that's my man, mister Sawed-off leatherface: the name Thug is what I claim/ stayin' away from all these lames and these playa hatas Steady inflictin' pressure on the brain But my mentality can't be faded, I play it so f**kin' smooth/ I got my mind just Like chess, I concentrate on every move And every rule that they wrote, we break 'em/ believe me, that's why so many Niggas fall off for flossin' and goin' against they boss, man/ too many chiefs Annoy me, uh/ so when I roll, I'm mostly solo and I know that fo-fo stay mighty Close Just touch on my door ho, you'll be greeted by heaters, millimeters, Pop-pop-pop-pop/ mo! thug mothership presents; Thugline niggas, bone thugs-n-harmony still live niggas/ and I got my troopers Suited and ready/ relay, up in this muthaf**ka Marchin', marchin', marchin', marchin/ bombin' on bitches/ people be sayin', and If you think we playin; run up and take your chance to die/ it's in your hands, Blow for blow/ we let these muthaf**kers know/ they know whether they male or Female I don't roll with no ho -refrain- {phone dialtone} (operator) we're sorry your call cannot be completed as dialed, Please check the number and dial again, or call your operator to help you.. |
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Dum. Da-dum, dum, da-dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. Dum, dum, da-dum, dum, da-dum,
dum, dum, dum, dum. They call me the Dummy Man [the Dummy Man ...], and I'm up early tryin?to slang my dope [I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks.]. The fiends, they get awfully mad [awfuly mad ...] when they go broke on dope, and it's really soap [My nigga you ain't never lied]. Up in the mornin' and I feel like I don't wanna be livin', better off dead without no bread. Have you ever felt that feelin'? Unsatisfied, feelin' like you wanna die when you reach into your pocket and can't even find not even enough to go purchase a dime sack of weed. But fuck that, I got come up in my blood, plus it's the first of the month, nigga what, the perfect time to come up. The only problem is I'm broke and ain't got no dope. But as I was standin?at my bathroom mirror, I look at the soap. Shit, soap look a little like dope. You scandalous nigga! Then I chop, chop up me some counterfeit amphetamines. But wait a minute, wait, wait a minute now, what if they want to taste it? Then quickly for cash, nigga dash to the kitchen get the bread bag. Wrap that bread around some soap, now I got the bread crumb dum-dum dope. It might sound funny but it ain't no joke cause doin' this shit could get a nigga smoked, man. But fuck it! Young nigga gotta get them duckets. Hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches, Orajel for the numbness. Then I hit the corner with a handful of bread crumbs, nigga got the dum-dum for ya [for ya] and I pump on approach if you say it ain't dope, only dealin' 'cause I hear that they sober. Peep, creep on a come up, I'll wait for a fiend to roll up, and walk to the car with my hand on my pistol, he showed me the greens. Said, "Hold up. Gotta get my stash." Nigga need a twenty, and I got that faded. Lovin' these yum-yum's, glad I made it, I just hope this nigga don't try to taste it. I dropped him the dummy, he said it was lovely. But as he pulled off I pinned that he put a rock up in his mouth [mouth], so he gon' come back for his money. I pinned that he braked, he skid, put it in reverse and he came back quick. Fiend jumped out and he talkin' all big, this is what happened to this bitch: we beat him, and finished him off and he never came 'round here no more cause the nigga ran into yours-truly. Poor, and a nigga scored. Lord forgive me but I can't remember the last time I ate. Now I gots to go get me a plate or we pin ?m up proper. Only spent three dollars and forty four cent, nigga full, now I gotta get bent. Nigga still got sixteen dollars and fifty six cent, hell yeah! These dum dums got a nigga off the hook, they got booked, took, shook, look, got dope, but it ain't dope, so I guess you could call me a crooked crook. Hey, do ya know somebody like me? I don't think so, cause ain't nobody. I see down for the crime like I'm down for mine, and if I gotta, nigga, I cheat, cheat. They call me the Dummy Man [the Dummy Man ...], and I'm up early tryin?to slang my dope [I'm the nigga with the biggest rocks.]. The fiends, they get awfully mad [awfuly mad ...] when they go broke on dope, and it's really soap [My nigga you ain't never lied]. So fuck with me, I got them chops man [choppa, choppa, choppa]. The biggest rocks up on the block, man [the biggest rocks up on the block man]. Say, fuck with me, I got them chops man [choppa, choppa, choppa]. The biggest rocks up on the block, man [the biggest rocks up on the block man]. |
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Krayzie:
All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. Thugs all over the world. All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. Krayzie: Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. They love us. You haters, I bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up your knuckles, 'cause we can work. Too many niggas be thinkin' that I won't bomb back at ya, thinkin' I'm a rapper-actor. Think I won't blast 'em? Shit: I'm always ready to bomb back on bustas. I got my gun, so test me if you're tryin' to prove that you ain't scared to die. Nigga, what? Who the-, who the thugs? Y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. I only be dealin' with real niggas. Them other niggas--they get their ass put in check when they try to flex and disrespect me. And that's when I gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. Uh-huh [uh-huh]. I bet I will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. But, man, y'all niggas ain't ready for drama, but I'm a put it on Mama. Nigga, you try run up on me, then I gotta shot your head off. I'm keepin' a gun on me daily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sure gon' try to take it. Krayzie: All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. Thugs all over the world. All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. Treach: As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how these dirty judge get thirty, do ya? They must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a stunt. The greatest producers, and didn't mention KayGee once? The greatest groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not namin' Naughty. Pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. Blaze the page out of 50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, I'm a fuck you wearin' rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that I ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. Bring troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops, that's us, like namin' emcees and boostin' brought the news. Run through wussy pussy (...?...). There's the predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! Where's the editor? Once a year, proof that they're easy to swallow, and I'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein' tomorrow. Thugs all over the world! Krayzie: All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. Thugs all over the world. All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. Krayzie: Now I done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout they paper. Handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. Knew what I had to do. Said, "Nigga, look the year is '99." I'm dead serious. About my business--shit is gettin' ridiculous. They gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop, pop the 9 millimeter. Keep your weapon next to the pocket that you keep your profit in. While we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty, haters look, saw that Treach and Leather Face. We comin' to get the riot started. Treach: Since I been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see I splattered the matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake. See I'm comin' like a rhino. Pass the fine ho. We fucked in Illinois, right outside of Chicago. Got rhymes out the ass, so find the lasso, I can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or rastle. Leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga Krayze Bone with some thugged-out shit. To my thugs all over the world! Krayzie: All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. Thugs all over the world. All over the world. All across the nation. We all across the nation. |
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Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets; niggas in the hood strugglin', doin' what the fuck they gotta do to make their money; and all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pimps. Let's roll, let's roll. [. . . ghetto love, ghetto love. I can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love . . .] Street people [people] All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you gotta do]. I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood [Where they at? Where they at? Where they at?], keepin' it real on the street. Niggas they practice what they preach, stayin' true until they D-I-E. Niggas still strong. We keep on bailin' through the stress and all the rest of the shit that's goin' on. Speakin' of violence, I see, you got to keep a pistol, 'cause if niggas think you're rich, you gon' be got, they out to pinch ya. Bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump, and it drives us to the point of no return, especially when you 're gone off of the sherm. You could give a fuck about a nigga flossin'. While you walkin', he on sixteen switches. Ain't that a bitch? But that's life. This shit ain't nothin' nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right. And I can't stop 'em or knock 'em, but yo, I wouldn't even try, though. 'Cause Bible say, "Hey, either repent or you will die." So [so, so], choose one [just one]: either repent and get saved, or put some food on your table for now. Krayzie: Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you gotta do]. Krayzie [with Niko]: I see my sisters out there hustlin', man [strugglin', man.]. Do what it takes, but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can. Gotta feed your babies [babies, yeah]. Handle yourself your own business--don't wait on that nigga to get you nothin'. We been poor long enough, and I know you would scheme on somethin' [somethin', yeah]. Take the welfare, fuck it! The system givin' it to you, 'cause it's guilt on they conscience. Don't let 'em fool you [don't let 'em fool you, no]. Really ain't doin' a nigga any favors, so come on and get the paper, paper, before you die, die. This verse is for my ghetto queens, tryin' to come up and get them better things, particularly cheddar cheese. Make that money [Make that money]. Work, work, work. Whatever your occupation, as long as you bringin' home the bacon, bacon, bacon. Don't let your enemy lock your mind, too. And I hope y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ooh. [Ooh-ooh, yeah.] Though people comin' around, we gon' thug. So where the thugs at? Gimme some of that ghetto love [ghettp love]. Krayzie: Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you gotta do]. Krayzie [with Niko]: Now if y'all feelin' me, let's get down and tear the roof off the mother. Shoot the muthafuckas! I'm serious and mean business. Ready to pump pump and ride, you with it? Come on, put it out there. Pump, pump, pump police. They treat us like animals--let's attack 'em like beasts. But hold on: 'fore you start fightin' [hold on, hold on], let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasoline [no more, no more]. I'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more, 'cause I know it won't last too much longer . When it's over, then I be a full-time soldier [I told you], if I make it out of the game with all my sanity. Get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly. Understand me? 'Cause at the rate I'm goin', pretty soon they'll try to ban me for killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with my family. Now they got me runnin' from these po-po's, tryin' to jam me, but I told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly, and this is my mentality for fuckin' with the street life, street life [street life.] Krayzie: Street people [people]: All my people be them niggas with an attitude. [We're ready for war.] The street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you gotta do]. Niko: I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people. Them niggas with an attitude, let's stop the killin', we're strugglin' just like you to make a livin'. We're not pretendin', don't y'all remember? It ain't easy tryin' to stay alive, some people out there smokin' crack. My people workin' 9 to 5, just doin' it right. Real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before the strugglin' days is long gone, hold on, be strong. Krayzie: Somebody better 'em we the T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers. we're T-H-U-G's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers. [Get on up, get on up.] |
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KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999
World war. This is combat. I don't think these niggas really know. This shit is for real--this is not a game. So all my real muthafuckin' thugs get the fuck up, and put your guns in the muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just don't care, and fuck the muthafuckin' police, and kill all the muthafuckin' enemies! Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho. What's up bitch? We can roll. Anybody wanna fuck with me? 'Cause I'm down to fuck back with you. What you wanna do, huh, huh? You say wanna fight us, come fight us. We do it 'cause its real--fuck a title. It's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. And you could die a ho. What they talk about? Bone Thugs ran? Nigga, we never ever run from no man, and fear none. If you see their click, then niggas, get the big guns. Pop one, split 'em up. Bet the bitch run. He said he came to get some; nigga, he ain't really want none. Don't let them suckas fool ya. Bustas won't do too much [Nigga ain't really want none.]. I'll knock you out. That dumb shit comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. Why these niggas gotta lie? They can't stand up and face the facts? Nigga your head got cracked. We heard what they said--said that my niggas fled. But y'all niggas know what's up. What? Y'all wanna shed more blood? Shit, then come on. World war. Now you know, now you know. Now you know . . . Nigga, bet our niggas comin' to bring the pain. Better get your hard-hat. Nigga protect your brain. Get a gun and bang-bang. Tell me when you really wanna battle, my nigga. We can handle that any way you want to handle static. Nigga, thugstyle, buckwild. Some tear-up-the-club shit? Whatever, drop down. When the bullets get to jumpin' around the playa haters on the ground bleedin'. The 9-millimeter hit 'em and he drop like, "Who could it be?" Your life has been took--no, not by the bullet, but the nigga with the heater. I'm trigger happy. I'll be in demand, I'm in command. So let's move, and you know what the enemy look like. They clones that look and sound like Bone. Give a muthafucka more than Speedknots. And when he run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps. Y'all niggas ain't Mobsters, 'cause if it was the mob nigga, somebody would've been shot ya. But we can get the whole cru: Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, and Flesh. Bone too strong for niggas to hold on, to keep up. But I see ya still wanna be us. No matter who was claimin' it first, it's who's the realest [realest]. Do not enlist if you're not ready for war. World War. |
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Krayzie, Fat Joe, Big Punisher, and Cuban Link:Thug Mentality 1999
Krayzie Man, what the fuck is we gonna do man? I'm tellin' you (Shit man, I can't believe this shit man The muthafuckers done killed him and y'all niggas know we got ride for this nigga right here On these ho-ass niggas) Yeah, I say we ride over there right now, nigga, what's happenin'? Nigga that's what the fuck I'm talkin' bout, nigga. Let's roll. Krayzie As we delve throu the mud and rain, trey shots of Tanq. ease the pain/ As we put to rest one of my niggas that got cut up and lost half his brain, shit ain't the same/ Niggas is dangerous buckin' like it's the thang to bust/ When I looked at my nigga fucked up I couldn't help thinkin' this could have been aimed for us/ Niggas do hate like that/ Nigga, you never know, he say a friend, but I smell foe I sit back and wait for the day niggas try to kick in my door, so I sleep with a big 4-4/ But what if I fuck up and pull it to slow? You know what they say; Gotta go, gotta go/ What if I be the one breathin' no more? Oh, well/ When I die I want all my muthafuckers to ride for me on the niggas that did me, killed me, committed my homicide/ Gather up after the funeral (Posse Up!) and pull out all the big guns/ Go throu every hood poppin' till somebody takes some/ How in the fuck can I rest in peace when I wasn't ready to die? Some I'm beggin' my niggas to get my revenge And to do it the same night that they put me under/ Now I'm gone but this thug shit gon' live on Just write on my tombstone; He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone (He was that Thuggish Ruggish Bone) -Refrain- Murder mo, niggas gon' kill some more... (Nigga you never know when you gon' die. Say, never know when it could be you... ...that leave your house and don't come back. This shit is real, and oh so true) Fat Joe Yeah, when I die I wanna see about a hundred niggas cryin', lyin', talkin' 'bout they all love Ryan and Joey too/ You should have seen me at the funeral sportin' the top hat, tuxedo was royal blue Murder who? Nigga I died in the car chase/ Shot the place like the last scene in Scarface Now I'm in the far place chillin' in the whites of the sky/ Terror Squad to the day that died, What? Big Punisher I'm a thug, I'm a die high, O.D. off the la-la/ Niggas keep tellin' me get off that weed/ Choke I'm a keep smokin' on that thai-a/ Nigga, fuck that/ I'm a keep hittin' that {puffs} till my lung collapse What's wrong with that, you hypocrite? Just a lil' bit, you know you down with that/ It's all good in your hood, havin' laughs, puff weed to clear my cataracts/ Never thought I'd see the inside of an ambulance, but now I'm there/ Too many dead brain cells runnin' round inside my head That's why when I die my eyes were bloodshot red Cuban Link Now picture me dead still gettin' head in the coffin'; Flossin'/ Bitches fightin', cryin', tryin' to get a bigger portion/ My niggas talkin' figurin' how to get my fortune while I'm lost in space waitin' for Satan and his horsemans/ Walkin' throu fire sparkin' my lighter, cloud the sky up Rising higher and higher/ Eye to eye with my messiah/ Viya con dios/ As I cross the gates of Hell I face the Devil with a shovel and told him; "Brace yourself" Krayzie Reporters steady ask; "Why K.B. talk about murder on all the songs?" I tell 'em; "Cuz I can step out that door, somebody could pop, and I'm gone" Then, they wanna know I pack chrome/ For one, I'm paranoid; Smokin' to much of that weed/ What's that? I just heard a noise Get the 12 gauge, and I call my boys/ Muthafuckers is plottin' to get me/ I know when I'm dreamin' this, so that's the meaning of this/ 9 millimeter, heater, strapped with the infrared beams and shit So nigga don't trip/ Watch out! The reaper, He seem to be gettin' closer, so I'm runnin' from that muthafucker (y'all come on!) Swervin' and duckin' murder/ Pistol-grip pump/ Nigga protected by the gauge/ Mister Sawed-Off Leather Face/ Reload the clip and into the crowd I spray/ Murder, murder Mo murder, murder/ Kill, kill, kill/ Shit it's sellin' but what they ain't tellin' niggas is that it's real But they better realize before it be you in the casket, dropped/ Better get your ass a shotgun And go get a plastic glock/ Nigga don't take murder for no joke that's like slittin' your own throat But I can tell you what'll help for sure is if you bust back at them hoes... -Refrain- |
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And it makes me see, every puff that I breath
Blowin herbs and leaves would ease the World (2x) Bud smokaz only reefer, really makes ya happy don't it? (8x) Verse 1: We smokin budda...come again we smokin budda me rollin with me pass the hoota to ya me feelin that blunt so don't let that budda fool ya puff on the hoota...come again puff on this hoota sit back, relax and let the budda sooth ya and when they ask who you can tell 'em Krayzie schooled ya puff on the hoota, but first me gotta get with me friends so Wish you light it up cuz I'm gonna spend all my ends on the budda, come and get me shunnin a blunt my friend so, you don't wanna go half? ok I'll put in the ends on the budda budda we rollin, smokin, chokin, pass it, toke it hand it back to ya that budda Bridge: So high(Now how high can you go?)(6x) Verse 2: L.A. gotta get my connections, I been stressin on this airplane I was just thinkin of crashin, now them sess gotta be relaxin' smokin, chokin, rollin, glancin, but we won't spend no money them sess gotta be lovely or we ain't fuckin' with ya y'all give me that, don't want that, don't give me that want no stressin no, we don't want that(not in cali-for-nay-a) reefer really makes me happy, and it makes me see every puff that I breath blowin herbs and leaves would ease that world I done been to the other side, I seen London and Paris niggas get fuckin bloody high, gotta go find mary-jane's world-wide, so why, is it such a crime? hey, everybody should be gettin high so, Mr. weed man, you know we lookin for the trees with no seedsly (Yeah, yeah) we got the cheesy, we need to know if you can show me, the nigga with the weedy (but can he, can he, can he?) |
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KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999
Try me, if you feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on. (Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline. Try me, every action's guaranteed. (Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.) Load up your shit and get in the car (Come on, come on, come on.). Come down to ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' up the game. Muthafuckas is rappin', sayin' anything, and tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. I'm tellin' 'em, "That's the wrong way!" Can't say you thuggin', then be fake--nigga, that's the point I'm tryin' state in this case. But niggas ain't feelin' me, though. So yo, I say we weed em' out and heat em' up. Heard you woofin'--yeah, we heard em'--let us see them nuts. And then if he really jump, more power to you. But no matter how it go, nigga we still gon' be bringin' it thug style to you--buckin'. Boo-yah! Checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it's static, we gon' handle it however it come, and nigga, whoever it's from--sure ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with. If they human, then they ain't shit we can't control. And if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigga ya die. Never fear no man. No matter the size--the bigger, the harder they fall. Got somethin' for all of y'all, especially cocky, 'cause TEC'll chop him up--now he ain't half the man he thought he was. I bet these niggas think, "They rappin' so they actin'." So we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you, exactly at you. Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on. (Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline. Try me, every action's guaranteed. (Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.) Walk through my city: I see niggas watchin'--probably plottin', schemin' to rob me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. I'm sorry, not me. I stay alarmed and be alert. Whether you're goin' to play or work, make sure you got you pistol first--be ready to burst. Hesitation could bring up a fucked up situation like you leavin' in the body bag--zipped up, slip on that body tag. So if you spot him--blast. Better him than you, huh? I'm tellin' you now that me and my thugs can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk. So, what's the bullshit? We got some shit you can't fuck with, and nigga that be this muthafuckin' thug shit. We love this--probably gon' die because of it. Fuck it! I ain't worried about dyin' right now, my money what's important. Hey, we livin' to die anyway--no matter if it's now or later. You gon' rest in peace; it don't get no greater. Kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go pick up a rifle, time to fight for what we right for, see who really like war, yeah. I bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it. I can't afford to roll with bustas, 'cause I'm really tryin' win it (I'm really tryin' to win it.). We fightin' to be victorious (victorious). Witness the story of (story of) this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior (warrior). If you hear any nigga move--shoot. Don't let the nigga layin' dead be you. So soldier, pick up you boots and move. Runnin' for cover, 'cause if they buck ya, it's over. Just like I told ya, you can die soldier, you can die soldier. Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on. (Niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline. Try me, every action's guaranteed. (Krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.) |
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KRAYZIE BONE:Thug Mentality 1999
(Birds whistling. Sound of someone walking through a wooded area. Silenced gunfire. Utterance of pain.) Pump your fists if you're with me. Pump your fists up if you're with me. Artillery, yeah! Pump your fists up if you're with me. Let us be victorious, be victorious. Move out. Hut one, yeah. Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut. Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of . . . The world war has begun. We gettin' ready to fight, and if you ain't ready to die then don't be comin' outside. Spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty ammunition. The mission's complete, and nigga, I've been waitin' for this. Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period. Figured you got niggas with attitude behind the trigger. Steady, we pumpin' our fists in black fatigues. We don't surrender. You wanna deal with us, get rid of us, split us? Come and get us, and when you come get us, remember bitch you gots to kill us. And you can surely believe that I, I'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight. Crooked coppers tryin' to kill us everywhere, 'cause we won't get the mark of the beast, no (Not me.). Stay silent warriors. Silent warriors. Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of . . . If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be killed. Better get ready for combat. When we aim to bomb back, we usually contact. Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. Crawl back, you muthafuckas, I repeat--retreat. With plenty heat, you'll be defeated. Aw, that bloody murda murda, baby. Silent situation is always the perfect assassination. Now, to the graveyard, nigga where your brave heart? You play hard, now it's time for me to break march, and take charge. We journey to the killin' fields, where the murda and the shit is real. Oh Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, sweet Lord, comin' forth to carry me home, me home. Silent Warrior. Witness the story of the Silent Warrior. Listen to the story of . . . If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be killed. |
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Krayzie Bone:Thug Mentality 1999
Intro Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! -Refrain- So if these muthafuckers want to see your nuts, show your nuts/ Let the slugs bust, shoot the club up (These niggas scandalous, scandalous/ Good thing we packin, packin) Krayzie Tonight, we goin' out to the club/ We about ten-deep/ Everybody looked thugged out, fucked up Park the car, smoke a lil' more/ We drink a little more/ Niggas, somehow we get the mentality; Fuck everybody/ We come here to party, but I know somebody gon' try me-n-keep my temperature uprisin'/ Anyway nigga, we straight to the V.I.P/ Excuse me, we need some hennessey/ While my niggas is rollin' the sticky/ Puff-puff-pass it-pass it back quickly/ That's when I heard the record skip (They fightin') Security sprayed they mase/ Thru all the commotion some nigga jumped right out the car Ran up in my face/ Before I could even do somethin', my nigga done rushed him Took his ass to the floor/ Now here comes some more/ Now we got a war goin' on Tryin' to get back out the door/ And we got our backs against the wall/ Naw, We don't plan to fall Y'all, cuz we did not get searched/ We all got pistols in our drawers -Refrain- Krayzie We heard a shot, Shit! Them niggas, my niggas we dropped down to the pavement Bass from the D.J. went blank/ Everybody runnin' tryin' to get the fuck up out this place/ I pulled out my gun Like Double-0-7; rolled under the table/ Unload, reload/ Every muthafucker in the club folded up on the floor/ Niggas was rootin', tootin', shootin'/ Security been ran up out the club/ Hardly anybody left but thugs, we drunk as fuck; finna shoot this muthafucker up/ Niggas was runnin' up on us like they been waitin' for this shit to happen (What's happenin'?) For me to get caught in a club riot But my thugs tight/ And I can't believe this shit; nigga caught up in the middle of a warzone (The warzone) but nigga if you know a Bone then you know that we get down with the dirty with the chrome; never leave it home/ Put it to your dome and I let it go/ Can't let these niggas run up on me/ They bitches/ I put another clip in/ Unload some more; keep spittin'/ I never can understand If security's got the door then why so many niggas in here got guns? And I can testify that cuz I just shot one/ Good thing, nigga packed that vest and my weapon (weapon) Cuz I'd sure take a strippin' if a nigga caught me slippin' without no protection -Refrain- |
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(Intro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift) Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are (Verse 1-Sin of Graveyard Shift) Formulate a different tactic, let's sing anthems No sterotypical categorizing, rising above all make shift realities Fantasies misconstrued the thoughts of wicked men They cough as lungs inhale, exhale poisonous gases Oh well, I guess I'll just protect myself in good help Done played out the wickedest hand man has ever dealt I felt like dying just the other day cuz Satan was trying Walking too close by my side Stay still, please don't move your soul you could lose No crying, where's my blood? You'll find out soon enough Alright I'll ride, in due time we'll get our chance to die Hold on to my mind No use for guns or drugs, need mo' love But yet and still, slugs get fired off constantly Immorally, destroying my holy oracle But I just ignore it though Keep a steady pace just movin slow...slow, just movin slow (Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift) Silence...silence...silence...silence (Verse 2-Krayzie Bone) As I sit in my livin room, chillin in my thug mood I begin to hear noises comin from the other room So I pause my Nintendo, then I walk over to the window Is it paranoia from the indo? Then goes a thought, then another thought Run and get the pump, 'who goes there? What the fuck you want?' Cuz I'm gone off that blunt and I will buck a motha fucka down You on my grounds Hope they got enough of the rounds All of a sudden I heard a crash My first instinct was to blast, but the Mauseburg didn't last So I had to dash, ran upstairs I was franic in panic But I managed to make it to the top, to my artillery shop I was runnin, but I could hear the souljah's comin I don't they must think I have some money AK-47 and a Mack-11 Jettin to the bedroom locked myself in, the clip is in Teach 'em a lesson it ain't healthy to rob They fit to slip on the job, soon as they twist on the knob Just like I figured when they twisted it, the AK-47 was hot I had to drop it but I emptied it The Mack-11 would hit, hit the niggaz up from head to toe Had to escape and I was out the window Here I do, I hit the ground, uhh Then I looked around, shook the fall Hopped in the Benz and hauled Callin my niggaz let's get ready for war I think I killed 'em all but I know that they'll be sendin some more So when they come back around, I say we show 'em rappin don't mean a thang And this is a gun, and this is a grave Rest in peace you're not feelin me Truly Mr. Leatherface, I dedicate thiiis..... (Chorus-Sin of Graveyard Shift) Silence...silence...silence...silence (Verse 3-Tombstone of Graveyard Shift) Fight, movin in the night Daylight, takin slow paces might outrun the race Never wanna rely on murda, enter my life But life's so strange and hectic all backwards and shelled The killin factor in jail The streets is hell, you can tell by the smell Off with his head oh well You know they don't give a damn if that make the weak mind feel the same It's a shame how they watch you, stalk you Pinnin every step I make, Knowin every breath I take Makin it easy for the next man to get his hands on a .38 They be buckin on niggaz in these last days But thanks for the fun Can't stay focused, causin ruckus The devil done play with the Earth like a puppet Now we all in fucked shit That's why silence is necessary don't tell 'em who you are by far Don't you tell them...who you are (Outro Repeated-Sin of Graveyard Shift) Silence is necessary, don't tell them who you are |
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(feat. Mariah Carey)
[Mariah (Krayzie) - 2X] No matter what baby (Don't matter) No matter what people say (Don't matter what they say) I'm gonna believe we can still be together (Mariah) Baby, I still believe and it's more than my imagination It's so real, I know we're gonna be together (I'm gonna believe we can still be together) Baby I... (Krayzie) If you still believe (if you believe) Then you will find everything you're searching for, maybe more (Mariah) But, boy you seem to be lost in uncertainty But when you wake up You will know you never should have let it go (Krayzie) Believe me, the feelin' has always been sure I just wans't too certain that yours were legitimate Genuine really the Real McCoy (Mariah) And after all this time you look into my eyes And everything is still the same my love for you won't fade away (Chorus) Baby, I still believe, and it's more than my imagination It's so real, I know we gonna be together Baby I had a dream, and it's more than my imagination Because I still believe we belong together (Krayzie) I'm still a believer of this So stop just listen and look into my eyes I want you to visualize and realize And see that It'd never been to easy being Krayzie Bone Temptation me blattin' with the persuasion rattlin' in my brain Won't go insane I figure that's why they be callin' me Krayzie cause I still maintain But we gotta struggle through all them hard times But I gotta tell ya peace and happiness is hard to find Come on! We can get together And I won't try to make excuses and reasons But these demons got me seein' things that's really misleadin' me But maybe that's just my life And maybe I'm just a thug Cold hearted, but I can feel the love Just keep the faith and don't brake it Shake all them faker and haters And ask me the " Will we make it?" I'll say "Yeah, uh-uh" You got to believe it Ya got to believe it (Chorus) Baby, I still believe (Don't matter, don't matter what they say) And it's more than my imagination It's so real, I know we're gonna be together (You, you know, you know) Baby I had a dream, and it's more than me imagination (Baby I believe) Because I still believe we belong together (I still believe) (Mariah) If you wanna view paradise Think about our lovin' baby Nothin' could be closer to it If we don't believe, we'll lose it (Krayzie) Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on If you can still believe I can take you there Come on and get down with the thug love that's in the air It ain't no reason, reason to stop believin', -lievin' Stay real and I'm a stay real right back You know what I'm gettin' at You the song gotta get control, and roll, roll, roll on I still believe in keepin' it real enought to achieve it I still believe simply just 'cause I still believe it I believe it (Chorus)x2 Baby, I still believe, and it's more than my imagination It's so real, I know we gonna be together Baby I had a dream, and it's more than my imagination Because I still believe we belong together (Krayzie) No matter what baby (Don't matter what...) No matter what people say (Don't matter what they say...) I'm gonna believe we can still be together Baby I... |
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[E-40]
Krayzie Bone, E Feezie Fonzareezie And Gangsta Boo, what [Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo] It's the endin' of the world And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (We can't get no) It's the endin' of the world And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (Satisfaction) It's the endin' of the world And still niggas ain't got no satisfaction (We can't get no) It's the endin' of the world Motherfuckers ain't got no satisfaction (Chorus: Krayzie Bone & Gangsta Boo) We starvin' as we chase the paper Ain't just a man, nigga, man, niggas hate 'cha Fuck 'em, get 'cha guns, get 'cha cheese We got, just a little time left (little time left) If I'm not mistaken the year is '99 But we don't really know when we 'gone die But shit, most niggas don't know how they still alive On this, unmerciful wicked planet If you can't pay for ya life, ya gonna vanish (vanish) [E-40] You're lookin' at livin' proof Renovated, condemned, duplex, pots and pans, leaks in the roof Dirty dishes, no dishwashing soap, no medical coverage Bad case of strep throat Mama's think she got arthiritis My neighbor caught hepatitis from a simple yawn They say it's airborne We ain't got no street lights they all broken Just take a trip through Vallejo, Richmond, and Oakland Everyday it's a funeral He was my numeral uno, but I can't bring him back All I know is he was stressin', takin' anti-depressants They found him dead in the trunk of his Cadillac And I'm so thralled all I can think about is revenge Always check up, always pullin' licks, doin' dirty works for dividends He took the bullet for me I'm the one that really robbed the place Though I've been tryna to paper chase Chorus [Gansgta Boo] I done grew up in the game baby Ain't nothin' changed, little money, little fame baby I'm still the same baby Lady gotta make it, I can't be takin' no losses I'm the bomb at the party Always askin' "Where are the dollars?" Now Iknow you hate me Cause I hooked up with Krayzie, baby I'm with whatever they pay me Gangsta Boo be with it, be winnin', so what the fuck I'll see you at the end of the year, so good luck Chorus [Krayzie Bone] I made it, and I know it's almost over Call in the soldiers Gonna be ready to bomb back on 'em, know ya Enemies position at all times Where they at, and how much power they hold And how many soldiers they got down to roll But in the meantime, You make your money, even if you strike it rich You better hustle like you hungry for ya paper, paper, paper These days only ways that pays can save you Livin' your life is like a task if you ain't got the cash Nigga mad at the world, as I put my mask over my face And grabbed the magnum pistol, with the stash in the bag I'm doin' a pop pop, so drop and take it as a loss, and chalk it Now you can take your life and keep on walkin' (just keep on walkin) Or be killed for tryna deny me a meal I do what I gotta do, let's keep it real For niggas in the hood up on the the block Let 'em know they understood Buckin' shots, nigga we livin' raw mentality war So paranoia got me sleepin' on the floor, watchin' the door This no win situation of tryin' to stay alive until we die And anyway you go we won't make it No way, to shake, fake it Better take advantage of ya life while you can Get rich, kick back, relax, spend ya money I'm all about paper, sorry no party tonight The year is 1999 last year to get your money, right Chorus [E-40] That's real Ya undersmell me Suckers do what they can Players do what they want, dig it? Charlie Hustle everytime up in your talk Yeah face it Krayzie Bone, Gangsta Boo Fuckin' they nose like this That's how we fuckin' they nose up Dig it nigga? Yeah, paper chase nigga, paper route (paper route) You undersmell me? We starvin' You undersmell me nigga? Don't let the mobbers control you Chest high-up in the mobbers, nigga |
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(feat. Thug Queen)
(Chorus 1: repeat 4X) I got the power, power, power! Power to the people We the people got the power, let's ride (Krayzie) A nigga be humble, but I'm down for mine Don't give me no static and you and I can be fine I may be quiet Believe me I get violent You ready for war? Then grab your shit and come up It's already jumpin' so we can just join in the start buckin' Fuck the police now let that be the reason You meet the heater 9-milli cease the breathin' The glock shot the cop body rott Fuck 'em! Grab this shotgun and cuff 'em And dump his shit in the river and let it splash Do the shit smooth boy, don't ever slip ,move But don't nobody know, but I know that nigga fish food So if you ready for the po po to die Then put one hand in the air, the other hand on your nine And say "Yeah, yeah" Get you pump, pump, pump, pump, pump... Now let me hear you say "Yeah, hell yeah" Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump... (Thug Queen) God is so passionate and hear the cries of the needy (needy) Devil is greedy (greedy) The get ya high (so high) Before they feed you (feed ya) Power to the people that wanted to beat you and mistreat you And at the same time have a smile when they greet you (greet ya) Could never be equal we are revelation angels (angels) Change, 'cause no matter how hard you try you can't erase us or replace us (Erase us or replace us) Keep your eyes posted high to the sky It's your life The fragile prize for movin' the black lives I'll rise and fall because of god The tune is playin' Black women and black men it's not to late late to repent you sins (sins) (Chorus 2) You better stop, duck down (down, down) (Pay attention, listen) What's that sound? AK-47 nigga so you better hit the ground You better, you better stop, duck down, down, down (Pay attention, listen) AK-47 nigga so you better hit the ground! (Krayzie) I think I got the power that can take over the world, you see? Look, I'm tryin' to live forever with this destiny Man, I'm tryin' to start some shit A nigga deep into this army shit And if you feel it, you can march with this We got a million thugs, strong stompin' I'm ready to pump, pump, pump. pump And dump the enemies in the trunk, fuck 'em! Hey, I heard they got plan to try to kill us all Niggas get the mark of the beast, disturbin' the peace But at least we know they doin' dirty I'ma keep a thirty-thirty close so don't worry We get with the static in a hurry (Chorus - repeat 4X) I go the power, power, power! Power to the people We the people got the power, lets ride (Krayzie) What, what, what would you do, would you do Would you do if the end of the world came and it was real (real) And to know that you'll be dyin' soon (soon, soon) Armageddon's coming for you and for me Can't you see?(see?) (x2) Get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump... You can get your pump, pump, pump, pump, pump Go ahead and get your pump, pump, pump, pump... (x4) Power, power People got the power We the people got the power, let's ride Come on |
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Krayzie:
Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. Murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. Kill 'em all man. Murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. Murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die, die, die, die, die. Die, die, die, die, die, die, die. Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya. Don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin' that blood. Roll with the gun in my hand and they can't understand how we ran with the murder mo. Niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in the river. So many, better serve ?m before they get me, stick me. Playa haters, they be quick when they pull out they weapon. Me Ouija would never deceive. It's keepin' me deep and they all be me victim. And y'all'll fall when I call my dogs. I'll be ready any time you wanna go. Ho, put 'em on the ground with the fo-fo, I just want to let a nigga know. Niggas steady fakin' like they rollin' with the Bone, when they really wanna see the Bone gone. Now nigga you dead wrong. You better take a couple steps backwards, I'll collapse ya. Rap to the playa haters, just remember were pinnin' you jealous backstabber, backstabber. Hey, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo. Die, die, die. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. claim my thang, my slang. [ slang, slang, slang, slang... ] My thang, my thang. My thang, my thang. Nigga fuck them po po when bitch I got an automatic for ya. Let's pump that gore up. If I could just look up and see po po dyin' [?in?yin? flip up my mind. Stoned up with the gauge, let it rip, and put the doughnut in the grave. We're deadly and we play with the AK-47, .357 equal 187. I [I] gotta guage and you [you] gotta die, but you better try to get your weapon out before mine. Shoot 'em in the head, but you make sure they dead. Then a nigga fin to fled while they layin' in red. All of my O-T homies tell me when the police come you break. Nigga, gotta go, see you later, ho, Leatherface gots to get away, -way, -way. Say Leatherface gots to get away. When a nigga wanna tell me how he quick to pull the trigger on a nigga, but i? really rather get up wit' ya. Hey, easy, pop, steady murder them po-po now. High-techs and khaki when attackin', po-po there's really no place to run [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my shotgun]. Stun. Blastin' when attackin' po-pos there's really no place to run [run]. Niggas get vicious where my clique is, gotta kill 'em all with my shotgun [my shotgun]. Rollin', rollin', rollin', layin' them slugs off into your soul, and you swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'. You swollen, stiff, and cold, and nigga we watchin' you drop and foldin'. Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall.,BR> Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall. Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall. Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall. We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition. Wish got the gun, don't fuck with #1. We never knew one that could fuck with the tongue--they give us no competition. Fifth Dawg off the fifth, and RIP, row dawg, the clique. Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all, they fall, they fall. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija. Dear Mr. Ouija, is it really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo? Really mo murder, murder mo, murder mo, mo, mo, mo, mo? Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] Stalkin', tossin', put 'em in a coffin'. [That flossin' cost him.] [Roll, roll, roll, roll....] Rollin' with the St. Clair way with a big twelve gauge, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. Rollin' with the St. Clair way with a big twelve, in the grave they lay. |
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(feat. the Marley Brothers)
Within 2000 years Christ shall return And when I return I goin' to be king of kings This one, this one, this one, this one (Krayzie - 2X) Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, my soldier ride (Chorus) Revolution in my heart Oh, they tearin' us apart We been wastin' so much time Revolution on my mind Everyday problems in the world they maximize Now tell me how much blood must be shed Oh realize things and times get drastic A revolution is the only way Stop this eternal warfare Yeah, uhhhh This one is for the revolution Roll in a bomb, drop cry This one is for the revolution Soldier all positions (Krayzie) Wanna talk about revolution? Should we talk about a revolution, a revolution? Come on I think it's time, it's already 1999 This is real, we ready for revolution We sick and we tired, we ready tonight And we gon' ride, ride, ride, with the warriors We makin' a push on Babylon the great better hurry up We doin' it like that combat on contact so the police get bombed That gunpowder from my gun got my palms black As we run and we hit up the rest and we chase the police We done flipped the script, and startin' a riot We set 'em to fire, to flames, we heat and we hot Cussin' while they flossin' shots Marchin' double barrels barkin' Mark the target ain't for talkin' Squashin' every enemy walkin' and bomb 'em We need to suit up in boots Recruit us some troops to start mashin' I'm packin' my sawed off and I'm called off, I'm called off (Chorus) Revolution in my mind We been wastin' so much time Revolution in my heart The been tearin' us apart Everyday problems in the world they maximize And tell me how much blood must be shed Oh realize things and times get drastic A revolution is the only way Stop this eternal eternal warfare Yeah This one is for the revolution Soldier, all positions This one is for the revolution Green Beret cover formation This one is for the revolution Roll in a bomb, drop cry I'll bomb down that institution (Krayzie - 3X) Get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, my soldiers ride |
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