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Shit, who Bone Thugs? [Hell yeah Bone Thugs.] Man them niggas broke up a long time ago. [Nigga what the fuck you talking bout?] Mmm hmm. [Shit Nigga] I'll tell you one thing…Ain't nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby. [You right about that shit right there.] You know, Is that right? [Heh heh!] Nigga you gotta be kidding me?… [What?] Nigga give me a drink! (Bone Thugs) [Here nigga, here some Hennessy] Man, them niggas can't be dying (Bone Thugs Negro) [Don’t know where you are?] It can't be over! [It ain't over with nigga, what you talkin' bout?] Nigga gimme a drink. And the haters can't stand it. They can't believe it. Bone Thugs-n-Harmony…[Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga!] Ruthless Records. [What, What] Rest in peace "Little Eazy Godfather". [Ooh-ee!] {Better call the police!} [Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas!] Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name…. Bizzy Will they prostitute me? Will they prosecute me? Stay under surveillance. Get out the county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry! Loco niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch! Runnin' and we thuggin' it up. Look at a creepin' on ah come up. Ooooh, we don't wanna murda ya, and it's so mysterious. How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? Come kill me hater, murder with the AK. Play our, play our C- Town, all the way through T-Town. Northcoast keep goin'. Ready for the Midwest invasion, y'all niggas keep growin', but know that I know we forsaken, (fuck…shit) some niggas can't take it, respect that. But we poets and if you don't squash it, fuck some rap shit. I be on some many Mack-your-ass attack shit. Ready to back that. Now who rollin'? Bone! Krayzie Krayzie up in this muthafucka! Nigga I'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka until somebody dead! And even though niggas bomb back. Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks. Unload—Tat-tat-tat-tat! Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes, (Hell naw) we lettin' muthafuckas know. Everybody on the floor! And this aint no gotdamn joke! Nigga, break yourself or get broke! All I want is the money, my cash flow, and I'm leaving on the first thing smokin' out to Cleveland. We gotta get even. Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka from breathin'. And I'm waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me. Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin'. Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load ‘em, never forgot how to shoot ‘em. Always a thug nigga what? Fuck it, let's shoot up the club. If any of you niggas get pumped, thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped. And we goin' shut this whole thang down. Going out with a big bang, pow! And that's how the thugs do it. You know we get down and dirty. Nigga, you know the story, don’t make me, boil me. Let’s get ready for war! Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless. So, any nigga that want static, come meet us outside in the Yard, bitch! Layzie It’s a hell of a job, when you marry the mob. I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids. Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin’ my dividends ‘til the law ends, flossin’. Rollin’ in my Benz I go against the grain, see, we ain’t go change! I take an eye for a eye. Either thug or you die, and I ain’t goin’ cry. Rock-a-bye-bye, nigga, die-die! Got a grudge against the judge, tryin’ to lock up my thugs— wanna see us fall short. Fuck it, I’ma blow up the court and show ‘em no remorse. Hit ‘em up with the C4, backdoor! Nigga, let Stack go! I’ma attack with rap and show the crooked-ass law no love. Better let Dawg loose (Got him, hold him up!) and on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with cuz. All the real niggas in the streets with heat—If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it! Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public! If you runnin’ for your life. In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream, “Murda on the government, take me! No surrender, no retreat!” Might as well say, “Fuck this rappin’, what’s happenin'?” (Layzie) goin’ out blastin’! I’m smashin’ on any muthafucka who be thinkin’ they gon’ get they ass off without gettin’ a little action. I crept and I came, down for my thang, man. It’ s a different game. Muthafuckas out callin’ my name, but I’ ma keep it the same. Figured I changed, nigga, fuck the fame! It ain’t no mystery about mine. Same little nigga from the double-nine. Everytime, I keeps it real, the shit you can feel, still to the bottom line Wish Aw yeah, I hit 'em with the murda mo’. See ‘em, better let it go! Bet they gon’ run, run. Nine-millimeter—plus, I got a nigga beat or when it ain’t enough—I got my shotgun! Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me? Y’all say you real, then we’ll see! Will you ride for me? Will you die for me? If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me? There he go, now slowly approach, start buckin' but baby, no kills. Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it—just show him what’s real. 'Cause it's all about money, money, yeah! Don’t get in my way! Fuckin’ with my money; ‘cause that could surely get you killed. Better find somebody to play with ‘cause I really ain’t out to play, bitch! Serious ‘bout mine ‘cause you’re runnin’ out of time and talkin’ that shit'll get you touched, bitch! Now you know that we ain’t into that rappin’ back and forth on no song. Shit, like we ain’t got nothin’ else to talk about but you on that hoe shit. There go Cleveland, lets get it over with. Flesh Get the fuck outta my way! They say they move down and side-to- side. I beg to part your stupid-ass clean out my path, nigga, when the bullet blow! One bullet for this silly muthfucka! Your bloodbath, baby! Livin’ in the day that made me sick in the head. So crazy, interrogatin’. So many haters aggravate, so Stack conveyed and tossed grenades. You niggas wanna be a T- H-U-G? Please, like me but can’t see me. Finna roll like a fuckin’ hog. Muthafucka 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy. So many hoes screamin’, bitch, skeeze me! Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin'. Stack my dollars up to the ceiling. Nigga, when I'm mobbin', creepin’ through the neighborhood robbin’, damn! It’s a man on the roof with a gun, better run! It’s your chance. Runnin' through servin' a dum dum to you. I'm a unique Bone Thug man. Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone. The nigga thought he could fuck with mine, but you’ll never find no others more like my kind! Gettin' hurt, my niggas willin’ to get down and dirty, I don’t give a fuck! See the villian trudgin’, nigga, peelin’ slugs! A muthafucka here to show you who the realest thugs and that’s us—the original thugstas. Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual. Bone clone niggas that thinkin’ that they invincible, but not a real, I'm here to let you know, for sure, hoes! Yeah niggas, (Yeah niggas) Bone back in the house once again, bringin’ y'all niggas that real shit! (That real shit, real shit) Lil' Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh! Wanna say what's up to all them real-ass niggas out there feelin’ this thug shit and fuck all y'all playa hatin'-ass, clonin'-ass, wannabe Eazy-E- Bone Thug/Mo Thug-ass niggas! We told ya'll niggas this shit was eternal. (eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal) |
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Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em off off Fuck with the niggas with the guns and ya might get shot get shot Get'cha gun get'cha gun did ya kill em off off You could be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got we got we got I still be a thuggish ruggish nigga dressed in all black khakis fatigues and boots still don't give a fuck about the law still roll with the pump in my car and fuck who you are you fuckin with a couple of niggas that's really insane i'm talkin loco Krayzie as Hell it ain't just a name it's the game we done loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my brain besides that man ain't nothin changed look at me nigga i'm still a thug nigga I still smoke bud you know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit nigga what this them Bone Thug niggas thinkin I told ya but we put it down like that whoever we got to fuck up to prove it we do it and keep on movin guess who's back up in the house original Cleveland criminals nigga just send em subliminal messages like murda mo murda murda never forgot where we come from watch how you move your tongue cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass and smash it protect my niggas for combat Leatherface at you and on your ass like I was a heat seaker creepin the reeper quickly sweep you off your feet in Cleveland I be the coolest little nigga you can meet meet meet but nigga you fuck with me then i'm a fuck with you introduce you to this heat I sweep the streets when I draw down let me hear you say fuck the law now rawest niggas in the town ready thug and go down go pound for pound nigga that's the motto let me see you throw |
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Pick up your wings and prepare them for flight… [Bone Thug souljah, souljah, Bone Thug souljah, souljah]…in the battlezone, the battlezone. [Bone Thug souljah, souljah, Bone Thug.] Swing low [Swing low], sweet chariot, [Sweet chariot] coming forth to carry me home [coming forth to carry me home.] Swing low, sweet chariot, [Sweet chariot] coming forth to carry me home [coming forth to carry me home]. I looked up on Jordan, and [what did…] what did I see [what did I see?] coming forth to carry me home? [Coming forth to carry me home.] [What did I see, what did I see?] Coming forth to carry me home [Coming forth to carry me home.] [Listen to my battle cry…] Come on, come on in my battlezone. […aaah my battle cry.] Get up, get up, get up, get up, come on in my battlezone. [Listen to my battle cry…] Get up, get up, get up, get up, come on. Have me come for. […aaah my battle cry.] Get up, get up, get up, get up, come on, [come on] Have me come for. Bizzy One, two, look at the tally. They drew my picture with Bob Marley. They probably wanna kill me. Will I die in 1999? Smoking phillies. Bizzy the kid was bustin' in the ceilin' in my big claim. Kickin' on somethin' and dig this. Got to feel it, catch and don't let go. Wretched in a 'fro. Bone watchin' for the po-po. Roll over then pull it, got my bullet in my Fo- fo. I gotta stand it's turnin to a jungle! (Green baby) Comin' out a 4-door Benz and I spend a lot for show. No, no, don't spend a lot, contend with men. Lookin' at my watch like a meal ticket. Arrest the block, they couldn’t pin it, better send it. For the cops, absorb you soul of course. Praise to the pharoah. Murda Mo, Curly, I heard it lower and return it and burn, when our niggas still shermed out! Court's adjourned, court's adjourned, Rest and burn! Layzie I can’t sleep at night, cause I lay in my bed. And I be tossin’ and turnin’ trying to avoid my dreams. And I can hear the niggas lettin’ off they lead around the corner. Got me feelin’ paranoia like they coming for me. And I be clutchin’ my heat, got me pacing back and forth. So much shit on my mind, so many things to do. So little time a nigga really got to do it in. Man I be ready for war in my fatigues and boots. From the minute nigga step outside, Nina Ross on my hip and I got to pack one. Just like Little Eazy-E told you and me, nigga never leave the house without packin’ a gun. And that’s real, 'leave it for the dollar bill. Niggas'll holler “Kill Kill” then start flexin’. When the shit poppin’ off in my direction, nigga got a 17-shot for protection. Life ain’t no joke. Too many niggas I know was takin’ shit for granted and that’s foul! Nigga if you see a fool, pick a fool right out the crowd and hit him dead in his mouth for being loud and wild. Shit is real! Ain't none of that elastic faggot rubber band plastic shit. Muthafuckas in the battle zone blastin' shit. Put the match on shit, straight up gassin' shit! Krayzie Hell yeah! It's that same nigga runnin' with the AK-47, bustin' niggas in the belly. Give them muthafuckas more than just a headache. Get back at that nigga faster than FedEx. They're runnin', retreatin', screamin' "Mayday, we're goin' down!" Now why the fuck is niggas tellin' lies and rumors? Talkin' about "we split up?" 'Cause I see Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh. Niggas really need to shut that shit up. If a muthafucka really want to rumble we can tumble, we wilder than any animal that's in the jungle. The name of the game is block the basket, strike him out, hit the goal, make the quarterback fumble—strategize. Any nigga hatin' ain't a friend of mine. Nigga considered the enemy, niggas that’s when you die. I never keep my enemies close, 'cause I got a perfect view of 'em in my scope. That's close enough. Leather Face'll fuck a nigga up, and smile, and hit 'em with the millimeter. And I show a bitch, kill a nigga. See me drivin'. Bitch come on and try to rob me! I'm willing to bet that 'cha get lit up! Get off of me baby (baby), keep on comin' and there's gon’ be drama (drama). Tellin' you niggas: "You better not fuck with me, 'cause I ain't that quiet nigga that I used to be!" Look how the haters give a nigga attitude. Nigga sick of being humble, now I'm like "Fuck that!" I gotta get mine. They try to show a nigga love, but fuck that it ain't no love. 'Cause in the game you get fucked every time. Got this feeling inside my bloodline. Somebody finna get fucked up! If a nigga don't get some satisfaction. Blastin' like a madman. Gettin’ with the static, nigga lovin' the action. Yeah! My Bone Thug niggas come on. If any one of you niggas got any problems—thinkin' you tough and you really want to solve 'em. Don't be mumblin', speak a little louder. While you steady talkin' like you liver than the next nigga, we’ll already be up in you. Now hater feel us. Who the realest? The Bone Thug killas. If there’s any objections, niggas deal with 'em. Realer than them other muthafuckas talkin' about they thugs, jumpin all on the bandwagon. Wanna be like us, wanna cuss, wanna bust they guns, thugged out with they pants saggin'. They actin'. But when it's really time to show some tactics, the niggas don't have 'em. We murdered the bastards, puttin em all in bodybags and caskets. Drop 'em in the river, splash! That's that ass! 'Cause when we clash, ain't no comin' back. Huntin' niggas from the past. We gon’ settle this shit right here. Fight to whoever blood be spilled first. Who will be the nigga ridin' away in a Hearse? Not me! I'm determined to wake up and still be livin' in the morning, you feeling me? Quicker than a clocked damn missle. Hit a bitch directly in the middle, right between your eye. Then we makin’ sure that nigga die. Shoot a couple more times…and ride out. (ride out, ride out) Nigga we ride out. (ride out, ride out) Nigga we ride out. (ride out, ride out) Nigga we ride out. |
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Krayzie "Krayzie The Dealer" What’s happenin' nigga? "Hell yeah, what’s up my nigga? Ain’ t nothin’ just out here grindin my nigga, you know what it is.” “What’s up nigga what you need?” I need some weed nigga. “Aw man I don’t even fuck with the weed no more.” What? “Aw hell no man I got this new shit man, this shit called ecstasy man.” Ecstasy what… “Nigga this the shit (… the fuck) I’m telling you.” “Nigga this shit’ll have you on the level with your female and everything nigga.” “Look, (This nigga trippin’) I’ma give you one of these muthafuckas, let you try this muthafucka out man.” Man what the fuck is this shit, this muthafuckin crack or something? “And I’ll bet you’ll be calling me tomorrow talking about you want some more of this shit.” “I’m telling you this shit’ll have you on the level man, you need to put the weed down and fuck with this shit boy, I’m telling you boy.” (This nigga trippin’…) “I’m telling you boy, shit have you on the level.” Fuck it, give me one of them muthafuckas then, ain't no muthafuckin weed out here! “Here take that one and call me in the morning nigga!” I feel so “Z” (I feel so ziggety, ziggety, ziggety)…cause I’m floatin’ in ecstasy, I’m floatin' in ecstasy (*4) As you can see I took the pill, I took the pill, went right to the house, house. Grabbed the shot of liquor, pop-pop-popped it in my mouth. And I’m thinking to myself that this might be a waste of my time, cause what if I don’t even get high. Thirty minutes done went by, I didn’t even seem high. Until I stood up and looked at the ceiling for some reason now I’m tweakin’. Then I tried to walk but I was slooow…I guess I’m floatin’ in ecstasy. Just like that nigga told me. Flesh [Krayzie] I feel so pillish, pillish, pillish…cause we floatin' in ecstasy. [I'm floatin' in ecstasy.] (*4) My nigga well I'll be doped (doped), and I'm tokin’ on somethin'. Oh damn and it ain't no joke. Calico's and red beams, and scopes for the niggas that want to rob me for my mojo. Feeling so “Z”, ‘cause I'm floatin’ in Ecstasy, (All right!) Ahh! My nigga just call up the homie to hook us up on that liquid "G", and if these hoes don’t wanna sex me, they gotta shake the spot quickly. I'm feelin’ my high, but I'm also feelin’ way low, go down, I’m stuck in-between fuckin' with Rose Royce and that ain't gon' ease my choice. Well, hell just throw in a few more Diablos. Look at Flesh Bone so chill. Adrenaline pumped through my body. Feelin’ hot and exotic with an arced cock. I'm feelin' too sexy for my muthafuckin self. Gotta find my bitch and I’m gonna fuck her ass to death! Flesh [Krayzie] I feel so pillish, pillish, pillish…cause we floatin' in Ecstasy. [I'm floatin' in ecstasy.] (*4) Layzie As soon as my niggas told me the level, I started to see the devil. Nigga was floatin in ecstasy. Shit I took the pill, couldn't feel nuttin' so I’m drinkin’. But about 30 more minutes later, nigga was on the couch faintin’, palms sweaty. Man why in the fuck y’all let me do this? I’m lookin at my homegirl like I want her, nigga this some new shit (new shit). I realized (realized, realized), nigga took one step and started stumblin’. And I was tryin’ to call my niggas but they couldn’t hear me so I guess I’m mumblin. Fall all off into something. But I guess I’m on a mission, telling my niggas that I love ‘em now but ain’t nobody listenin’. Whistlin’, hangin’ out the window, need me some Indo to let go. Lay, B, Sylk E Fine-ine-ine float in that expo. Knock, knock knock at the door. (Who at the door?) But nigga was paranoid so I grabbed the gun and bucked it at the floor. Ooh- ee shit happens! My family got me faded. But I’m runnin’ to see because--cause a nigga can’t take it (take it, take it), shake it. If I can (huh?) but I’ll blend in with (what…huh… what…huh?) the killers. And I wish E. was here to feel pillish, pillish, pillish, pillish. Wish I (I) feel so violent, violent…fuckin’ with that ecstasy. Come roll with me. I (I) feel so violent, violent…fuckin’ with that ecstasy. (*2) I’ve been smokin’ weed for a very long time, why should I change? And plus they say that ecstasy shit fucks up ya brain, brain. Not I, why should I just to get high when weed gets me high when weed gets me high? “Nigga try this here,” they said “Better than that there,” they said “You’d like it, you’d like it,” so I tried it, I tried it. I thought this shit'll have a nigga high and horny. I’m high but I’m too high, wanna hurt somebody. Nigga you trip and get ahold of that shit and ride that high, yeah. When I’m trippin’ nobody moves, moves, won’t nobody get hurt. Bizzy Hoe's around. I'm yawnin’. Man she ain’t even in the car! Baby hopefully we hide all the LSD. We should slow down. We ridin’ on the highway, get the wheel so I can go down low and on 70 my way. Tasha…shh, she twitchin', feelin so ziggety ziggety ziggety drop these bitches, fuckin bitches pity. Be pilled out, peelin' out, movin' slow and Bizzy be rock hard, tongue wet let me go. We in the club drunk (drunk), fucked up, and still rollin’. They know my pockets swollen, hold up, show ‘em what we holdin. We rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ and rollin’ rollin’ rollin’ I (Ah!) feel so ziggety ziggety ziggety I’ll be rollin' off that ecstasy (*2) And we rollin’ off that ecstasy. (*4) Fuck it! Give me a pill nigga. Sock it to me! (Wooooo!) Oh shit! Oh shit! |
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Flesh We in the last 5 days of these trials & tribulations, and I'm waitin' for the Lord. Oh please don't leave me forsaken. Call out for the doom, preparin' for Satan. So we facin' the situation while I'm drunk, I'm stayin' heavily sedatin'. Wonder, will I make it through the Pearly Gates, nigga, or will I burn off in that lake? Now when you feel the earthquake shake and the dead awake. How many waited too late? It's over now. You niggas had a lack of faith, so life ain't straight. If you incapable, havin' a little trouble unable to fuel the soul? Better plead to the bloody Jesus. Watch how the majesty control it and don't let it go. Hold on, hold on now can I get a witness? Shout Hallelujah! A-Men! I'm feelin' the Holy Ghost make you move, soothe ya. Soon I'm able to free your mind in the way that my god designed. When I roll, drop dimes. Let's roll, you'll find there's no other like my kind. Bizzy Come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, murder them all. [*4] If the world should end today—fully automatic runnin' through and gunnin' thangs! Redrum when strummin' pain. Mo murder, I heard 'em holler, holler, clock dollars. Swallow me baby, cause we bold and hollow-point tips. And I see now enemies keep fallin'. Get 'em up, embalming fluid makin' me nauseous, cautious. These niggas is flossin', Nina Ross tossed out on Slawson. It's for the auction rapper, pop a cop and got gospel on him. Who want a Magnum? Who wanna tag him? Bag 'em up! No problem (baby), bitch! Smoked out in high school, sleepin' in friends' cribs. Sellin' chicken, gotta get paid, we in the kitchen, cookin' up lle'. Get away, go, go with him. Hold all the muthafuckin' guns. Let 'em feel it, bust one shot, just split up. Don't nobody get up or everyone get lit up. And hit up. So help 'em make you sit up (sit up) Come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, murder them all. [*2] Layzie Make me push this panic button, nigga we movin' like the Panthers in the 60's. Khaki suited, booted, Mo Thugs recruited. You with me, nigga you with me? Militant-minded, perfect timin' it. Always on it, inclinin’ shit, nigga that’ s down for the grind and shit. Keepin’ real niggas rewindin’ this. Deep in the ghetto, in the streets of Cleveland—we call it Thieveland, mind-deceivin’, leavin' reasons for hustlin’ season. Bottom-line, money is power and the power mean muscle. Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling, nigga get down for his hustle (his hustle, hustle). What nigga, now what 'cha gon’ do when we come for you? Well, I’ma tell you right now what we goin’ do! Scream, “M-O”, G. And start blastin’, nigga never did like them boys in blue. No regards for authorities, wanna dump a nigga up with the Thorazine? Oh, you invited to the bloody-ass horror scene! Know what I mean, you better get with the team. Position your soldiers. Ready for war, nigga? Keep ‘em way down under! Nigga been waitin’ for the day to let off these rounds—it’s thunder, it’s thunder! I got my mind made up and them niggas straight ballin’ up outta control—testin’ souls, hoes, niggaroes, on a mission tryin’ to get that dough. Separate the minors from pros. Open and close just like a case, place-to-place, through city and state—haters be all up in my face and it just ain’t safe (it just ain’t safe!) I’m knowin’ they want me a casualty of war, boy, boy! I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy. See me on stage rippin’ shit—takin’ off my shirt and breakin’ them sweats. Tattoos all up over my body—"7" on the stomach, skull on my chest. Nine-millimeter in my pocket, ready to buck (buck, buck, buck, buck, buck, buck) on the crowd. It's always that one lil’ nigga, saggin’ and braggin’ and talkin’ loud. Something about he ‘bout it, ‘bout it. Nigga, I doubt your whole clique. Real niggas don’ t run they mouth, real niggas make moves and get rich! Flesh Rollin’ in an Expedition, thinkin’ of a proposition, set up my composition. Feelin’ relentless, fuckin’ up your condition. Mo murda competition! How many niggas on the frontline ready for whatever? My nigga with yo TEC-9. Nigga disrespect mine! I win, you lose, the draw, whomever rip through thyne spine. If you wanna listen to what I say, hey, gotta pay your tuition, this ain't no free exploit of an exhibit ‘cause my niggas—too exquisite. I'm so Armageddon, this is my Smith-n-Wesson. Here’s a nice slug for you and my nitrogen-glyce' bomb can land on ‘em, nuke ‘em all! Now watch when they all come stormin' so and one by one—hit ‘em up, they fall! Let off with a little frustration, bust my gun, bullets haul! Bizzy Come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, come murder one, murder them all. [*4] |
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Flesh The souljahs marching are prepared for war, for war, for war, for war [*2] Layzie The cycle continues. Look what I've been through—Chapter 5 of the book of thugs. Nineteen ninety-nine, 2000, new millennium marching forward. All aboard seek and destroyed any nigga that throw the decoy. We them niggas you can't avoid. Boy, boy don't fuck around and get me paranoid. So I'm mission impossible, off the rip when it get hostile. If you got to know, I gots lots of dough. So the murda mo' ain't no optional. Unstoppable, relentless, rollin' in Benzes, heater repeat, weeded indeed, my nigga believe it. Proceed with the leader. Completed it's on. Feelin' my Bones muthafucka. Undisputed round for round, puttin' it down town to town. Tearin' the roof off this muthafucka! When I'm in your city, get with me, fuck with your nigga. When I'm in Maui, hoes around me, still come fuck with your niggas. But if you ain't talking about no money, nigga you really ain't talkin' no sense. Out of line without a dime, muthafucka you got me bent. It ain't no honor amongst thieves, why waste my time smokin' weed with all these petty conversations. So I avoid the playa hation. Flesh The souljahs marching are prepared for war, for war, for war, for war [*2] Bizzy Still (ha ha!) got the ghetto Frankies so it's time (boom… boom) for the automatic criminal mathematics' original soldier. See nobody can't stop me, better watch me. Blackout, woke up in the county as soon as I passed out. Runnin' past the pigs, (Runnin' past the pigs, lets mash nigga) for love of mo money lets mash out to the Mo Mo Mo. (Cash) Cash for everyone in the room that be lonely, homey move. You know the scope is on, and come on lets zoom, who's feelin my music? True dat cause if I was really out I'd have been lootin' like the rest of y'all. Y'all knew that. (What, What?) Don't you do that! In the conscience you ain't nothin' but a monster. You can't be budged. God only can judge you. Thug luv! Who called the cops, arrest the judge? And convicted the bitch and itchin' to sell you some stuff legal, while all I really wanted was a regal. Flesh The souljahs marching are prepared for war, for war, for war, for war [*2] Now who gon' be the last true soldier standin' two and back to back holdin' hands. Another episode of Mo bloody Show, and hit with the low-blow. Just a thuggin' ass nigga that's what he is, some say. So I'm sorta "Billy The Kid." Me slangin' leather, show no mercy, filthy gonna kick it explicit. Some material. I'm too deadly! So parental discretion advised. If you watch, get ready. Fuck with me steady. Everyday, all day, daily, haters always wanna come try and fade me. Unleash the gauge, release buckshot, now feelin' the wrath of the whirlwind twirlin' away. Duck fast muthafucka! Before the 5th Dawg haulin' me sawed off and blast you between your eyes. Servin' your homicide. Rippin' his dome wide…open, your shit got decapitated. Nigga, your body rott and decrepate in dust 'til disintegrated. Time from time and again my niggas had to warn all of you enemies of mine. I'm comin' to scorn. My niggas we stormin' through an army. Hit the tent for the quick artillery. Nigga them prophets and apostoles livie in revelation set off the revolution. Nigga the Desparado. You niggas can't fuck with the 5th Dawg. Kill and all haters die! (die!, die!, die!) The souljahs marching are prepared for war, for war, for war, for war [*5] |
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What's happening? I got the biggest boulders right here motherfucker These motherfucking rocks fat, Hey, at ten 'o clock I don't wanna see None of y'all little niggas up on the motherfucking block Y'all got ta clear this motherfucka off Curfew nigga, get ta fuck up outta here off my block Who servin' tha fiends Hundred thousands of green For the love of money Cash all around me Demons can cloud me While I'm in the county I can die Flipped up my style-y as we came at the same time Baby tempted, in the tension Ouija shit got you demented Crash the Benz and ending your sentence Born for criminal defendants Critical breaking in the ghetto bar thinking Millenium shit like pestilence war and famine Animals move animals reputed Every daily grades let it be the reason My Cleveland niggas revolve like dead bodies In Eden leading seeping And I don't wanna rock the pump But I doubt it if I have ta pop the trunk I'ma get 'em when they thinking they miss me what Nigga that thuggish ruggish fuck them up Rolling wid my bucks in the biggest snatch shit All of my dogs all of we lie Nigga you touched and stuck on murda Smoking up bud and fucking up blunts It was the 7th sign regime Wid the nines and beams the philly and green Wid a clik tight team and a nigga like me Ya couldn't go wrong wid we Eyes bloodshot red when I floss instead I rather run up and smash you wid a passion And they chalking it off his head Nigga instead I'ma let them bleed Nigga, immortal warrior from the walking dead It's just another day I gotta get paid Who got the biggest boulder Who servin' tha fiends Now could this be B-O-B The bad boy the Bone I be thugging for eternal Wanna test me it's on Now where my niggas at Pull a nigga wig back Nigga dig that dig that All original peep the zone criminal here we go From a place where a nigga might bury ya Nigga act up and I betta take care ah ya Scared ah ya, I be ready for the war Nigga I'm America's Most Barely coast ta coast If you ready for whateva you can ride wit me But if you lie ta me and don't die for me Look in my eyes and see you can't hide from me Sleepwalk shit talk nigga That be running from niggas in the ghetto Now get on my level rebuking the Devil Representing like ah heavenly rebel Even though my screws loose I can tigheten 'em up And put a twist to the game like a monkey wrench For the funny shit All about the murda for the love ah money shit Gettin' paid, got it made in the shade nigga If you got and I want it I'ma take it Nigga made it and I told ya we'd make it Kept it real and it'd neva be fake shit Half baked and gone off this indoe stick Wanna hit it call just as you next Hit it two times and pass And nigga hold ya breath Lay playing wid a half deck Playin' wid ah half deckI'm fucked up but I bail on the darkside Dwell, wid the hustla ta get this mayo Plannig ta sell the yayo for my mayo Nobody be fucking wid Bone top platinum So ah now that you got that album fool Tell me what in the fuck you gon' do wid it Stay drop and hit up they head That ch'all can go and get Peepin' here they come wake it off So quicker they come wid ah weekly drumstick Servin' them paper murda them 1-8-7 ova haters Fuck you be done, Did it wid niggas do whateva they gotta do My nigga just do what ya gotta do Even if you gotta spark a few Just rob a few jack move It's just another day I gotta get paid Niggas ain't rapping the same way Made niggas it figures now thug wid these niggas That eating betta than the nigga Betta lay in low so when the po-po rolling Stroll on my depths as a criminal Homicidal activity bring 'em up all up Nigga let's show this shit be real But stack up realer than a nigga talk gats loco Straight smoke ah motherfucka do it fast Bucking 'em down here red on his back back |
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Bizzy Where the fiends at? Heh-heh…heh! Nigga, Bone Thugs…N~Harmony Bizzy [Krayzie] Money ain't a thang—I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some.] [Say my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.] Money ain't a thang—I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some.] [Say my nigga, y'all better get your paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.] Money ain't a thang… Bizzy Morning, my baby’s bangin’, beefin’ with me, squashed it, ordained it, better yet sustained it—flurry. Hide in the fury, cause the ways of abroad could mean you die out of the highlight in a hurry. Burned me. Baby tied down with childhood scars, crack-head cars. Niggas, I don't know that. Who died in the war? Now here we are. Steady, we roll out over you. When it's over, it's over for the soldiers who with me 'til they hear me. Come a little bit closer, stand right near me. Here we are, ain't no stops, uh uh, uh uh. Can I get drunk off in the bar without some haters sayin', "Who do you think you are?" When I'm sober, soldiers went into Heaven. Krayzie Shit, I bet they thought that we fell off, witness Bone Thugs- N-Harmony—Resurrection, Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, we in the flesh. (Flesh Bone) Remember them Thuggish Ruggish niggas? Gotta get down for my thang in here, you already know when we came in here. We raw, fuck what you heard and you read about us, just believe what you saw. 'Til I die, I’m down to ride in the war (war). When you niggas get serious, let a nigga know, maybe then we can roll. Nigga bad to the bone when I sure don’t clique with hoes with no bustas, haters, or hoes-- when they poppin’ up at my door, I get excited. All uptight and violent, bitches was not invited. Put ‘em in a coffin before they get me, man. (get me man) Krayzie, loco, insane-- bang bang, runnin’ with the pump pump, no bluffin’, we buck. Nigga better realize, still claim nineteen-nine-ninety-nine- nine. Muthafucka buck until the end and when I run out, I reload it and buck it again some more. Nigga put it down, worldwide--them wicked, bad-ass thugs. You punk niggas hate us, but we don’t trip, we still get mad-ass love. Now show me the rapper that say we got soft, when we see him, we toss his ass, and if he flossin’ cash and jewelry—rip it off his ass, keep walkin’ past. Thuggish Ruggish 'til the day that I die. Fuck it, that's all I've been all of my life. Just a, just a (thug) T-H-U-G we…and it ain’t no thang. Keep buckin’, buckin’, dumpin’, fuckin' them bustas up with my guage. We poppin’ all y’all, (hater) I’m watchin’ all y'all, y'all... Bizzy [Krayzie] Money ain't a thang—I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some!] [Say my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper!] [*2] Money ain't a thang… Layzie Time after time everywhere I look, everywhere I turn, niggas talkin’ bout death. Like a nigga can’t dream of nothin’ else, but a little bit of wealth, tryin’ to help theyself. But I really can’t blame you cause I do the same too. Man, you do what you gotta do. But what I’ma do is keep protectin' my cheddar, fool, ain’t none of ya’ll niggas doin' it better. Ooh and I’m ahead of you and y’all hate it. Only the real thugs keepin’ it raw. Grippin’ that heat tight, drivin’ that street light. Nigga, I'ma let off a round and get war. Niggas is plottin’ that 2-11, that’s why I got heat for Armageddon. Picture Lay on his knees and I'm beggin', nigga better shoot me and send me to Heaven. Fuck all the drama, I’ma just blast hollow point tips off in that ass. The slicker the nigga that's pullin’ the trigger is the nigga that's standin' up last. Countin' his cash, still doin' his math. Blowin' much weed as he watch you bleed. Nigga got killed for the love of the cheese, now you can’t do shit 'cause you six-feet deep. Fuckin' with Lay is the game that you shouldn't play. Even myself, I could die today. I could lie, but hey, it ain’t worth it. Shit, ain’t none of us here to stay. I’ma hold my ground and I’ma lace my boots, so when it’s time to shoot, then that’s it. Screamin’ out “Mo Thug in this bitch!” and "Bone Thug in this bitch!" Nigga! Wish [Bizzy] It’s all about money, yeah, and I'ma get me some. Can’t be fuckin’ with niggas that ain’t got none. Cause lately y’all been actin’ funny, I guess you smell some money. Get out my pockets, better count your shit. It's still St. Clair wig- split. Four other niggas that I run with, you don’t want to fuck with. Fool we gettin' dollars [dollars and dollars but…] and dollars , but still […still we gotta gets more] we gotta gets more. Remember back in the day when we was fucked up, but not anymore. [Unh-uh, no no!] And ain’t a damn thing come easy—a lot of plannin’, bus rides, and Eazy. [Eazy] For cheese, hey believe me, believe me, [believe me] and it ain’t gonna stop 'til end of my time with my Bone Thug love, I’ma always get mine and I mean that. Can I have that paper, paper, money, money, money, money? Bizzy [Krayzie] Money ain't a thang—I'ma get me some, money, I'ma get me some!] [Say my nigga, y'all better get that paper, paper, paper, paper, paper, paper!] [*2] Money ain't a thang… Flesh [Layzie] {Bizzy & Layzie} You better believe we five of the last true soldiers standin’ in command. Who you thought'd be closin’ the book in this bitch on y’all, flip on y’all. I am what I am—the 5th Dawg. It’s all good, paper, paper for the whole hood. Tell ‘em I got dibs on this, and kids in this. [You the realest, realest.] Reminiscin' 'bout my thug-ass nigga, Eazy-E, Eazy-E. Six-deep in a six-double-O Benzo foe the love of money. I got to get that paper, I told ya ain't a damned thing changed still an everyday thang. My niggas, we down and we'll bang your brain, muthafucka for thinkin’ you famous. {We in the flesh, flesh, we in the flesh, flesh! We in the flesh, flesh, we in the flesh!} And if I could go back I'd roll us with Eazy in my cadillac. Bend a couple of corners, smoke out with some hoes, now where y'all at? You ready for the 21st Century heroes, two-triple-zeroes, righteous ones in with the Howse and enrolled with a hundred and forty-four thousand. |
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It’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know, know, know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’ t know, I don’t know). There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know, know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’t know, I don’t know). [ 2] My life is a jungle, I struggle, hustle, Monday through Sunday. They tell me the world is mine, but shit I don’t want it, who want it? How could it be mine and I’m still hungry, still homely, lost, and lonely? So I holler at the forces of the wind as a friend. But I predicted this ending back in the day. Cause I had visions of bad decisions—knew niggas would go astray. Although we pray, and we pray, and we pray, we do, but see when a nigga lose faith, no more united-divided, we fall, nigga and haul. We're all dealt fucked cards, but don’t complain, just play the hand that you was dealt. You play 'em right you prevail, you play 'em wrong then you fail. It ain’t hard to tell when you be headed for self-destruction. Cause I could look at the piece, solve the puzzle. It ain’t no love involved. Everything we was dissolved. We all hard as one, but together we raw. And it ain’t a nigga that could fuck with that. We spreaded the talent. My nigga what’s up with that? Lettin’ the devil get in, should’ve pinned. You was pretendin' to be friends. We was slickin by that snake-in-the- grass, slither-slicked a nigga fast, yeah that muthafuckin snake-in-the-grass. We dropped our guards, and he got inside us like a virus. Now our family reunion done turned into a family crisis (crisis). Bizzy There’s always something you got to give up, up, up…if you want everything you want, want, want. [ 4] I was never on some solo shit. Always down to roll and blow a head off. He jet off and don’t know me (me), don’t tell me you love me (me). And when I was lonely and my daddy died. All of my niggas came, nigga dreamt. And thanks for coming. I’m still stressed out over the death. But I take a breath to puff my cigarette (Wet!). I think the world is just collapsing, but I’m still rappin’. Get it all off my chest. Go wackin' back to the action. When the bird was flyin’, low, and laughin', family bashin', 'til it just happened and Wally passed in the ashes. Workin' it tragic, gloomy, askin' if you'll ever come back tomorrow? We tellin' the truth, clone, you still beatin’ around the bush. Baby I'm sorry it’s all in the game, throwin' up blood, fuck it Lay! Let's sign our life away! Wish Now see me, I ain’t givin’ up a muthafuckin thing. It’s hard to come by. And I ain't no bitch-nigga. Shit, commit some robberies and walk-by's cause you don’t want that, neither do I. But I will, I will, cause I’m a hustla, a hustla (Yeah). Until I die, I’ma get mine, even if it mean murder, gettin caught, fuck it, let me fire. You know, it's hectic niggas thirsty nowadays, but I’m a hustla just like you, don’t bring that shit my way. Well if there's something you can't give up, [Would you give it up?] to get everything you want? [I can't give it up!] [ 4] Hell naw, I be thugged out nigga, turned out nigga! Runnin' with niggas that's killas, the realest that be shermed out nigga! Fearin' my prophecy. Ain't no stoppin' me. Comin' through with the Mossberg shotty! I really don't wanna hurt nobody, just kill off Filluminati. Fuck the DEA, and the FBI, IRS can kiss my ass too! CPD, FCC y'all better quit trippin' 'fore a nigga come blast you. I'll blast you, hit 'em up like Pac did. Take 'em hostage, terrorized and tortured your ghetto resource. A big payback, payback. Little Lay that little nigga with scrilla. And bitch I thought you knew? You gotta beat on me, I gotta a beam on you. You wanna fuck with me, I'ma fuck with you. Biatch! Like it always be. Y'all bitches goin' have to kill me. Feel me! You goin' have to pop me, if you even tryin' to stop me from grindin'. I'm leavin' you blinded by the science of Mo Thug 'til you find us. All the nigga know is in real life in the streets gotta get that good life. Getting' that lle' up under the streetlights, it's a life I'm fightin'. A nigga want out but just can't get out. So I guess I gots to fix it. All them dreams of havin' them big things, I'm still gon' chase it. You'll see that. Krayzie There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know, know, know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’ t know, I don’t know). [ 2] There’s always something you got to give up…(Yeah, I know, know) if you want everything you want. (But shit, I don’t know, I don’t know). [ 2] Flesh Here they come, wicked, and I bomb down. Bone servin' the fiends. Lit 'em up and then I'll hit 'em with a future shock! Then pulling my glock. That's when they all thought, "When this shit gon' stop?" Popped in my slug, and it goes pop! Droppin' this shit daily, kicking this thug music. But I love, also really love smo |
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Krayzie Take me, higher, higher baby. Can you feel it, feel it, feel it, feel it? Do you feel the same weed high that I do? Cause I’m so high. (Reefer makes you feel that way) And I’m feelin' so right. Roll more, let’s smoke, I’ve got to get high. Yeah…I’ve been high since the last song off that La-la- la-la-la-la. And I’ve just been smokin’ and smokin’. Smoke another blunt, roll another up, you know the weed can really ease your mind. Every time I smoke good reefer, that Indo high makes me fly. If everybody smoked the blunt, relieve the mind, the world could be a better place. If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted. Stay, smoke float out-out-out, smoked out-out-out, choked out-out-out, pull another out-out- out. Oooh ah! Let’s get P.O.D.’ed, (P.O.D.’ed) P.O.D’ded— d’ded, P.O.D.’ded—d’ded. Bizzy The weed can get no better, no better baby. Twenty dollar hollers all day every day. Come around my way, we gon' want to stay. Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all I can say: “Sure I need some more.” Don’t make me wait, stay awake, fake sleep, got the weed between the sheets, catch me. Mary Jane, bless me. Open up the dime, stimulate your mind. Slide my thumb up the blunt. Open up and what you'll find in there—you don’t really want. I've never been in “High Times”, never been in “High Times”, I never been in “High Times.” But could you tell that I’ve been so high all my life. (am I high enough, am I high enough?) Been so high all my life. (am I high enough?) Wish I remember being a little thug. Weed—really didn’t know what it was. Then I took a puff and I realized I should always stay high (high). The weed, the weed makes me feel all right (all right). If you feel like I feel, I got half on your dime. If you got weed smoke it. I’m a real weed-smoker. If it’s mine then I would. Since it’s yours you could, you should. If I ain’t there when you blaze the blunt nigga, huh, please think of me. Cause you know a nigga love to get high, high, high and free. Smokin’ all night, feelin' all right, Bone Thugs get high, so high, high, high, all night, high, high, so high. Flesh Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my-my-my-my, I know you wonder why I do it. Love the sky, and I soar up so high. This morning I was on my bed, bangin' and ringin' inside my head. I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night I got P.O.D.’d instead. So please don’t go away, and all I got to say is I gotta have you Mary Jane. Such Heavenly feelin’ I get when I’m takin' fat-ass blunts to the brain. Oh darlin' I’m going insane. And I wish we really can kick it at home in America like it was on in Amsterdam. You heard enough, you heard that I’m nothin' but a realler thug nigga none less than a killer. I might if I’m making my scrilla. And I happen to know when it's live as the Bone that kick it as strong as me, be rippin’ the bong like me, can hit it as long as me. Layzie And when I need to free my mind I can find satisfaction in a bag of weed. Everything I need, leave it to the trees, it can make me feel better. And every day I wake, nigga rollin' up blunts and mo blunts and mo blunts. And I keep a case of Swisher Sweets in the trunk (drop box) so when I’m rollin'. Smokin’ 'n chokin’, just floatin’ through the city in the drop-top, glock cocked, rollin', just rollin'. Me and Mary Jane, that's my world, that’s my thing. The way she penetrate my brain. Buddah done blessed me with game—good game. You want to chop it up, we can kick it smoke a phatty to the dome. Nigga Lay high, thugged-out, smokin' all night long. Bizzy The weed can get no better, no better baby. The weed can get no better, (Let's smoke, I've got to get high!) no better baby. The weed can get no better, no better baby. (Let's smoke, I've got to get high!) |
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Raisin’ hustlas, thieves, and prostitutes. Young homie think before you shoot—Murderaaaaah. Where will our children go, when there’s no (nowhere, no!) place safe where they can go? Bizzy And trouble may come and some time you’ll get pulled over by one-time. And when in 1999 rewinds didn’t even make any strides. Murder all around the whole world is nauseating. Everybody’s hatin’ everybody—over-rated. Why everybody actin' educated? I thought we graduated back in the saddle. Waitin' (board) aboard the battle station. Hation is a birth defect, and you know ain’t nobody perfect, and when the curtains close, open up the door, no more, no more. Big B. See we’re losing this world we love. And it looks like the sinnin’ won’t end. So I’m reachin’ high up above. Lord let Your blessings begin. And let’s change the world, and let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!]. Flesh It got me ready to set off the riot. Ridin’ with my trues humbly united gathering souls. Here we go, roll up some more Phillies. My nigga let me hit it. Niggas we thuggin’ immortalized, let’s get high. It’s them niggas you most desire. I could remember from way back in the day coming up out of the ghetto was a hell of a struggle. For selling the fiends llello, but it was my dream to kick flows to put my people on another level. Like it'll be for the lust. (lust) Or could it be for the rush? (rush) My niggas love when they bust (bust). They steady buck and you duck. (duck) They'll put you deep in the dust. (dust) My niggas creepin’ on ah come up. (come up) Black nigga killa. (killa) Thuggish ruggish nigga. Nigga pin it, nigga finna desend into a dawn of a new millennium. Anticipatin’ life without Satan. Hatin’ and our enemies to Hell—I'm sendin' em. And let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!]. Layzie Everyday the devil at me. And I wish the Lord threw a hummer at me, I ain't happy. Me and Eazy-E in a B-E-N-Z with my niggas right next to me. It's my legacy, we can't let it stop us, unh unh, not now. The whole world endin' up the buck buck, pow! Corruption, destruction, disaster, everybody tryin' to rap faster than the master. Oh Lord, could you save my soul? Nigga tryin' to go platinum around 40 years old. The Lord knows we can do this shit. It ain't no stoppin' us now 'cause we can prove this shit. Nigga me, Stew, D's P.D., Freaky-G. The whole world wanna be rappin' with me. I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex. Babies havin' babies—Generation X. With the AIDS epidemic we ain't pure no more. And I know they got a cure for this shit, we ain't rich. First we lost Eazy, then we lost Pac, Biggie got killled, when this shit gon’ stop? Everybody wanna know what's goin' on with the Thuggish Ruggish Bone-Bone-Bone-Bone. Tryin' to be prepared for the Y2K. And if I don't die today, I'm tryin' to change the world. And let’s change the world, {Change the world…} let’s change the world, {…change the world…} [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, {…I'ma goin' change the world!} let’s change the world. [worrrrld!] Wish You need a message, you could learn from rappin', but they tryin' to ban it—realize it ain't gonna happen. We done changed the world (world). Ghetto voices bein' heard and felt, you know it's funny. Got my guns better arm yourself. Most don’t' have a clue if it goes down what to do? Don't you know this government ain't vote for me and you? I have a dream, no I have a wish, if we can't save ourselves, damn, let's save the kids. Let the world go on (go on), let these babies have something, let the world go on (go on). Just don't blow this muthafucka up. You kill him, he'll kill you. Some say it's stupid but violence really lives where I come from (come from). Hungry little kids where I come from. (come from). Judge not me and where I come from. (come from, come from, come from) See we’re losing this world we love. And it looks like the sinnin’ won’t end. So I’m reachin’ high up above. Lord let Your blessings begin. And let’s change the world, and let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!], let’s change the world, let’s change the world [worrrrld!]. |
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Everything's goin' to be all right, it's gon' be all right! Everything's goin' to be all right, (it's gonna be all right) all right. [*4] So don't you worry about a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry about a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby) [*3] Now I dedicate this to all of my niggas, that's dreamin'. Schemin' on making a million, trying to feed they children. Them police keep comin' around and keep tryin' to beat you down and take you out. Nigga, don't worry, God don't like evil. Shit is so clear that they came and see through, but no matter what we do (it matter what we do) We gon' be strugglin' forever, runnin' forever. The way that I see it, it won't get no better, until Armageddon proves that it's not a legend. It's kind of hard to view paradise (paradise). But if you try, just close your eyes, you can view it (you can view it). But reality hits you, as soon as you open your eyes, you'll find that you still live a fucked up life (life) and the streets done took over your mind. Figured you got to survive, so somebody got to die. Too strong to break down and cry, but I'm askin' God to come help us, please God! Krayzie Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby) [*2] Wish Some of y'all niggas really can't fight. Better get it together, better act right. Cause when you fuck with Bone, better come with some, better have your shit right. And don't be plannin' no future on nuttin' you heard, nigga. He say/She say get you fucked up, killa! And I'm goin' ride. Won't lose no sleep over nuttin'. You can say we frontin', but all these years, face to face, ain't nobody said nuttin'. Livin' in these wicked days, tryin' to get over my wicked ways. Time after time, I know we try, but we losin' this life game, damn! And I don't want to go out like that, not me! Baby, Bone got what you want. Physically, you don't wanna bleed. Ah la-la-la?la-la. Hit 'em hard, it's gonna be all right, all right, all right! Krayzie So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby). Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby) Bizzy And don?t you worry ?bout a damn thing! And don?t you worry ?bout a damn thing! With all odds against us. Prayin' to God. Got me runnin?for the fences aimin' at these henchmen. Litigation, can't see me, my clip, or the extra extension. I sit in my basement like it?s a crackhouse, boys! Blackout ?cause I was paranoid, he enjoys. While I avoid. Deploy some old crooks ?cause bitches won?t put money on your books. Destroy! Double-eye. Died watchin?double signs with the crook. All that damn chronic. Henn done got me out some hellified times. It's televised the crucify. Promised and admonished. Nobody can stop us! Where the shootout? How many niggas you kill? How many niggas for real? Like Larry Duwell as long as I live fortified, strategize like "Ooh Child!" Niggas can blast at me, bitches can pass me. Fuck a chicken and listen?don't, don't! Krayzie So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby). Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby). Flesh I remember like yesterday, way back in the day comin?up?Moms used to read to me everyday, through the evening, even through the afternoon, and the dawn. The Book of Pslams! So, I?m wanderin?off through the wilderness, humble through the valley of the shadow of death. Will they hunt me down? All the evil people? Hail my mother, went before the gates. Stack shall prevail! Lately, been havin?these flashes. Seein?this amazing view and it ain?t nothin? No seein? believin? Heaven in front of you that?s what I'm havin?now, d?? vu! Now when they lay me down, down to sleep, down to sleep. I pray for the Lord then the Holy Ghost bless my soul to keep, soul to keep! And if I should die before I wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up! I pray for the Lord to have mercy on our souls, so please Lord take us! I say that my mama beaten, no, no, no more crying, drying eyes. Nigga locked up at Wasteside, couldn't read the papers back to my step-dad when he died!?So, finally got a release date and I slide back to the county, nigga back to the life?Hoorah! Finna touch back home, don?t worry ?bout a damn thing, everything clear to me. All right. Off through the door. So bright like a knight in shinin?armor. Hug my wife, my sons, my daughter. Ain?t no more reason to be feelin' harmed. Krayzie So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby). Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby). Layzie Look nigga, I ain?t worried about nothin??cause it?s a little thing I know called faith! All you need is much as a mustard seed and the Lord will keep you safe. Whatever don?t kill you will make you stronger?I promise you that! Just keep on pushin? If you slip, you fall and you hurt yourself, then the Lord will provide your cushion. Determination, rules the nation. Whatever you facin? just be a man! Believin?in the death before dishonor, shake the drama and take the stand. For a nigga like me, see, it didn?t come easy. A nigga had to struggle and fight. At a point in time in my life, it was like a nigga just can?t get it right! To all of my family, Layzie loves you and I never take shit for granted. Feelin?so wicked off on this planet, man, fuck tryin?to understand it! That?s why I stay focused, thuggin?the loc?est. Stackin? my bricks ?til I form the fist. Mama never said it?d be like this, but nigga, I?ll be ready for anything! Remember to never count your eggs before they hatch. About precision, timin?and vision. Get up and go, and don?t turn back! If you a soldier and you know it, hold your head up high?and keep stompin?in your big black boots and don?t worry! Krayzie So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby). Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing (baby). [*2] Bang |
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People ask me how do you maintain You got to keep your mind on money (T-H-U-G) Don't let the snakes ever short you for ya change Nigga, let 'em know how much you want it (Krayzie) Nigga 1993, hooked up with Eazy E 1994, rushin through the door with the Bone flow Nigga was creepin on a come up, doin it for the love of money 1995 we really let 'em know, Cleveland is the city where we come from Brought styles muthafuckas never heard before But we never got our props 'til we dropped that said song, see you at the crossroad But the man know, Eazy runnin with the lost souls, rest in peace That was 1996, we back in the mix I guess they thought that we'd gon' quit but we got love for this shit But everything started changin, business rearangin Then the time when Bone and Ruthless wasn't vibin Tried to keep my mind together through that industry shit Somehow I'm feelin like what I deserve I didn't get But I'ma stick it out, believe I'ma keep my head up And show my loyalty for Eazy E, even though I'm fed up 1997 hey, everybody grab ya weapon, its the art of war It don't stop, it won't stop until we drop, body rott Not to mention when we venture through the family scriptures 1999 nigga, still strugglin Tryna get some money with this mastermind I'm jugglin Sharpen up ya thug mentality And by the year 2000 I'll be thuggin, but so I'm ??? I gotta get some money, blast if I get hungry So if you read that I done flipped, then you know the story, about me (Hook) (Ed. note-I'm not too sure about any of this verse) Take a good look into my eyes, and all over my face your bloody death With a bloody bloody, mess, I'm servin you none the less ??? ???? ??? that crazy muthafucka from the world's most dangerous group Mo Thugs Nation, ??? ??? ??? on your life That's absolutley what I'm gon' do Blast at them niggas who thought they knew me Now I'm that muthafucka that be ??? ???, the nigga that bust all y'all My mission in life to be the coldest nigga that ever spit shit on the mic I'm comin in smooth, rockin this hip-hop music just the way you like Tellin all biters to please stop tryin Let it go fry fool, when I make my move all y'all gonna die Split up and fry, open his eyes ??? ??? ??? ??? ??? pop, shot one through his head Oh my, oh my, now look what you made me do, this nigga dead It ain't my fault, you niggas too soft, ain't got no skill Now look through the ???, stop steel Y'all some fake-thug livin tryna get notice by hangin with stars No need to say no names, niggas know who the fuck you are We all true sound, nigga united gatherin souls, how we roll And that's love for the paper, foldin, I saw these hoes But I had my ??? ???, nah nigga that's my nuts ??? ??? ??? don't touch that And then he won't hesitate to buck for the love You can't dust on these bustas, so they die They only got love for those who love me In the meanwhile I main to keepin my mind on my money And no, this shit that we spit ain't funny Especially when you hungry, nigga With no hustle, nigga, to get them funds (Hook) (Bizzy) In '91 I'm runnin from the fuckin cops, don't ya know it That bitch was tryna' find a hidin spot, he show it Know niggas that'd had no pussy Said that would never read or get to L.A. And niggas went cannibal on 'em, either Smokin that reefer, niggas know how I'm livin 'Cause I was havin children when y'all was lookin for women But mine aside, so why you tellin your same ??? When niggas ain't have shit, tell me who's the one that ride We gon' ride ride though, you can call me Mr. Murda-mo Get ???, burn the whole store down all by myself ??? ??? ??? ??? for fuckin with the Bone flow Heaven and Earth, God and my loved one, and ya gotta roll And what you want my people to hear, that I'm a fuckin sell-out? But who's the one on solo shit, and who want me the hell out? I'll bail out with a ???, that pussy makes me change Or expansion on the mansion or acres in the shooting range Shootin thangs (shootin thangs), it don't make you a villain The villain is chillin with his children Bitch, I keeps it real! (Hook) (Layzie) I keep my mind on my money, my money on my mind A straight up soldier in the field out here pushin my line Nigga designed a gold crime as I'm racin through this obstacle 007, Layzie Bone, knew it was possible Got shot, got out the hospital, started on my mission Listen, nigga pay attention Oh, and did I mention, had a tape before I crept on a come up, Faces of Death Blessin 40 o-z's, Lay and Leatherface and double z's (???) Niggas often wonder why my mind on my money Nigga these bitches all up on me, and half the industry phoney It's like this nigga, I don't even fuck around If a nigga ain't got no money for Lay, I'll come around Ain't it funny how niggas turn funny-style When they think they fall in trinkets, ain't even ran a mile See my niggas doin a damn thing, Flesh Trues Humbly United Gatherin Souls, just to let you know Heaven'z Movie, yours truely, Mr. Gambini (Kraaaayzie)It's the mentality, and next to the baddest, little Stevie And when you ask me how I maintain I watch my niggas rule, act a fool, and ace the game Mo Thug one, witness the Family Scriptures Mo Thug two, Family Reunion comin to get ya Mo Thug three, presentation of the mothership Niggas on some other shit, by smoke and maintain (Hook) |
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Flesh [Bizzy] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When it's rent time and I done spent mine baby.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When it's rent time and I done spent mine baby.] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When the L.A.P.D. see you ridin' dirty, dirty, dirty.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When it's rent time and I done spent mine baby.] Layzie I'm stuck in this penetentiary called life. Deciphering wrong from right. Dodgin' these institutions, these niggas shootin'. Pullin it low, that’s far from right. Facin' the brick wall at a stand still. Was it a dream or was it reality? Naw, it was a nightmare hauntin' my sanity. Like the Lord up in Heaven bannin' me. It's sad to see I be bustin' my ass. I'm down for my grind gettin nowhere fast. I'm a thug so you know a nigga built to last. Point of no return 'bout to kill for cash. Feel my wrath. Murder on the government, war for the niggas on the streets. It'll be no peace 'til the top dog eat. Tryin' to stop my meal. When you catch this heat, (Layyyziiiiie!) six feet deep is where you be layin'. The worms and maggots is where you be stayin'. Desperado 2000: all about the money, murder, and mayhem. I look at my niggas I went to school with, shot pool with, was always cool with. Same niggas that I just can't fool with. Niggas got guns and ready to use it. So I'm trapped up against the wall. Watchin' y'all niggas plottin on me. Tryin' to catch me up in that robbery. Puttin' they bob on me and do a job with me. But I'm proud to be that nigga in the ghetto that just can't stay out. Ain't nowhere to run, nowhere to hide, and it ain't no way out (no way out). Flesh [Flesh & Layzie] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these killas, and even your family and your people dawg?] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When you stuck, shit outta luck, and got no hustle to make that buck dawg.] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When the road you on is a dead-end, left from borrowin' and beggin'.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When all of this music shit played out and you trapped, with no way out.] Bizzy Together forever, I know they want to see us fall. And if I had the money you would probably playa-hate me. Sellin' dummies or dum-dum-dum-dump on every nigga don't wanna see us with no money. You won't see me when I sell it. And when some come want only to visit. No interviews! If I told you, would you tell me like you did it? I hate that, wake that sucker up. Buck, buck, buck! And tell him to take that with him. Nut up! We still thuggin! Spittin' as we run away from prison. Nigga we still runnin'. But the Bad Boy boys is still comin'. Nobody wants to start this revolution. How could they be some soldiers? You ain't never been in no war. The end of it. Been trainin' veteran peacetime. At least I’m gettin' ready. I might could learn to love it. And when I release mine on the public, thuggish ruggish, and plus it's all real. I put that your nine-millimeter. Steal on judges that drink with B. Flesh [Flesh & Layzie] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these killas, and even your family and your people dawg?] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When you stuck, shit outta luck, and got no hustle to make that buck dawg.] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When the road you on is a dead-end, left from borrowin' and beggin'.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When all of this music shit played out and you trapped, with no way out.] Wish Now all y'all niggas' tough? Y'all ready for violence (violence). But niggas don't give a fuck, we ready to riot (riot). When all the smoke clears y'all niggas is long gone. (Damn!) Niggas learned the hard way "Should've stayed at home." A couple on this (uh huh) a couple million on that. (That's right!) Got a couple million on everything we do, can you sell that? It didn't come easy around our way. We had to hustle. Just survive and didn't eat some days. Flesh [Flesh & Layzie] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these killas, and leavin' your family and your people dawg?] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When all of this music shit played out and you trapped, with no way out.] Flesh I'm caught, wanna know my lost soul? Niggas stuck at the crossroad. Thuggin' with my people and I see so much evil in the mist. I hear you but I fear no evil. Look at life revealin', tick-tock, racin' against my time. Nigga it's my grind. Why you comin' to stand here. Nigga better wake up, you're third eye blind. Wow! What a thin line between love and hate. How many gon' survive Armageddon? Just wait 'til it's on that day. And I won't make haste. And I make no mistakes, Satan's chasin' me Lord lead me half of the way. Kickin' up dust, bailin' with my runaway slaves for safety. Livin' in a world so cruel, and I got nothin' to lose, rippin' and thuggin' with trues, smokin' that Swedish cheeba, drinkin' brews. My muthafuckin' niggas killin' when it comes to my scrilla. Bang bang and I gotta stay down for my thug thang, bitch! Bizzy Never ask where the killers at. (Nigga) we run with automatic weapons, all I really wanted was a crowd and get my buck and never choke when the other day I hid away with her. Bone's here and I'll stay with her, lay with her, play with her. Seven other niggas are protectin', smoking hay with her. Would he pray with her, would he pray with her? Oh, no, (no) they'll lose. Keep stressin' Henn' and caffiene and green and nicotine! No…torious, bustin' with my regime! Fiends all around me! Adrenaline pumping new millennium. Thugs caught up, brought up. Believe me, revelation, devistation, holocaust. Fillin' with smoke—the ozone. So can't spend, just listenin'. Go on a God-like mission, tell of all the written inscriptions limited. Nobody was gifted, somebody lifted spliffs, (Oh it's so good!) baby hold this while I'm pissin'. It's nowhere to turn to, no shit, but I'ma stay Christian while I'll stay Columbian. Flesh [Flesh & Layzie] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When you duckin' the po-po, dodgin these killas, and leavin' your family and your people dawg?] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When you stuck, shit outta luck, and got no hustle to make that buck dawg.] Could you tell me where you'd run to? [When the road you on is a dead-end, left from borrowin' and beggin'.] When it ain't nowhere to turn to. [When all of this music shit played out and you trapped, with no way out, ungh!] |
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