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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty [Explicit Version] (2007)
Wind Blow
[Layzie Bone:] Bone Thugs n Harmony A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow) A nigga got dat Grammy Open the door nigga, Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones You can ask my homies I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me Now I blew up they all on me They smiles phony It's hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake They tryna eat out of yo plate And you can't get a break Now how much can you take For heavens sake I can't wait they gone be (Listening to the wind blow) [Krayzie Bone:] Sittin back blowin on indo Waving wit my middle finger hangin out the window lets roll Get yo muthafuckin hand out my pocket Now they wanna be wit a nigga Feel like we partnas Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us Neva did call us Where was yo promise But now we ridin by (Listening to the wind blow) [Wish Bone:] Nigga to the real to the sets When it comes to the streets Livin peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto Give all peace won't let is go Say we wouldn't make it Now we some of the greatest Bumpin through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo [Chorus: x2] And if don't love me now You'll never love me again I can still here you sayin' You must never Break the chain [Layzie Bone:] 4 tru thugs from the double glock A nigga ready to rumble When trouble knocks 2 one way tickets straight off the block We gonna this pay Yall niggaz jus watch "All eyes on me" Like my name is Pac Fuckin hip hop cock Gotta pass the glock Takin drastic shots Till these bastards stop When the casket drop I be mashin out In brand new drop top flyin nigga (Listening to wind blow) [Krayzie Bone:] Killin them niggaz witta automatic weapon When they step up They get hit up wit the AK-47 Anybody tryna git the muthafuckin blessin They betta not mess wit mine cuz im tellin Any you niggaz run up again That it aint no pretendin go for sin u gonna git in Boy you betta listen listen listen (Listening to wind blow) [Wish Bone:] If you get a change of foot Inch for inch Just do it do it Grab the game Do it to it it Chase to chase But still hood Live it or love it Dummies of the rocks Duck up out of my hood hood hood [Chorus x2] (Murder) mo murder them all [x4] [Krayzie Bone:] So you felt like The wind blow Never see me cuz I get ghost So a nigga neva get close I go fast or slow No matter the tempo Murda the instrumental Murda the rhythm I ride to the rhythm of murda Its murda This lyrical venom I serve a Gone kill 'um at minimal murda Nigga burn some some Stick wit grans dats, Stack cash Nigga you betta learn some (some some) We got the hood hot lock Even got the burbs bumpin bumpin They probably tryna get in Don't nobody wanna be left in the wind [Layzie Bone:] Uh-oh Niggaz that's not tryna listen to Bone The early bird get the worm Take the game by the throat and squeeze Till the muthafucka broke believe Its murda we wrote Its dope that we serve on the curb to the booth These niggaz don't feel it cuz we spit the truth Aint never no fake and they got me to prove Haters just hate and we do what we do Let 'um talk to you in the face Only because we blew up in they face If was Bone hurtin If that was the case I'll probably go loco and catch me a case Nigga jus move and give me some space When I let the wind blow in my face Nigga don't quit till I finish the race Number one is the place [Chorus: x2] And if don't love me now You'll never love me again I can still hear you sayin' You must never Break the chain [Krayzie Bone:] Now we ridin by [x4] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty (2007)
Wind Blow
[Layzie Bone:] Bone Thugs n Harmony A yo we aint always been accepted like this till (Listen to the wind blow) A nigga got dat Grammy Open the door nigga, Bone Thugs got a story that's similar to Mike Jones You can ask my homies I'm memba back in the days they didn't want me Now I blew up they all on me They smiles phony It's hard to determine who really is rich or which of these niggas is fake They tryna eat out of yo plate And you can't get a break Now how much can you take For heavens sake I can't wait they gone be (Listening to the wind blow) [Krayzie Bone:] Sittin back blowin on indo Waving wit my middle finger hangin out the window lets roll Get yo muthafuckin hand out my pocket Now they wanna be wit a nigga Feel like we partnas Nigga we was lookin for a deal and you dodged us Neva did call us Where was yo promise But now we ridin by (Listening to the wind blow) [Wish Bone:] Nigga to the real to the sets When it comes to the streets Livin peace so it can beat like a drum from the ghetto Give all peace won't let is go Say we wouldn't make it Now we some of the greatest Bumpin through the trunk and yo ra yo radioooo [Chorus: x2] And if don't love me now You'll never love me again I can still here you sayin' You must never Break the chain [Layzie Bone:] 4 tru thugs from the double glock A nigga ready to rumble When trouble knocks 2 one way tickets straight off the block We gonna this pay Yall niggaz jus watch "All eyes on me" Like my name is Pac Fuckin hip hop cock Gotta pass the glock Takin drastic shots Till these bastards stop When the casket drop I be mashin out In brand new drop top flyin nigga (Listening to wind blow) [Krayzie Bone:] Killin them niggaz witta automatic weapon When they step up They get hit up wit the AK-47 Anybody tryna git the muthafuckin blessin They betta not mess wit mine cuz im tellin Any you niggaz run up again That it aint no pretendin go for sin u gonna git in Boy you betta listen listen listen (Listening to wind blow) [Wish Bone:] If you get a change of foot Inch for inch Just do it do it Grab the game Do it to it it Chase to chase But still hood Live it or love it Dummies of the rocks Duck up out of my hood hood hood [Chorus x2] (Murder) mo murder them all [x4] [Krayzie Bone:] So you felt like The wind blow Never see me cuz I get ghost So a nigga neva get close I go fast or slow No matter the tempo Murda the instrumental Murda the rhythm I ride to the rhythm of murda Its murda This lyrical venom I serve a Gone kill 'um at minimal murda Nigga burn some some Stick wit grans dats, Stack cash Nigga you betta learn some (some some) We got the hood hot lock Even got the burbs bumpin bumpin They probably tryna get in Don't nobody wanna be left in the wind [Layzie Bone:] Uh-oh Niggaz that's not tryna listen to Bone The early bird get the worm Take the game by the throat and squeeze Till the muthafucka broke believe Its murda we wrote Its dope that we serve on the curb to the booth These niggaz don't feel it cuz we spit the truth Aint never no fake and they got me to prove Haters just hate and we do what we do Let 'um talk to you in the face Only because we blew up in they face If was Bone hurtin If that was the case I'll probably go loco and catch me a case Nigga jus move and give me some space When I let the wind blow in my face Nigga don't quit till I finish the race Number one is the place [Chorus: x2] And if don't love me now You'll never love me again I can still hear you sayin' You must never Break the chain [Krayzie Bone:] Now we ridin by [x4] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Bizzy:
It's East 1999 time. I promise that I'll hunt you bastards, zip 'em in casket, here to get drastic, fast in a hurry. Is you ready for me magic? Let 'em blast, and nigga, bet I bury, then move, true to the murder mo, gladly, 'cause the haters never had to have me, want to follow fools through alleys, 'cause ready to lose and daddy who raised me like Layzie, Krayzie, probably St. Clair babies, so hate me, but I handle my business, so lately I can handle my shady, kill 'em, but won't think I'm a bomb again, not even if they put me in prison and give me time, I'm ready for the killin', go get 'em, and I'm a fill 'em with eleven of mine and one die. Is he ready to lie if I decide, lookin' at my killin' and decide to boom to go bye, I'm gonna fly [fly], whom die they lie. Flesh: Whom die they lie. Krayzie: No mo' mercy . . . Flesh: Whom die they lie. [Shot.] Flesh: Now, who wanna go snitch? Talk shit about real trues, still be payin' dues, saw them sneakin', and a nigga gettin' sick of all the playas, they hatin'. Why so many fakers runnin' they mouth bullshit and they lose, lookin' so deep in they eyes, and tell it when they lyin', stop tryin', but they never convince none, got hundreds runnin' up with gauges. Still I'm sure they sure they fryin' us, but I buck, sometimes I save it, for me kill 'em off later, man. So, what if it got too late for me to get 'em? Then gotta switch to testin' G's. In this game I aim to keep away from every crazy steady, we're too quick to pull petty bullshit. Y'all thought that you could fuck with the Cleveland thugstas, #1 fillin' his gun, and I wish you would, bitch, pop, (...?...) and have to show you through, when Bone thugs comin' in, it's a headline. Time to get on top of mountain top when they got (?) all over this nation, world, and I plan on, now look at you bustas get mad. Beat the fuckas on their own line, don't make ' em tell it to ya twice, when you crack a grip, keep it real, but you sure will pay the price (?). Layzie: Whom die they lie. Krayzie: No mo' mercy . . . Layzie: Whom die they lie [Shot.] Layzie: Time to stick it for the thugsta, thugsta, little sneaky muthafucka on a mission, got me plottin' for it quickly. Who fried? Do or die, nigga, you and I for the creep on the come up, and pay these niggas a visit. So is it, was it, wicked ways, got me strugglin' for days. Hey, a nigga's gotta eat, so yo, I gotta get paid and blaze. So swift not to catch a case, crept up in his place while the nigga was gone for his safe and his stones, and it's on, 'cause the Bones havin' a say, I won't forget this evenin'. Nigga had theif, Little Layzie Bone, thievin', 'cause he had cameras hid off into his ceiling. Pin me, niggas run away, they said they lookin' for me, but I'm a find a nigga, kill him, 'fore this nigga find me. Y'all niggas know I'm murder-bound, see me when I'm servin' now, parlay it down, breakin' it down in the C-Town, spot 'em on the avenue, follow he's passin' through, get 'em at the next red light, green light, got the go ahead, infrared on your forehead. Whom die they lie. Krayzie: Whom die they lie. No mo' mercy . . . Whom die they lie. [Shot.] I'm that nigga with the shotty runnin' at you niggas, poppin' enemy. Drop 'em. Me gotta get 'em, kill 'em before they get me. Coppers on us, and you know the bitches want us, but as soon as they close, it's the pap pap, pardon me. Take a look, and what you see--Krayzie still runnin' from the police, 'cause I got a fuckin' bag of weed. I believe in sale, now, on the scene. I can do it. I can kill 'em if he gotta be a casualty. He after me, but I'm a put a bullet through your head. Shoulda fled, but you didn't, so bye-bye. Take 'em a couple a days to get your body outta the sea, meet your fuckin' fate and in grave lay. St. Clair, Wasteland, all my niggas comin', oh but they can't take it, if you wanna make it, break 'em, hey, or can't a nigga get paid? Oh, you're fuckin' with some niggas in some desperate days. Crime, yes, it pays, if it's cool with it, cool with it, never act a fool with it, broad, 'cause your lose. And me kill a muthafuckin' nigga, 'cause a nigga told another nigga, "I know who did it." Rollin' with the thuggish bunch of all. Let 'cha nuts hang, nigga, and cut your balls. It's Mr. Sawed-off, Sawed-off. Whom die, die, whom die, die, they lie. Krayzie: Whom die they lie. No mo' mercy . . . Whom die they lie. [Shot.] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Thug World Order (2002)
[Chorus 2x] (What about us?) What about my niggaz still out on the street? (What about us?) What about my partners doin' time? (What about us?) What about this arresting from the police? (What about us?) What about my young thugs cry? [Layzie] Its for my, incarcerated niggaz That stuck in the pin they coming home Gotta stay strong cause you aint alone Remember you always got love from home They steal this pain and may not know it I'm a boy and I gotta show it I hear them cries from the babies I wish they had a chance don't wanna blow it But unemployed for all the little girls and boys You got'sa, love your mom and daddy And make them wonder why you give them ploys Oh boy, its getting deep but more expensive then ever cheap But what about that little nigga running the streets Making a living through his beats What about these whack ass politicians They don't care if we live or die What about that elderly barely breathing, gotta survive on SSI They say America, it's the land of the free and home of the brave Its mass hysteria, so bring your knees and hope we can fight And if bury us, at least we can live as we believe Dog aint ever gonna break our pride Aint nothing you can do to keep us weak And all of my soldiers come together Get on your feet and get ready to bust What about this war against terrorism (fuck that) And what about this war against us [Chorus] [Wish] What about them thugs that's dead and gone What about them thugs that aint even grown What about them thugs that out here lost And aint ever gonna find their way home Suspicion got you furious, so grab your shit and listen up Its violence and violence, it's the only way their gonna respect us If its this system, in the ghetto back far to one place one time Know we gone, how they sleep at night if they know they be lying This shit we deal wit', we young black and fit less Living in the ghetto to ghetto and ghetto to ghetto cause ghetto is all we know They beat us down for dumb shit, they lock us up for dumb shit Find out that I'm innocent and still gotta fight for money they owe me And they wonder why we riot in the damn streets They can't hold us down we getting all that money And watch what I tell ya, everybody wants some how they get it they don't care Try to kick it when you spittin' real smooth But they listening in my business trying to fuck up my move [Chorus] [Bizzy] Dead niggaz I've been to war Been tall with shit I seen it all Like soap operas from ghetto stars I can tell when rappers getting bored, really Sometimes she a bitch sometimes my lady And times when niggaz die she help like I was a baby The simplest things in life were always the best Breathing you ass back inhaling when chronic in your chest Hey somebody call my momma and help me one more time Before I die my momma she carry me no comma Niggaz bitches and drama I recollect walking and stoppin' Cops not even checking on me, juvenile delinquent And baby y'all be respecting me The B.O. it taking me in Whether we saving fuck the last thing we did And let the cops see all the shit that I did Like spittin' on them foxies skied up In the palm of my dick This is the life that I love This is the life that I live And it's a life full of lust nigga [Chorus] [Krayzie] My partner called me after court They said they got 25 to life just for slingin' some dope They making some cheese just to feed their folks And they like somebody won't go home Its sad cause its sadder for us to get caught up by the po-po fo sho' And what about our boys and young girls In their wicked young world Coming to school wit' heaters bustin' their teachers Whatever happened to family and humanity we posses What about our babies, that struggling in this mess, don't strees Crooked coppers scaring the niggaz off in the hood What about them niggaz that get blown off this block if they good See most of the niggaz still on the street Still struggling and hustlin' trying to get something eat Some of them resting in piece and some will never get free Bone Thug gotta show love, keep it real and really real And let 'em know about us [Chorus 2x] What about us? [Repeat till end] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
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?? Cuz i'm so high (reefer makes you feel that way) And i feeling so right Roll mo,roll mo, let's smoke, i got to get high I been high since the last song (off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la) And i just been smokin' and smokin' Smoke another blunt, roll another up You know that weed can really ease your mind Everytime i smoke a reefer that indo high makes me fly If everybody smoked a blunt, relieve the mind, the world could be a better Place If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted Float out(out, out out), smoked out(out, out, out), choked out(out, out, Out), pull another o (out, out, out) Let's get p-o-d-ded (p-o-d-ded, p-o-d-ded) [chorus] [bizzy bone] The weed can't get no better (no better baby) [bizzy bone] 20 dollar hollars, all day, everyday Come around my way, you gone want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all i can say Sure i need some more Don't make we wait, stay awake, fake sleep, Got the weed between the sheets Catch me Mary jane bless me Open up the door, stimulate your mind, slide my bumb up the blunt Open up to what you find in mara....juana I've never been inm high times (lovin' them high times) I never been in high times (but could you tell me) Am i high enough (am i high enough) Am i high enough (am i high enough) [wish bone] I remeber 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 The weed (the weed), makes me feel alright (alright) 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 its yours you could, you should If i ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga huh, please think of me Cuz you know a nigga like 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-n-bone] Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my my my my I know you wonder why i do this love the sky And i soar up so high This mornin' i was in my bed Bangin' and ringin' inside my head I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night i got p-o-ded instead So baby don't go away, all i got to say Is i gotta have you mary j Such a heavenly feelin' i get when i'm taking 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 that i'm, you heard i'm, nothin' but a,realler thug nigga Nothin' less than a killa, i might if i'm makin' a scrilla I never knew no one as live as the bone that kick as strong as me Be rippin' the bong like me, can get it as long as me [layzie bone] 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 everyday i wake we Be rollin' up blunts, and mo blunts, and mo blunts And i, keep a case of swissha sweets in the trunk So when i'm rollin', smokin', 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 thang The way she penetrates my brain Buddah, done blessed me with game Good game, you wanna chop it up, we can kick it, smoke a phatty to the dome Nigga lay high, thugged out, smokin', all, night, long Chorus till fade |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
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?? Cuz i'm so high (reefer makes you feel that way) And i feeling so right Roll mo,roll mo, let's smoke, i got to get high I been high since the last song (off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la) And i just been smokin' and smokin' Smoke another blunt, roll another up You know that weed can really ease your mind Everytime i smoke a reefer that indo high makes me fly If everybody smoked a blunt, relieve the mind, the world could be a better Place If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted Float out(out, out out), smoked out(out, out, out), choked out(out, out, Out), pull another o (out, out, out) Let's get p-o-d-ded (p-o-d-ded, p-o-d-ded) [chorus] [bizzy bone] The weed can't get no better (no better baby) [bizzy bone] 20 dollar hollars, all day, everyday Come around my way, you gone want to stay Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all i can say Sure i need some more Don't make we wait, stay awake, fake sleep, Got the weed between the sheets Catch me Mary jane bless me Open up the door, stimulate your mind, slide my bumb up the blunt Open up to what you find in mara....juana I've never been inm high times (lovin' them high times) I never been in high times (but could you tell me) Am i high enough (am i high enough) Am i high enough (am i high enough) [wish bone] I remeber 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 The weed (the weed), makes me feel alright (alright) 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 its yours you could, you should If i ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga huh, please think of me Cuz you know a nigga like 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-n-bone] Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my my my my I know you wonder why i do this love the sky And i soar up so high This mornin' i was in my bed Bangin' and ringin' inside my head I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night i got p-o-ded instead So baby don't go away, all i got to say Is i gotta have you mary j Such a heavenly feelin' i get when i'm taking 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 that i'm, you heard i'm, nothin' but a,realler thug nigga Nothin' less than a killa, i might if i'm makin' a scrilla I never knew no one as live as the bone that kick as strong as me Be rippin' the bong like me, can get it as long as me [layzie bone] 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 everyday i wake we Be rollin' up blunts, and mo blunts, and mo blunts And i, keep a case of swissha sweets in the trunk So when i'm rollin', smokin', 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 thang The way she penetrates my brain Buddah, done blessed me with game Good game, you wanna chop it up, we can kick it, smoke a phatty to the dome Nigga lay high, thugged out, smokin', all, night, long Chorus till fade |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
(feat. Souljah Boy)
[Krayzie] (Talking) Yeah, got my niggas from St. Clair up in this muthafucka, nigga P.O.D.'d, my nigga, Sin Fin to put this shit down like this, nigga (We off to the ghetto, ghetto, ghetto...) What if we slowed it down? Then, nigga, you would hear me I know niggas would fuck around And say we tried to steal your style Come on to funky town, that's where we gets the rawest Thuggish ruggish Bone, so sho' nuff, that's what they call us My niggas is older, now, so they know when to unload So, when them funky, funky jump me Gon' be ready to roll (ready to roll) It's part of no static, see, we just out to get paid But, oh no, niggas heard the flow And wanted a piece of the cake It kinda pissed me off that ? figured they could get skills But when kept on disrespectin' Make 'em think we shit's real, nigga I'm from the Land where every niggas plan And schemin' for the money, man, so we packin' And they don't understand them niggas rappin' But still they actin' like criminals ? reciprocal They don't know it, even though Oh, no, no, can't let you go When I pop pop pop (pop, pop) That funk'll gon' blow you away Playa hation strikes a nerve everyday Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed, we stressed, we stressed [Krayzie] (Layzie) Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder Murder, murder, murder, play, play) Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder Murder, murder, murder, play, play) War corruptin' my mind [Souljah Boy] You know it is, what it's gotta be Ain't no stoppin' me when I be droppin' And these Mo Thug roll the sword from the front and back Don't stop, but the Double Glock they don't look out for these Where your troops is down to get loose, bitch Sue these stupid muthafuckas Don't make me huff and puff and start some ruckus 'Cause the niggas be down for the count And the first nigga step up, get shut down You shouldna been takin' my fuckin' style That's how we still gon' do it in the C-Town Arrest me on the rebound It's the P to the O to the D from the T to the H to the U to the G You hoes ain't got mo' killas than me So muthafuck what you's thinkin' Brothas don't hit, they're weak and wrapped up in my sheet While your bullethole still be bleedin' But here's the reason for the season's on my muthafuckin' bank Why you lame, be actin' strange? Boom to bangs, nigga insanes Out to rearrange this muthafuckin' figure Knowin' damn well, I'm a muthafuckin' killa Nigga, bow down, and I'm outta your picture Just might killa, got a cap peela, nine rounds spiller We done muthafuck you And you don't wanna see fade 'em all with the blood heater Streetsweeper get your ass deceased. [Krayzie] Warriors ride Bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder Murder, murder, play, play Wasteland warriors ride bloody murder, bloody mo' murder murder Murder, murder, play, play War corruptin' my mind [Bizzy] Rip quick to kill ya, fill ya, and I hits that quick Nigga, what you saw We ? somebody ? with a pistol runnin' through ? And they call war, ready for the cause Clones get the thug, end up gettin' them ? gotta break Your face be on that table, ready for more Y'all clone him, and what if I got my peeps to flip in And vote and go ahead and smoke 'em, open 'em up And your luck get fucked-up, ready me buck buck buck I'm still runnin' from feds, ? all the disrespect But I won't get cut and love, Uh-uh What it makes you want my ? yes, some are ? Thinkin' me bloody get with the ? And roll but I had gun before you knows Don't roll, and I gotta go and face it So picture me nearly dearly get in judge, roll [Layzie] Aw, shit! Nowhere to run; here come judgement day Let's make these jealous bitches pay, uh-huh I'm off in the midst, and runnin' and chasin' and casin' your ? Feelin' it might save me, baby, gotta be goin' through this life I snatch your life just like it's a day which type'll it be? Come and roll with this #l nigga in my 500 Benz You know I got ends to spend, top ten ? Count dividends, and I'm rollin' still real Attitude like, Nigga, what? And me Mo Thug Souljah Boy like all of 'em niggas Mo Thug employ in my city Destroy y'all, how wicked is this? It may be, nigga just gotta keep real, baby, lately Little Lay been dodgin' hits, try to keep all my people safe And outta the way And you know I get greater later, so I continue windin' It's all about perfect timin', feel me it's about perfect timin', hear me What's on my muthafuckin' mind in this: These playa haters got me pissed, bitch But let me get my gauge Leatherface, go get your mask We gon' blast and roll on these muthafuckin' niggas Everlastin', everlastin', everlastin', everlastin' - the #1 Assassin [Krayzie] (Layzie) Warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder Murder, murder, murder, play, play) Wasteland warriors ride (bloody murder, bloody mo' murder Murder, murder, murder, play, play) War corruptin' my mind [Krayzie] Oh, gotta say fuck all y'all, all y'all Wasteland warriors, we stressed We stressed, we stressed War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind Wasteland warriors ride War corruptin' my mind |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - The Collection No.1 (1999)
Battlecry Remix)
as interpolated by BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY Absolutely, absolutely, absolutely, absolutely nothin′, nothin′, nothin′ . . . War, war, war, war, war . . . What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin′, nothin′, nothin . . . Layzie: We be the mighty mighty warriors [warriors] on the rise [on the rise] thug (censored) to my battle cries. Warriors [warriors] on the rise [on the rise]. [Time to die.] Thug (censored) [Time to die.], you better be ready for war. It′s almost here--nineteen ninety-nine. Could it be the endin′, new millenium? Sendin′ them soldiers out to die, then they ride for the cause, screamin′ (censored) we muggin′, givin′ no lovin′ to these fake-ass laws, Mo Thuggin′. If you need to be prepared, pump your strap up in the air. Let em′ all loose if you ain′t scared. Shoot ′em up, if ya don′t care. Yeah! And I go to war for two thangs: challenge me. I want my (censored) cheese, my (censored) family. Understand me: I ain′t tryin′ to tell you war ain′t the lick, but in the streets, you need your heat, or get your wig split. Strategize, mental mind, and timin′ it perfect on the attack. Throw distraction in the front, come with the dumpin′ from the back. Yeah! War, war, war, war, war . . . What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin′, nothin′, nothin . . . One, two, three, four . . . Ride, ride, ride, ride. We′re ready to pull out and ride, ride, ride, ride . . . Ready . . . You′re dead. Flesh: I′m comin′ to test you (censored) fate. See how many of y′all are prepared for Armageddon, should it be Judgement Day, still it′s a big mistake. How many have been face to face with death before? Tell me, how does it feel? Real nervous? ′Cause everybody′s ready to kill if it′s my will. Safe outta my battle. Quit lookin′ or I might have to smoke you when I roast you with this beam. Focus you through my scope, mo murdered. Mighty, mighty warriors, some of the mighty, mighty trues still on the rise. If you wanna test, you die. Then, I might make the news. We stompin′ in steel-toed boots and suited up in fatigues, killin′ a few (censored), army throw up the white flag and retreat. So many soldiers, so many stories of war. But what is it good for? Nobody knows, and what if the world is over in two triple zero? War, war, war, war, war . . . What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin′, nothin′, nothin . . . Wish: If thangs don′t change, I think we all gon′ die. Who′s to say they wrong or right? You pushin′ the button, not I, but we die, that′s why I′m gatherin′ up my soldiers [soldiers]. Mo Thug, mine are prepared for war, because it′s over [over]. Red light, red light, red light, ride or die. It′s gon′ be casualties. So be ready to ride. And say it again: there′s gon′ be casualties, so be ready to ride. And I got your back [back, back, back] if it goes like that [that, that, that]. Mo Thug ready to ride, if it goes like that, and we all get papped, papped, papped. Yeah, yeah. War, war, war, war, war . What is it good for? Absolutely nothin, nothin′, nothin′, nothin |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
I'm sending a message to warn you imposters All hating in my business When I see you I'm a drop you Get slugged and get drugged My niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge Got you when I spot you I should pop you Even the boss was telling me not to But I won't stop until they get shot When they get out the hospital They gonna get shot, too The fast one bringing that AK Better walk, then we even When I leave and flees to Cleveland Now, murder 'em and rest in peace So goodbye. We're shutting it down And now we're prowling niggas from alleys Cloning our sound, we found your town Now is you ready for the war? Cry loud and go Many if all niggas 'll fall off in they sleep And even oppose and order them hoes Gonna flee with me? Bitch, fuck with me then see that My little aliens, yeah We come to your city. Can they really Put it on down with the pistol? Can you feel me, feel me? Verse 2: Layzie Bone They beat biters, dope-style takers When I see you face-to-face My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater You niggas ain't Bone, you clone You wrong. What the fuck? You niggas ain't thinking What's the consequence? Now I'm 'bout to get Real deadly. Ready for the war When we just start bombing shit Trying to cop my click? Hell no! Real raw. Y'all niggas thought this was a game? Now it's time to make you feel the pain Wanna test my everyday thang? I aim straight for your temple It's really that simple when I seen it splatter Had I even killed one of you clones Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter Scattered. Run for the border Your career is getting shorter Nigga, better hide 'cause I already warned ya Mo Thug Records taking over I told ya. Soldier man your post Better cover your coast and lock all entries If one of my sounds is off in your town Then it's going down by the means infantry Instantly finna be World War 3 If you fucking with my family jewels. You fools! You niggas break golden rules Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Them niggas going platinum every time I'm ready to ride. You ready to ride? It's do or die. Then, nigga, I die I jump in my Five Double-O If you got it, better flaunt it I'm a drop the top, and lock the locks And cock the Glock; it'll make you want it Come get it. And while you're rapping On your song, just remember no pretenders Bitch, you hoes ain't Bone! Chorus: Krayzie Bone I hope you realize that you ain't Bone You ain't Bone Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone? Nigga, you ain't Bone Ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Come on now ring the alarm (Ring the alarm) To let 'em know that we're charging Clones pay Verse 3: Bizzy Bone Straight from the corner and I'm a thug All my diamonds I bet you wanted to stop my shining Didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign. See? Blinded Run but they finding Me in my Double-big-Five-O And critical with a pistol With pistols. Feel that the verbal 'll Serve you. Heard my words Are satanic and wishful Then see you all get pissed off My generals need no horse We need AR-15s, twenty Glocks With beams, and TNT Nigga roll with me Burial. Fuck the world! When I deal, hope I repented 'Cause if the world I resented It just might catch me up in heaven But I'm a work this earth til it hurts Gotta done make the worse All the way through trial I'm back in the court for some dirt Get 'em off soil. They wait for alarm I curse that silly ass bitch said I stoled a purse And at them bullshit awards. But they told me I stole beneath of my shirt. And it makes me sick Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands Fuck with it. Put it on your Grammy Even my mammy's scared to tell. And Deep in my mind, devil seeped in. Scary Stay wary and carry on. Promise to burn me Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone Verse 4: Layzie Bone These niggas wanna erase me 'Cause they can't face me Crash collide with the niggas that hate me Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety Make me reach for my pistol and pop it Niggas gonna pay on the day that I spot him Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe. Indeed I grieve for the war. What's next? It's all about respect, bitch nigga I'ma get that shit if I don't get nothing else To the end I'm steady flipping Fucking the world til they give Bone props Nigga, you got knocked on blocks With rocks, beat down by the cops And it still don't stop. Glock Glock I'm grinding, steadily climbing To the top of the charts. Where you wanna be? Off in my prime it's all about timing As I look at my shit make history No mystery. Mistook and, nigga That eight-time platinum real How do you feel to the thugs appeal? Make nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal Should'a kept it real and quit fronting. Nigga Go round-for-round with the best Nigga, step up and meet your death Fucking with Kray, Little Lay, Biz, Wish, and Flesh Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest and it's on Nigga, realize, or you die. You bitch ass niggas ain't Bone Chorus 2x |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up (1994)
We're not against rap. We're not against rappers.
But we are against those thugs [thugs, thugs, thugs]. Shatasha: Oh, it's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. Layzie: You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel, just be thuggin', straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples 'cause we so real. Chill, better bring your weapon, when steppin', bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip, not to mention, never knew no competition. But I gotta get mine, so scream out, "Mo!" and let me hear ya holler, not about that mighty dollar, ro1l with the Bone, mo' thugs will follow. Chain gang remainin' the same, flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew, thinkin' about that hangin', clockin' my bank, and thuggin' trues, fools. Shatasha: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. Wish: Get ready for the Bone and the Mo Thug, bustas, you know me as a hustla. T ry to creep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under. Strate Jacket's gotta make that money, man. It's still the same, now, bailin' in my black, trench vest. You gotta be down to bang bang. Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers, how thugstas must stack. Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack, (?) on our way back. Shatasha: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. Krayzie: Now follow me, now, roll, stroll, off deep in the Land. Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain, (Rose), loc'in', steady chokin' off that potent smoke and runnin' from the po-po, now. Gotta get 'em up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock. Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas. Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot, love P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk. Olde English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk. They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone--you don't wanna get shut down. Thug runnin' the nine-quat, and you better believe they be wantin' this thug style, so what now? See the Bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up. Sit back and just smoke to the same cut, Leather Face on the creep, and I came up. Shatasha: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. Bizzy: Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow. The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest, and, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest, and gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge, mud, drug me victim. The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me, keepin' it simple, the Bone in me runnin' with thugs so, to the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's. St. Clair P's, to appeal to the G's, and a buck to all my enemies. Shatasha: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone. We've got Layzie and'a Krayzie. Bizzy's in the house. Wish is in the house, and Flesh, and Shatasha. Cleveland's definitely in the house. It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - The Collection No.1 (1999)
[Intro]
We′re not against rap We′re not against rappers But we are against those thugs (thugs, thugs, thugs) [Shatasha Williams] It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Layzie Bone] Your feelin′ the strength of the rump Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoples cause we so real Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppin Bring on that ammunition, trippin′ on sip Not to mention, never knew no competition But I gotta get mine, so scream out ″Mo!″ and let me hear ya holler Not about that mighty dollar Roll with the bone, mo′ thugs will follow Chain gang, remaining the same Flamin′ my dank and drinkin brew Thinkin′ about hangin′, clockin my bank, and thuggin′ with trues, fools [Shatasha Williams] It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Wish Bone] Get ready for the bone and the Mo Thug, bustas You know me as a hustla Try to creep and get beat, maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under Straight jackets, gotta make that money, man It′s still the same now, bailin in my black trench vest You gotta be down to bang bang Come and get this teachin, ya soldiers how thugstas must stack Me drinkin me brew till me skull crack Red blue all the way back [Shatasha Williams] It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Krayzie Bone] Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa) Loc′in, steady chokin′ off that potent smoke and runnin from the po-po, now Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas Puff, puff to the brain shot Love P.O.D.′ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk Old English, really don′t need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk They pump bone, so leave ′em alone You don′t wanna get shut down Thug runnin the nine-quad, and you better believe they be wantin′ this thug style So what now? see the bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up Sit back and just smoke the same cut, Leatherface on the creep and I came up [Shatasha Williams] It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4] [Bizzy Bone] Gotta give it on up to the glock glock Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta the ziplock So sin, sip gin, and lil′ mo heart run up, nut up And flipped in, then slipped in, the clip in, mistakin′ the bloody victims Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put em to rest And, but I won′t test bucks, put a hole up into me vest And gotta get through my soul, but they won′t budge, mud, drug me victim The blood in me runnin′ my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me Keepin′ it simple, the bone in me runnin with thugs so To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T′s St. Claire P′s to appeal to the G′s And a buck to all my enemies [Shatasha Williams] It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5] We got Layzie and We got Krayzie Bizzy′s in the house Wish is in the house And Flesh And Tasha Cleveland′s definiteley in the house It′s the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x6] |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - Thug Stories (2006)
[Hook - Krayzie Bone]
Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! [Krayzie Bone] I knew this nigga that used to be large on the boulevard This nigga was ballin y'all, big house driveway full of cars This nigga would pull up in brand new Caddies, packed-up full of broads Bossin, flossin, all his ghetto superstar Until some young niggaz decided they was gon pull his card And one night when he came home, they was in the bushes in his yard As soon as he pulled up, they jumped out the bushes And let out off they ammunation, but they didn't hit him, they missed him (oh shit, hot damn!) So homie ducked and rose backed up buckin off his shit And hit one of them niggaz back off in the skillet, left him with his wig-split And one of the niggaz, he dropped his GUN and started to RUN As soon as he took one step, the nigga was DONE, DONE, he was DONE! He took a shot to the abdomen, and as he blasted the last one He'll survive it, but they wont be alive to tell that - thug story Livin in the city is really, no nuts, no glory, no nuts, no glory, glory glory... [Hook - Krayzie Bone] Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! [Layzie Bone] We come with the ones, we come with the guns, we come with the heat that go bang! Backin them brains, deep in the hood, it still is an everyday thang, shit! Just last week, a nigga was comin from work, to feed his kids Got caught in the crossfire, we couldn't take the shit he did Always the innocent feelin the losses in the ghetto And if you're from here, you probably is a rebel! That been through some shit, seen some shit you couldn't bear Only a few make it out, niggaz dead or in jail I figured that I would just give you my story! Forever I'm thuggin, it's the only thang for me! Been shot, stabbed, kicked, punched, every night, gettin drunk Prove I'm not a punk, sellin my llell on the first of the month Smokin sherm, sticks and blunts, known for layin niggaz down Anything you want, I'll get it, I'ma claim the whole town I'm a nigga, you'sa nigga, she's a nigga, we some niggaz Wouldn't you like to be a nigga too? We got some, we got some [Hook - Krayzie Bone] Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! [Wish Bone] I gotta story for your ass... I remember hustlin down on the corner, that's what thugstas do! Then it got too hectic, wanted my money got all my own crew! Why work so hard, let these other niggaz stack mine up and snatch shit? Everything was good at the few licks, but niggaz got greedy, aw shit! Recruited the law, that's when, thangs went downhill All she had to do was swipe his keys, dump 'em and put 'em right back there But I guess he seen her, cause we got that heat He was waiting right there, there, waitin right there! Shots went out, everybody runs except baby-girl I, turn around to see your boy get one in baby girl And we cant leave her, not like that, not like that! But damn, I think she gone! Here come the po-pos and we scrap, scrap! So we made our getaway, and had to lay low, law low! But it ain't over, till one of us sees that crossroads! But damn, carmern comes right back, comes right back Same old niggaz shot dead over six eight and craps, damn! [Hook - Krayzie Bone] Thug Stories, you wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! You wanna hear some thug stories? We got some real thug stories! |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - Thug Stories (2006)
(Krayzie:)
You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice (Layzie:) Nigga stop, hold on, before you jump and just listen Take a second to stradle the fence Let me tell you about what you been missing Ain't a damn thang, when (or why?) you thinking the grass is greener Like a nigga just lost his first love, singing "have you seen her? " Tossin high beams, chasing pipe dreams, looking for shit that really ain't there I mean (? ) is what you make it my nigga you betta just stay on your sqaure Down here, militant theives, pimps and pussies is on the prowl If they find you out of your element, they'll pick you out of the crowd Thang to do is face the music, take a stand for yo postition Nigga get up, better stand up, man up in yo position Never had no mercy for them niggas that's not applying they self And shit ain't perfect so you got to make it work for yourself You catch them coward niggas running ducking looking for help But the realist niggas in the game play the cards they was dealt Me myself I got some issues I ain't dealing with yours Everybody got they own drama, rich or they poor (Krayzie:) You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice (Krayzie:) Nigga they gave me the 25 with the L, I'm in my jail cell It feel like a movie I'm getting so woozy from this hell smell Bailed and breathed in hells air My first day here I had to get down with a nigga that thought I was some kinda faggot I had to show him no hoes stay here Now to be dieing is my main fear Why did I have to kill that man? I shouldve never let my anger give Now my state of awareness keeps me wishing I was thinkin Should have reason I didn't really mean to stop the boy from breathin I was awake last night, real late last night Cause I heard some nigga screamin gettin reaped last night I did the crime, but I wad'nt thinkin about me doing the time These 6 by 9s, is about to make me lose my mind Trapped in these closed walls Ain't had no conversation with my family on the outside cause they won't except my phone calls After a couple of years of sheddin tears, my heart is stone hard, believe I'm ready for war and on gaurd (Krayzie:) You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice (Wish:) I've been shot, grew up without my pops In the hood round block seen niggas shot Got rid of them thangs, tryin to chase them nots Cause I had to have it, little niggas that's lookin for where my stash at Watchin my back, puttin up ready for niggas that wanna check that And I can't keep it kind, if you puttin in work and your dreams is just like mine Wake up in cold sweats, regrets about what I thought was lies I can see me not doing that, but I did it, we live it, the hood shows you no slack (no slack) And believe it, there is no (no) no coming back Make money think your on that Just ridin through the hood, you might have to push your way back Get the money man, the buddah fuck ye up, they say they get home man But damn I gotta watch my people You be high, cause one us lady (lady), not just him, but damn everybody he ran with They all be getting money man (money man) Right here, damn see how life is (Krayzie:) You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice You don't want to live this life (no this life) it's not nice |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
David's Daughters
I am waiting for, the righteous one Enlighten us, the righteous one I am waiting for, the righteous one Enlighten us, the righteous one Are you waiting, for the righteous one With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us Layzie Bone Mama said it's a cruel world, and I still can't believe, some of them things that I've seen with my own eyes Weak niggas frontin' like the strong guys, fuckin' with them Bone guys, nigga you die you die I'm that sneaky little nigga still off the hook, off the chain and a motherfuckin' wire You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire, throwin' up blood till the world expire Nigga's lost and it turned out, ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go Nigga save your soul, cause we all gotta struggle or strive and that's called survival it's vital Nigga better know what to die for, livin' in the battlefield it's all about respect and honor Niggas be strapped with the gats and armor, ready for whatever nigga fuck the drama Bitch what, we can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel, is he real is he real Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill, drive a brand new Benz and no bills Fuckin' right it will that's why I stay heated, 'cause I got to let 'em know a nigga's needed Nigga fuckin' with me while I'm weeded, comin' with the beef then nigga you eat it, eat it, eat it I am waiting for, the righteous one Enlighten us, the righteous one Are you waiting, for the righteous one With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us Bizzy Bone And you're feeling so thuggish outta Columbus, seen my mama, hey remember me baby I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies, and lately got him running from Lady Death Still I'm shady, okay they say he schizophrenic and crazy Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead! T-Rock done got shot got a glock for the nigga ar-tillery shop Drop when the nigga pop and the party dont stop till they call the cops! Somebody get with the Bacardi, got to get to the block You know it's me and my niggas, all the guerrillas, killas Still I'm puttin' the gun off the lock Stay in rhythm with my eye on the clock and tick-tock! I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one Flesh-n-Bone We got Mack-11's AK-47's Yellin mo murda with the beam got lots of felons Bloody bodies smellin Caught up in a 180 ah got grenades and cannons involved When I'm barkin just fuck with the 5th Dawg Nigga we got a missle to haul off the shotty guns And a barreled sawed-off And all the body bags come with the white chalk Nigga while you on a mission my nigga better protect the chest A super nigga bullet-proof vest nigga take it from me Flesh You don't wanna be sorry yet again We don't need another nigga-less army So investing me with artillery quality satisfactory guaranteed I ain't no con I'm a nigga that's waiting for some shit like Nam To pop off in my country! Bizzy Bone When Kennedy was shot on the drive, the roof went on fire Hide all, you little children in a dire When I spark in the dark with a lighter Light up and don't die in silence Somebody was sitting on the backs of the lions Somebody was drinking from the back of the lamb Somebody was spittin' ammunition in the radio-even in Zion (Zion) Millennium and also through the city when they hated Don't be bucking on my Bone When someone's home and never play to me And pray to me, can't play with me So label me a runaway slave And "Cest la vie"! Murda Mo criminal's insane Isn't worried about the aliens Move faster and then ask 'em about the state of men and help the matter Brace yourself, I can't tell if I'm in peril I ain't well, fucking up some, soaking up some How will he run from jail? When the jail's within himself The righteous one! I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one With the faith of titans with your beauty enlighten us |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
David's Daughters
I am waiting for, the righteous one Enlighten us, the righteous one I am waiting for, the righteous one Enlighten us, the righteous one Are you waiting, for the righteous one With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us Layzie Bone Mama said it's a cruel world, and I still can't believe, some of them things that I've seen with my own eyes Weak niggas frontin' like the strong guys, fuckin' with them Bone guys, nigga you die you die I'm that sneaky little nigga still off the hook, off the chain and a motherfuckin' wire You can label me a hitman that's out here for hire, throwin' up blood till the world expire Nigga's lost and it turned out, ain't got no direction and don't know which way to go Nigga save your soul, cause we all gotta struggle or strive and that's called survival it's vital Nigga better know what to die for, livin' in the battlefield it's all about respect and honor Niggas be strapped with the gats and armor, ready for whatever nigga fuck the drama Bitch what, we can make a mil take a mil tell me how that paper feel, is he real is he real Would it make a nigga kill for the house on the hill, drive a brand new Benz and no bills Fuckin' right it will that's why I stay heated, 'cause I got to let 'em know a nigga's needed Nigga fuckin' with me while I'm weeded, comin' with the beef then nigga you eat it, eat it, eat it I am waiting for, the righteous one Enlighten us, the righteous one Are you waiting, for the righteous one With the faith of titans, with your beauty enlighten us Bizzy Bone And you're feeling so thuggish outta Columbus, seen my mama, hey remember me baby I bought a Mercedes, a crib for my babies, and lately got him running from Lady Death Still I'm shady, okay they say he schizophrenic and crazy Back in the 80's tryna get up out the foster homes in dreams a teen And now my mama lets me down She wouldnt pick up the phone I'll make it all on my own But that's a whole other song and y'all don't leave it alone! I save then baby, c'mon! Murderous, somebody noticed when I strike through the killing fields, dead! T-Rock done got shot got a glock for the nigga ar-tillery shop Drop when the nigga pop and the party dont stop till they call the cops! Somebody get with the Bacardi, got to get to the block You know it's me and my niggas, all the guerrillas, killas Still I'm puttin' the gun off the lock Stay in rhythm with my eye on the clock and tick-tock! I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one Flesh-n-Bone We got Mack-11's AK-47's Yellin mo murda with the beam got lots of felons Bloody bodies smellin Caught up in a 180 ah got grenades and cannons involved When I'm barkin just fuck with the 5th Dawg Nigga we got a missle to haul off the shotty guns And a barreled sawed-off And all the body bags come with the white chalk Nigga while you on a mission my nigga better protect the chest A super nigga bullet-proof vest nigga take it from me Flesh You don't wanna be sorry yet again We don't need another nigga-less army So investing me with artillery quality satisfactory guaranteed I ain't no con I'm a nigga that's waiting for some shit like Nam To pop off in my country! Bizzy Bone When Kennedy was shot on the drive, the roof went on fire Hide all, you little children in a dire When I spark in the dark with a lighter Light up and don't die in silence Somebody was sitting on the backs of the lions Somebody was drinking from the back of the lamb Somebody was spittin' ammunition in the radio-even in Zion (Zion) Millennium and also through the city when they hated Don't be bucking on my Bone When someone's home and never play to me And pray to me, can't play with me So label me a runaway slave And "Cest la vie"! Murda Mo criminal's insane Isn't worried about the aliens Move faster and then ask 'em about the state of men and help the matter Brace yourself, I can't tell if I'm in peril I ain't well, fucking up some, soaking up some How will he run from jail? When the jail's within himself The righteous one! I am waiting for the righteous one Enlighten us the righteous one I am waiting for the righteous one With the faith of titans with your beauty enlighten us |
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from Pineapple Express (2008)
Bone (9x)
Now tell me whatcha gonna do when there ain't no where to run When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you Tell me whatcha gonna do when there ain't no where to hide When judgment comes for you 'coz it's gonna come for you Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay When playing with destiny, play too deep for me to say Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me God bless you, working on a plan to heaven Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise Even though the devil's all up in my face But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace For the case to race with a chance to face the judge And I guess my soul won't budge Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs Oh, what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll Can I get a witness? Let it unfold We living our lives to eternal our soul Hey, and we pray and we pray and we pray and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday And we pray and we pray and we pray and we pray Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll Whether is tell of his heaven Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo It's steadily creeping up on the family Exactly how many days we got lasting While you laughing we're passing, passing away So y'all go rest y'all souls 'Coz I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroad Y'all know y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs, baby Now Eazy's long gone Really wish he would come home But when it's time to die Gotta go bye-bye All a thug could do is cry, cry Why they kill my dog and man I miss my uncle Charles y'all And he shoudn't be gone, in front of his home What they did to Boo was wrong Oh so wrong, oh so wrong Gotta hold on, gotta stay strong When the day comes Better believe bone got a shoulder you can lean on Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Everday, everyday, everyday, everyday Chorus See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely (4x) And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone (3x) Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven That's how we roll (3x) And I'm asking the good Lord "why?" and sigh It's I he told me we live to die What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinning And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends Wanna come again, again and again Now tell me whatcha gonna do Can somebody anybody tell me why? Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die? I don't wanna die Oh so wrong, oh wrong |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
Bone Bone Bone Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do when there ain't no where to run (tell me what) (When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you) And whatcha gonna do when there ain't no where to hide (tell me what) When judgment comes for you (Cause it's gonna come for you) Bizzy Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie Little Boo, but God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody I only rolled and blows my gauge looked at him while he lay When playing with destiny, plays too deep for people to say Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then please Bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me Layzie God bless you working on a plan to Heaven Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise Even though the devil's all up in my face But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace For the case to race with a chance to face the judge And I betcha my soul won't budge Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs Oh what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll Can I get a witness let it unfold We livin our lives till eternal our soul aye-oh-aye-oh Krayzie Pray, and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll Whether is tell of his Heaven Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo It's steadily creeping up on the family Exactly how many days we got lasting While you laughing we're passing, passing away So y'all go rest y'all souls Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads Y'all know y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby Wi$h Lil Eazy's long gone Really wish he would come home But when it's time to die Gotta go bye bye All a lil thug could do is cry, cry Why they kill my dog and man I miss my uncle Charles y'all and he shouldn't be gone, in front of his home What they did to Boo was wrong Oh so wrong, oh so wrong Gotta hold on gotta stay strong When the day comes Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on (lean on) Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday Layzie & Krayzie See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads Bizzy And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody And I'm gonna miss everybody Layzie Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven That's how we roll Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven That's how we roll Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven That's how we roll And I'm asking the good Lord "Why?" and sigh It's I he told me we live to die Krayzie What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinning And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends Wanna come again, again and again Now tell me whatcha gonna do Wi$h Can somebody anybody tell me why? Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die? I don't wanna die Ohhh so wrong Ohhhhh wrong Ohhh so wrong Ohhhhh wrong Layzie & Krayzie See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads So you won't be lonely See you at the crossroads, crossroads |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Thug World Order (2002)
wit more black men in da world, we aint neva gunna die we multiply, straight up straight up (cheers) (announcer) what you are about to witness is tha rising of a thug nation and a beginning of a thug world order (dark voice) ha ha ha ha ha ha ha whats up punk bitches bone thugs n harmony deck up in dat ass wit shot gun blasts ha ha ha ha ha ha and ya'll mutha fuckas thought it was ova...bitch (Bone) see now come see da bone bone x41 bone bone bone x 8 (lead into the next song) who be da niggas thats keepin the thuggish ruggish from da public and if you dont like it then we tell em fuck it nigga suck a dick so nigga whaaat.. |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty [Explicit Version] (2007)
(Verse One - Layzie Bone:)
Now I sound so raw, cos im down by law, tryna play me cos im rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you f**kin with a boss, cross pass with me, im in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, im ready for em, niggas they know im ready for them, im the hardest ima deadly poet so im heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga wit yo lookin ass, meet me in the club all my niggas get to whoopin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cos we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you cant f**k wit' me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), cos' im a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', im thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', im thuggin'. (Chorus - Will.I.Am:) you looking, for me, ill be, rollin', you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, if you looking, for me, ill be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. (Verse Two - The Game:) Its the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, wit homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any clique or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, ima tickin time bomb that'll finish the job, lyrical damage, a one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when im ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage aint got shit on a nigga wit a f**kin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can calm me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, i never back down, never back down, never back down, now that the bone thugs back. (Chorus - Will.I.Am:) If you lookin, for me, ill be, rollin, you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, if you lookin, for me, ill be, rolliin! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. (Verse Three - Krazie Bone:) Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cos' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', ima' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fashion show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I dont respect these niggas, i'm a real mother f**king T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I aint feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, i got history, lyrically you cant see me, physically ill bring your misery, seriously, you niggas aint been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but its all good, cos we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get raw dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother f**kin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but ima' shut em down, ima' shut em down, ima' shut em down, bone niggas known not to f**k around! (Chorus - Will.I.Am:) If you lookin, for me, ill be, rollin', you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, If you lookin, for me, ill be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. If you lookin!.. (Verse Four - Wish Bone:) I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know im in the streets, I aint hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga im in the streets, this aint my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, im the street for real, and i love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but its all good, wit' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like thats all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch yo mouth! (Chorus - Will.I.Am:) If you looking, for me, i'll be, rollin', you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. If you lookin!... |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty (2007)
(Verse One - Layzie Bone:)
Now I sound so raw, cos im down by law, tryna play me cos im rapping I will break yo jaw, catch a nigga in these streets make you take clothes off, leave you dead butt naked, man you f**kin with a boss, cross pass with me, im in the hood all them watts in the bronx where they cater all around the devil block, trouble not, im ready for em, niggas they know im ready for them, im the hardest ima deadly poet so im heated heavy for it, why you lookin for me nigga wit yo lookin ass, meet me in the club all my niggas get to whoopin ass, then a nigga sue me, sue me nigga pos'ed to be thug, nigga pos'ed to be street, pull your skirt down nigga cos we smellin' yo pussy, the whole bottom line is you cant f**k wit' me, Will.I.Am the ghetto!, Will.I.Am the ghetto! (streets!), cos' im a thug by nature, thug by nature, gotta keep thuggin', im thuggin', gotta keep thuggin', im thuggin'. (Chorus - Will.I.Am:) you looking, for me, ill be, rollin', you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, if you looking, for me, ill be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. (Verse Two - The Game:) Its the black rag assassin, fourty fo' mag blast, and black ski mask throwing shots out a dodge magnum, gangbang forever put the barrel on the head of the devil, wit homicidal intentions I reign terror, on any clique or squad you niggas bitch you fraud, ima tickin time bomb that'll finish the job, lyrical damage, a one, two punch, crush you amateurs, box and watch me execute like (cockins?), my flow piping hot scorchin, proceed with caution murder any mc, ya soul is lost, when im ridin with them bone thugs, black glocks and chrome slugs, parked on the block with the nose up, get ready for the face off, Nicholas Cage aint got shit on a nigga wit a f**kin grenade, one man army, only two things in the world can calm me, west pussy and that bomb ass chronic, i never back down, never back down, never back down, now that the bone thugs back. (Chorus - Will.I.Am:) If you lookin, for me, ill be, rollin, you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, if you lookin, for me, ill be, rolliin! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. (Verse Three - Krazie Bone:) Now we them niggas in them black dickies and steel toe boots, stomp on that nigga that got a pistol but he still gon' shoot, cos' he a hoe, like halfa' these niggas is rappin', ima' let you know, these niggas is actin' and puttin' on a fashion show, we done checked these niggas, met these niggas man I dont respect these niggas, i'm a real mother f**king T-H-U-G, original hate to be a critic, but yo shit I aint feelin, no, you niggas is elementary, i got history, lyrically you cant see me, physically ill bring your misery, seriously, you niggas aint been hearing me, but listen to these other niggas hits, you hear my twist they blew my shit, but its all good, cos we keep it all hood, and when we see niggas get raw dog like a hog should, just lemme put the mother f**kin' money on the wood, bitch niggas would be gone if they could, but ima' shut em down, ima' shut em down, ima' shut em down, bone niggas known not to f**k around! (Chorus - Will.I.Am:) If you lookin, for me, ill be, rollin', you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, If you lookin, for me, ill be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. If you lookin!.. (Verse Four - Wish Bone:) I got my hand on my balls, grippin in the raws, hood star, shit could be my boulevard, you know im in the streets, I aint hard to reach, on some cool shit and some beef shit nigga im in the streets, this aint my only occupation hittin' avenues, chasin paper allways, and I know how to get it, and pissy hallways, in the raw way, you can get it how you live, nigga step the wrong way, I let it bang b-bang bang, im the street for real, and i love it but you know how the gameplay got me ready to kill, somebody, but its all good, wit' these shows at my steets nigga all good, gotta be stackin my paper like thats all I know, these niggas is playin, I gotta get it like lock and load, winter through summer, summer back through to winter, we hustlin dawg, hustlin, hustlin, hustlin, give it all you got, give it all you got, hustlin, niggas is talkin bout weed now watch yo mouth! (Chorus - Will.I.Am:) If you looking, for me, i'll be, rollin', you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets, If you looking, for me, i'll be, rolliin'! you can find me in the streets, you, you can find me in the streets. If you lookin!... |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - Thug Stories (2006)
(Hook - Krayzie Bone)
Mr. Law Protector, me don't respect ya Ya took to many innocent lives (still no surrender!) It's all too familiar, license to kill ya Seems we beat the rep every time (still no pretender!) (Layzie Bone) Crooked officer... (f**k the police!) You wanna come get me, but I'ma keep runnin cause prison ain't for me ...You know me no surrender! I can break you off, fo sho... You better off dead, cause me in a cell will never prevail ...You know me no pretender! Me runnin and duckin, evadin the law, since I can remember Tryna get paid, sellin my llell, from january to december In a gizzard, through the blizzard, on a porch when, it's scorchin Only f**k with, familiar, when I'm stackin, my fortune (Hook - Krayzie Bone) (Wish Bone) So don't trust the police Down here, get KILLED f**kin with the police No love, no trust, no respect for us And we will not surrender to the police Nah, they do us RAW... Pull us over, jealous of CARS... Lyin witness, they'll shoot niggaz up, leavin families SCARRED Nigga F**K THE POLICE, they get, BEHIND ME Then F**K THE POLICE, I got, WHAT THEY NEED I'm legal! Don't give 'em that reason just to f**k with you! They hate when they can't touch you! And never ever give info to em! (Hook - Krayzie Bone) (Krayzie Bone) We got some issues with the PO-PO! They keep on killin us, why aint nobody seein this? I dont know! Even niggaz are the victim of the street The BLACK COP! BLACK COP, BLACK COP, BLACK COP! Just like every other day the po-po kill a man UNJUSTICE, but trust me, don't nobody give a damn So whatcha gonna do when they try to do you? Would you pop-pop-pop-pop, pop, or let them shoot you? (Hook - Krayzie Bone) |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - Thug Stories (2006)
Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub;
Get behind us, behold the Yahweh, Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; Get behind us, behold the Yahweh, Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh I'm tryin'to resist all this temptation that I've been facing lately Constantly praying that I can make it and keep on shakin' Satan It's drivin' me crazy 'cause he makin' the plate look oh so tasty Then again, I'm knowin' that it's only Yahweh that can save me Livin'in this world today It's really gettin harder to stay awakened But I'm not tryin' to get caught too drowsy 'cause I know we're waitin Just contemplatin' on my situation, hopin' that my desperation eventually breaks my concentration But I'm waitin' cause I'm aware that it's a snake in the grass Can't wait for God to free us" we can scream it at last Now oh my God, God, God! God of my God, God, God (Now, oh my God, God, God...) Steady all day Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; Get behind us, behold the Yahweh, Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; Get behind us, behold the Yahweh, Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh As long as the Lord got my back, I won't be afraid of the evils around me when they surround me I drop to my knees and I pray to the Lord proudly Probably, these trials and tribulations in front of my face is a test so I be standin' firm in my faith Stand not in my way, stand not in my way 'cause I'm a soldier ready for Armageddon, prepared for my day Make no mistake-stake-stake stake; These bells above, they never break-break-break You hear the alarm; We're headed for ruin This world is so wicked; Controlled by the superpowers, the Federal Government They' wagin' these wars for this oil, actin' like they love it We rise above it 'cause they can't deny the truth And the truth is to the youth; Better strap on your boots Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; Get behind us, behold the Yahweh, Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; Get behind us, behold the Yahweh, Stand not in our way, stand not in our way, Beelzebub; get behind us behold the yahweh Everyday's a replay; We always facin' evil people Some have them wicked ways, some donate they lives just to make us not equal And oh, my Lord I want to make it welcome in your home, but I must demand forgiveness 'cause I done did so wrong I gotta make a stand in my way, whatever I gotta do, I'll do it; Lord, just show me the way So I pray, yes for me, and all my peeps in here that don't believe It's hard to seein' what we see, but you got to Just let it begin and you will feel that faith inside you Never alone, always right beside you Every time something goes wrong, who's the person you call to? Huh, huh? Huh, huh? |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty [Explicit Version] (2007)
(Yeah) Yeah...Bone Thugs...
(You know a nigga been all over the world man) Australia, China, Africa...England (you know it's the same shit everywhere I go, you know) (Bone Thugs N Harmony (Krayzie Bone):) Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) Struggle in the game (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar), they left the hood for change (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) The left some time in vain (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) Gotta wise, the shit that lame (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) (Krayzie Bone:) I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast) 'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous) Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps fast Destroyin' the system, make some money to survive the streets but you deep inside this ain't how you tryna be But it's all to think when you're strugglin' and can't sleep 'cause ya hungry and can't eat, 'cause livin just aint free..but shet Pappa been laid off...mamma been laid off Everywhere I here the same old song... (Chorus) (Layzie Bone:) To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons By any means, by any cost I'm out here reppin' Cleveland They got be bobbin, weavin' nigga give me the reason To let 'em flies...do or die, niggas no longer breathin' Known as a (?), before Layzie Bone it was Steven And I'm just tryna break even, leavin' you leakers steadley creepin' Shit get deep when daddy gone (daddy gone) and momma can't do it on her on (her on) Lights off, gas gone mumma, daddy comin' home? I guess not, sell rocks, rappin' with my niggas Bone (wassup Wish! yeah...we all we got!) and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (wassup Kray! yeah, we all we got...nigga!) and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone.. (Chorus) (Wish Bone:) So you ever been to the Chi? me too, you ever been shot? me too Sold rocks, all nighters on blocks catch cases...shit me too That's the story no one ridin', nobody can tell it for me Mumma workin' double shift...daddy who? daddy who? And when he do it's always later, never came he done broke that boys heart, man again, damn again Don't wonder why it's like that in the ghetto Grew up, outta luck Don't give a fuck about life so we let 'em go I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow Give me money and I can keep my temper low Everbody knows love, clubs, cars and hoes priorities fucked up, but we already know! (Chorus) |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty (2007)
(Layzie Bone (Krayzie)
(Yeah) Yeah...Bone Thugs... (You know a nigga been all over the world man) Australia, China, Africa...England (you know it's the same shit everywhere I go, you know) (Bone Thugs N Harmony (Krayzie Bone) Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) Struggle in the game (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar), they left the hood for change (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) Why does everybodys story seem to sound the same? (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) The left some time in vain (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) Gotta wise, the shit that lame (It all seems so fimiliar, fimiliar) (Krayzie Bone) I can remember that little nigga when he was just a young lad Nobody thought he make it up outta the hood, before the gun blast (gun blast) 'Cause Johnny wanted to be a thug runnin' from cops out on the block, the boy was hot and didn't give a fuck (scandolous) Runnin' up in the black mask, niggas if you got cash, drop it off in that bag and make craps fast Destroyin' the system, make some money to survive the streets but you deep inside this ain't how you tryna be But it's all to think when you're strugglin' and can't sleep 'cause ya hungry and can't eat, 'cause livin just aint free..but shet Pappa been laid off...mamma been laid off Everywhere I here the same old song... (Chorus) (Layzie Bone) To probably take a loss, I'm tryna fight these demons By any means, by any cost I'm out here reppin' Cleveland They got be bobbin, weavin' nigga give me the reason To let 'em flies...do or die, niggas no longer breathin' Known as a (?), before Layzie Bone it was Steven And I'm just tryna break even, leavin' you leakers steadley creepin' Shit get deep when daddy gone (daddy gone) and momma can't do it on her on (her on) Lights off, gas gone mumma, daddy comin' home? I guess not, sell rocks, rappin' with my niggas Bone (wassup Wish! yeah...we all we got!) and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone (wassup Kray! yeah, we all we got...nigga!) and that's Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone.. (Chorus) (Wish Bone) So you ever been to the Chi? me too, you ever been shot? me too Sold rocks, all nighters on blocks catch cases...shit me too That's the story no one ridin', nobody can tell it for me Mumma workin' double shift...daddy who? daddy who? And when he do it's always later, never came he done broke that boys heart, man again, damn again Don't wonder why it's like that in the ghetto Grew up, outta luck Don't give a fuck about life so we let 'em go I know my heart is cold, you know how them ghetto children grow Give me money and I can keep my temper low Everbody knows love, clubs, cars and hoes priorities fucked up, but we already know! (Chorus) |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
Souljahs Marchin'
The souljahs marching on prepared for war Verse 1: Layzie Bone The cycle continues look what I've been through Chapter 5 from the Book of Thugs Nineteen Ninety Nine two thousand New millenium marching forward All aboard seek and destroy Any nigga that throw a decoy We them niggas you can't avoid Boy boy don't fuck around and get me paranoid I'm on a mission impossible, off da rip when he get hostile If you gots ta know I got lots of dough So the murda mo ain't no optional Unstoppable relentless rolling in Benzes Hear it repeat weeded indeed nigga believe it Proceed wid the lead and completed it's on Feel my bombs motherfucker, undisputed round for round Putting it down, town ta town tearing da roof of this mother-fucker When I'm in your city get wit me fuck wit your nigga When I'm in Maui hoes around me still come fuck wid your niggas But if you ain't talking about no money Nigga you really ain't talking no sense Out of line wid out a dime, Motherfucker you got me ready It ain't no honour amongst thieves Won't waste my time smoking weed Wid all these petty conversations So I avoid the playa hation Hook Verse 2: Bizzy Bone Still, got the gun on Frankie Sosa Fully automatic four mathematics original souljahs See nobody can't stop me betta watch me back out, Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out Mo and mo cash for everyone in the room Every homie know we move you know the scope is on Come in and snooze who feeling my music true dat Cause if I was in there I woulda been looting like the rest ah y'all knew dat (Bone Thug) Know we knew that in your conscience, You ain't nuthing but a mobster You can't be budged God only can judge you (Thug Luv) Loot all the cops erase the judge Heading for the fifth dimension mention Then settle some stuff legal All I really wanted was a Regal Hook Verse 3: Flesh N Bone Now who gon' be the last two soldiers standing Doing back ta back holding the cannons Another episode of my bloodish On hit wid ah low blow Just a thugging ass nigga That's ready ta get some sense I sorta like Billy The Kid Mixed like a leather show no mercy Filthy gonna kick in explicit some material too deadly So prepare the description advisory If you rise get ready fuck wid me steady Everyday all day daily haters wanna come try fade me Unleash the guage release bush Trying ta feel it the wrath of the whirldwind Sware you'll wake up fast motherfucker Before the fifth dog holla missile off And blast you between your eyes serving no homicide Victim is blown right, all we know she got decapitated Nigga your body rot in the crypt We taping it up to the ceiling graded Time from time and again my niggas had ta warn All you enemies of mine I'm coming ta storm My niggas be storming through wid army and fatigues Feel the grief artillery nigga them prophets To the apostle living a revelation set off the revolution Nigga the desperado, you niggas can't fuck wid the fifth dog killer Now haters die die die die.... Hook (til' fade) |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
Souljahs Marchin'
The souljahs marching on prepared for war Verse 1: Layzie Bone The cycle continues look what I've been through Chapter 5 from the Book of Thugs Nineteen Ninety Nine two thousand New millenium marching forward All aboard seek and destroy Any nigga that throw a decoy We them niggas you can't avoid Boy boy don't fuck around and get me paranoid I'm on a mission impossible, off da rip when he get hostile If you gots ta know I got lots of dough So the murda mo ain't no optional Unstoppable relentless rolling in Benzes Hear it repeat weeded indeed nigga believe it Proceed wid the lead and completed it's on Feel my bombs motherfucker, undisputed round for round Putting it down, town ta town tearing da roof of this mother-fucker When I'm in your city get wit me fuck wit your nigga When I'm in Maui hoes around me still come fuck wid your niggas But if you ain't talking about no money Nigga you really ain't talking no sense Out of line wid out a dime, Motherfucker you got me ready It ain't no honour amongst thieves Won't waste my time smoking weed Wid all these petty conversations So I avoid the playa hation Hook Verse 2: Bizzy Bone Still, got the gun on Frankie Sosa Fully automatic four mathematics original souljahs See nobody can't stop me betta watch me back out, Woke up in the county as soon as I passed out Bullet passed the pigs mo murda mo money let's mash out Mo and mo cash for everyone in the room Every homie know we move you know the scope is on Come in and snooze who feeling my music true dat Cause if I was in there I woulda been looting like the rest ah y'all knew dat (Bone Thug) Know we knew that in your conscience, You ain't nuthing but a mobster You can't be budged God only can judge you (Thug Luv) Loot all the cops erase the judge Heading for the fifth dimension mention Then settle some stuff legal All I really wanted was a Regal Hook Verse 3: Flesh N Bone Now who gon' be the last two soldiers standing Doing back ta back holding the cannons Another episode of my bloodish On hit wid ah low blow Just a thugging ass nigga That's ready ta get some sense I sorta like Billy The Kid Mixed like a leather show no mercy Filthy gonna kick in explicit some material too deadly So prepare the description advisory If you rise get ready fuck wid me steady Everyday all day daily haters wanna come try fade me Unleash the guage release bush Trying ta feel it the wrath of the whirldwind Sware you'll wake up fast motherfucker Before the fifth dog holla missile off And blast you between your eyes serving no homicide Victim is blown right, all we know she got decapitated Nigga your body rot in the crypt We taping it up to the ceiling graded Time from time and again my niggas had ta warn All you enemies of mine I'm coming ta storm My niggas be storming through wid army and fatigues Feel the grief artillery nigga them prophets To the apostle living a revelation set off the revolution Nigga the desperado, you niggas can't fuck wid the fifth dog killer Now haters die die die die.... Hook (til' fade) |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - Thug Stories (2006)
(Hook:)
All these slimy, grimy women Earth until to make livin. It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd! All these slimy, grimy women World and women takes a livin. It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd! (Krayzie Bone:) I got alot of niggaz problem that callin babies mama's They be alwayz drumin, cause they alwayz callin Draggin me in and out of the co- fu man How much is enough to support you man? I got a nigga in the jam, I am Sittin in the cell with no bail but I got cash Man I tell ya'll women Playin the game, worthin children to make a livin She don't need a 9 to 5 cause she work in the system, bitches Grind me nasty, ol' wicked ass bitches Sceamin and tryin sceez on a real nigga Home avaded ransom and tryin to get some defense And before I give you wrath Ms. I go to jail in chances (Yeah!) You gold-diggin hoez did nuthin (makin), Na-da your lucky if I even na-daaa It's so sad, it's so sad, it's so sad, it's so saaaddd! (Hook) (Wish Bone:) Betta watch it boy! Slicky bitches, grimy bitches Down for tickets thinkin all these bitches, nigga listen! Hoez will get you fucked up Someone like to cut shit Someone think they smarking I beat bitches, now ya lock up And it's fucked up, shit we got to have that ass And there's no love, mommies just be at that stash Tryin to get me pop one in and now she got my ass For 18, she got my cash Now the people in my business gotta pay up (pay up) Oh it's on, I'm gone, while the slut lays up But naw, naw dawg I can see myself bein broke-a-trippin Found a broad dawg It's a runnin-back, if it's mine keep attack 1-2-3-4 baby daddy pass mistakes Gotta pay for that shit, I'm bout to carpet ass kids Let me catch anotha nigga leave back BITCH! (Hook) (Layzie Bone:) See I was caught up on the side of the tracks With the roaches and the rats (rats) Big grimy bitches, roaches, niggaz with the gats Got the ravi out the kitchen Nigga livin is a gamble bitches Settin niggaz up with a baby mama scandalous Women these dayz worst of fiends in the ace Tryin to collect all the well-fare with about 10 babies Shady, shikes the women they might like me See a nigga with money and they think they might try me (I doubt it) Keep it movin baby I'm the one to keep it pinned No matter how you fix your hair or how you shake the dareair I won't fuck it, train not to love it She won't cut into my budget with kids playin the puppets It's a god dam change, America the great, givin a nigga a cake, Cause my pockets ain't straight Look nigga, if you can't take care of ya kids Cause they set up grimy bitches tryin to use them to live, nigga! (Hook x3) |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty (2007)
-Krayzie Bone-
Yo...I think it's really time we let these niggas what's going on with Bone Thugs man (thugs man)... -Felecia & Krayzie Bone- Intro: (Yeeeaah!) 'Cause they don't know, they don't know, they don't know (What we been goin' through)/ They don't know, they don't know, they don't know (just where we headin' to)/ They don't know, they don't know, they don't know (come follow me now!) -Krayzie Bone- They all wanna know if Bone Thugs are the same/ 'cause one of us left, but four of us remain in this thang/ And we like "just pick up the album man" and I bet they refrain, from all of their claims/ you know that we still the shit...hey, hey/ Light it up (light it up) I feel good (I feel good), nigga from my vibe I feel good all over/ Been through rough times and they been mighty hard (mighty hard)/ (ridin' in the dark) to look for the light and find my spot, I climbed so far/ Them haters was tryna bring me on down (bring me on down), but really nobody can stop us with everything we know now/ we sucker free, we see underneath all you fake thugs/ From all these wack rappers we've come back to save ya/ Man all you back stabbers never ever fade us/ Man I'm so glad we back in action...nigga say what?!? -Felecia & Krayzie Bone- Chorus: So good, so right (It feel really, really good to get this money man)/ To be with you tonight... -Layzie Bone- Who would've imagined so many problems? even the karma/ I must admit, if it's so many crazy shit then it's still on my mind (of love?), furthermore/ Shit hurt, Bone Brothers; did it with Bizzy,/suppose to be a new beginning but I'm screamin' out "Where is he?!"/ Yes I miss him (how could I not?) when I know Bone is all he got/ One day we might get it together...fulfill the whole plot/ I aint gotta mention how I feel about that other thug, Flesh Bone here you go..some lock-down-love/ You know what really make me feel good?/ Krayzie Bone, Wish Bone really keep it all hood/ That's right...we still pursuing our dream, it aint no 'I' in our team, that's why we doin' our thang/ We getting money, money...money, money.. -Chorus- -Wish Bone- They used to look and see a thug, now they look and see a paid thug/ First niggas find and make this paper through the neighborhood/ Yes we blessed, we know this/ so I drop to my knees and let him know who we rollin with/ Everynight..make money, watch paper...grind now, f**k later/ If you miss it gotta battle back/ get that, money money, need that, gimmie some i'll take that/ Since a youngster knew about them green backs/ 'Cause it ain't 4 in the money, f**k what they sayin' chase money/ Do without it, live without it...I cant do that/ Live life, I like..I need every penny/ And these times, this life, better give it to me, to me... -Chorus- |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty [Explicit Version] (2007)
Yo I think it's really time
we let these niggas what's going on with Bone Thugs man they don't know they don't know they don't know What we been goin' through They don't know they don't know they don't know just where we headin' to They don't know they don't know they don't know come follow me now They all wanna know if Bone Thugs are the same cause one of us left but four of us remain in this thang And we like 'just pick up the album man' and I bet they refrain from all of their claims you know that we still the shit hey hey Light it up light it up I feel good I feel good nigga from my vibe I feel good all ove Been through rough times and they been mighty hard mighty hard ridin' in the dark to look for the light and find my spot I climbed so far Them haters was tryna bring me on down but really nobody can stop us with everything we know now we sucker free we see underneath all you fake thugs From all these wack rappers we've come back to save ya Man all you back stabbers never ever fade us Man I'm so glad we back in action nigga say what So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight Who would've imagined so many problems even the karma I must admit if it's so many crazy shit then it's still on my mind of love furthermore Shit hurt Bone Brothers did it with Bizzy suppose to be a new beginning but I'm screamin' out Where is he Yes I miss him how could I not when I know Bone is all he got One day we might get it together fulfill the whole plot I ain't gotta mention how I feel about that other thug Flesh Bone here you go some lock down love You know what really make me feel good Krayzie Bone Wish Bone really keep it all hood That's right we still pursuing our dream it aint no 'I' in our team that's why we doin' our thang We getting money money So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight They used to look and see a thug now they look and see a paid thug First niggas find and make this paper through the neighborhood Yes we blessed we know this so I drop to my knees and let him know who we rollin with Everynight make money watch paper grind now fuck later If you miss it gotta battle back get that money money need that gimmie some i'll take that Since a youngster knew about them green backs 'Cause it ain't 4 in the money fuck what they sayin' chase money Do without it live without it I cant do that Live life I like I need every penny And these times this life better give it to me to me So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight So good so right really really good to get this money man To be with you tonight Light it up I feel good I feel good nigga from my vibe I feel good all over Light it up I feel good I feel good nigga from my vibe I feel good all over |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
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 huu. 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! 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 tha 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-eee Better call the police! Bone thugs~n~harmony, 2000 muthafuckas! Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name Bizzy bone: Will they prostitute me? (2x) Stay under surveillance Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry Local 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 was saken 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 bone: Krayzie up in this muthafucka Nigga i'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead! And even though we know niggas bust 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 goddamn joke! Nigga, break yourself or get broke! All i want is the money My cash flow And i'm leaving on the first thing smoking 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 bone: 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 dogs 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 with shit you can feel, still to the glock glock Wish bone: Aw yeah, i'ma 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 n bone: 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 tha head So crazy, interrogation So many haters aggravate, so i convey and toss grenades You niggas wanna be the t h u g? Please, like me but can't see me Bend and roll like a fuckin hog Muthafuck, 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, with a mob and 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 You heard 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 Bone back in the house once again Bringin ya'll niggas that 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 player 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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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
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 huu. 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! 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 tha 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-eee Better call the police! Bone thugs~n~harmony, 2000 muthafuckas! Our father who art in heaven, hallowed be thy name Bizzy bone: Will they prostitute me? (2x) Stay under surveillance Get out tha county, this nigga ain't got all my fuckin' jewelry Local 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 was saken 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 bone: Krayzie up in this muthafucka Nigga i'm rollin', and ain't leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead! And even though we know niggas bust 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 goddamn joke! Nigga, break yourself or get broke! All i want is the money My cash flow And i'm leaving on the first thing smoking 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 bone: 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 dogs 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 with shit you can feel, still to the glock glock Wish bone: Aw yeah, i'ma 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 n bone: 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 tha head So crazy, interrogation So many haters aggravate, so i convey and toss grenades You niggas wanna be the t h u g? Please, like me but can't see me Bend and roll like a fuckin hog Muthafuck, 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, with a mob and 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 You heard 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 Bone back in the house once again Bringin ya'll niggas that 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 player 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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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
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(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh--killa, killa) Tony Tone If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride. Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside, but when you come just bring your guns wit 'cha. If you're a busta niggas goin' have fun wit 'cha. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. It all remains the same. Wish Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair, nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drunk, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now. Niggas that I thug with kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And nigga we peel caps?pap! Fin' to get your wig cracked back. Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down. I wish you would try to get some redrum, bitch! Nigga, don't test my hood. Tombstone A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch. Puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit. So don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine. The foundation of niggas committin' the crime and murderin' every time. Niggas beware, 'cause here come the Clair mobbin' like some soldiers. Watch me fold you for actin' like somebody never told you. So off we go to the bloody road. Time to bless some souls with that nine shot, givin' props to the glock-glock. Flesh Pump-dump, when I let my shells down. Hit a lick, now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. I reach for the gauge and mash, yell out "one-eighty-seven" and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's fucked. Your feelin' the wrath of the Boneyard. Thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift then comin' up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop-chops. We rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop-pop. Me give up shots out to the glock-glock. Krayzie You better believe that we runnin' this thug style. Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish, them wicked now. We straight off the glock-glock. Run up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside. Better have your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high. One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to no good. Po-po. Fuck no! They never could fuck with a thug-ho. All (Krayzie) Pop-pop, (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh?killa.) givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock (*4) Mo! Hart Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks on bloody clothes. Thugs gaugin' pump eruptions, nigga trippin' shot and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after round after round. Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. Ain't no sound, just the demon screamin', "Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer." Ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig split, and made your body rupture. Hunt my victims on a mission, flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide. Let my nuts and my gauge hang low. Now, walk on by. All Boogy Nikke on the mic, right. Boogy Nikke Thuggin' through my thuggish-ass hood at night with my pipe. Thuggin' down the double-glock, tryin' to get my serve on. Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on. But one to the sucka's head and two up in his body. Now peep my creep. I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me. Layzie We jumpin' up off of the hood. We bailin'. We thugs and we lookin' like crooks. The terror be fatal. Ready to roll, now we willing and able. Rollin' with Ruthless?Bitch! Better check my label. Murdered them (them), never come again where the scandalous niggas settle. Bloody nigga, trues be on my level. Eighty through the ten-five is the soldiers' ghetto. Nigga, don't take the wrong turn--you will enter the hood, and we're splitters so cover your dome. Out the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. Cleveland Browns, the Dawg Pound home, it's on. Sin Never get in the mix of a Clair player--you're liable to get your wig split and dumped in a ditch, bitch! 'Cause them thugs sendin' them slugs, leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what? Don't make me go in my trench. Nigga, you got me bent, all fucked up. Your luck's up. Now y'all done get sent to your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' with those... Gates It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you. The dummy thought we'd never divide, go nationwide with the buck-buck. So where you at? Where you at? I'm strapped and ready to snap and yank a nigga's neck back. Split a Kool-Aid hat. Into the graveyard, but prepare to get drugged up on the Clair to tear a round 'fore somebody gets struck. You still won't want some bitch, and what the muthafuck I want? I want to wham you with a Tec-9. Now bitch, press your luck! All (Krayzie) Pop-pop, (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh?killa.) givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock (*16) |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
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(Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh--killa, killa) Tony Tone If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride. Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside, but when you come just bring your guns wit 'cha. If you're a busta niggas goin' have fun wit 'cha. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. It all remains the same. Wish Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. Murder one on the Clair, nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug, what's up? Nigga, get drunk, put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now. Niggas that I thug with kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And nigga we peel caps?pap! Fin' to get your wig cracked back. Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down. I wish you would try to get some redrum, bitch! Nigga, don't test my hood. Tombstone A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a ditch. Puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit. So don't fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine. The foundation of niggas committin' the crime and murderin' every time. Niggas beware, 'cause here come the Clair mobbin' like some soldiers. Watch me fold you for actin' like somebody never told you. So off we go to the bloody road. Time to bless some souls with that nine shot, givin' props to the glock-glock. Flesh Pump-dump, when I let my shells down. Hit a lick, now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. I reach for the gauge and mash, yell out "one-eighty-seven" and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's fucked. Your feelin' the wrath of the Boneyard. Thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift then comin' up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop-chops. We rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop-pop. Me give up shots out to the glock-glock. Krayzie You better believe that we runnin' this thug style. Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish, them wicked now. We straight off the glock-glock. Run up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside. Better have your pop, niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high. One-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to no good. Po-po. Fuck no! They never could fuck with a thug-ho. All (Krayzie) Pop-pop, (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh?killa.) givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock (*4) Mo! Hart Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks on bloody clothes. Thugs gaugin' pump eruptions, nigga trippin' shot and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after round after round. Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. Ain't no sound, just the demon screamin', "Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer." Ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig split, and made your body rupture. Hunt my victims on a mission, flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide. Let my nuts and my gauge hang low. Now, walk on by. All Boogy Nikke on the mic, right. Boogy Nikke Thuggin' through my thuggish-ass hood at night with my pipe. Thuggin' down the double-glock, tryin' to get my serve on. Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on. But one to the sucka's head and two up in his body. Now peep my creep. I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me. Layzie We jumpin' up off of the hood. We bailin'. We thugs and we lookin' like crooks. The terror be fatal. Ready to roll, now we willing and able. Rollin' with Ruthless?Bitch! Better check my label. Murdered them (them), never come again where the scandalous niggas settle. Bloody nigga, trues be on my level. Eighty through the ten-five is the soldiers' ghetto. Nigga, don't take the wrong turn--you will enter the hood, and we're splitters so cover your dome. Out the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. Cleveland Browns, the Dawg Pound home, it's on. Sin Never get in the mix of a Clair player--you're liable to get your wig split and dumped in a ditch, bitch! 'Cause them thugs sendin' them slugs, leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what? Don't make me go in my trench. Nigga, you got me bent, all fucked up. Your luck's up. Now y'all done get sent to your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin' with those... Gates It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you. The dummy thought we'd never divide, go nationwide with the buck-buck. So where you at? Where you at? I'm strapped and ready to snap and yank a nigga's neck back. Split a Kool-Aid hat. Into the graveyard, but prepare to get drugged up on the Clair to tear a round 'fore somebody gets struck. You still won't want some bitch, and what the muthafuck I want? I want to wham you with a Tec-9. Now bitch, press your luck! All (Krayzie) Pop-pop, (Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh?killa.) givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock (*16) |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - The Collection No.1 (1999)
[Chorus]
Shoot shoot shoot ′em up, shoot ′em up, shoot ′em up [x4] Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya You know, we know, you don′t wanna roll Cause then we give it to you, we′re gonna bring it to you, oh yeah... Right off the job, ooh now I gots ta let ya know, When you seen betta be rollin′ with tha big shot guns And we deep when we creep never sleepin′ and we droppin′ Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough Now that you know like that These niggaz come around they don′t know how to act, in fact I′m at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood Smokin′ weed and up to no good Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin′ that bank Slang that bud on over yo thug So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate We straight get high, so high That′s how my mental, that′s how my mental stay It′s like parlay parlay like every day Don′t think on tha pimp, playa hatin′ But ya betta be pinnin′ yo self I cuts in with tha M-11, 357 Automatic weapons from my shelf. These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo self Tryin′ to get in but they couldn′t win We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll. Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock, ′Bout ta hit this corna, Livin like a thugs on tha real who′s stronga When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fall Buck-buck, oh yeah Niggaz be gettin′ they pistols finna, And fuck with tha real mothafuckas They fuck with us when we puff bitch Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick Hey, and 44 mag don′t go and Tha little nigga don′t know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter Execution, i′ll be shootin′ round ″Leavin′ em off on ya raw″ Ya plot me cause you watch me My nigga you know you watchin me now When bitch niggaz run up and try me I′m flippin up outta my shit with some shit to be keepin′ you wonderin′ redrum bye-bye And fo sure we lit em up good And you can still find me where You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair Going back to the mo And it′s Cleveland Cleveland You know we thuggin′ and thievin′ thievin′ There′s somebody who got beef, we got millions to make A whole notha record For you see my niggaz we comin′ with nothin to lose And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room If I could just look up and see ya dyin′ iyin, iyin and flippin′ my mind Whereever you dig em quiet The get past on tha ride right bang That′s tha way you get a man, get a man Sneak up on him and you kill him And he won′t fuck with you no more. You havin a party With that weed goin up in ya body Smokers chill My niggaz they got me sloppy High oh so so high Come on come on don′t be shy let′s get high We got tha herb, if you want some, want some We got weed indeed you need some, need some Oh yeah I know this just might sound crazy, but lately Gotta roll wit′ my gun Cause tha hatas they hate me When they heard that nigga bone Niggaz somehow someway get paid Even if they hate that buck to tha bang Good thing I got a gat cause we rhyme tight rhymes Had to thug out but it came in time Just two times And if you give it to me My thugs gon′ give it to you So people pull back its cool Somebody′s head gon′ get blown Bone, doin ya best on that Hey, hey, hey Go and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bang Nigga wanna roll with bone it′s on But nigga we cool, we cool Don′t forget playa hataz gettin′ That buck to tha bang All up in tha body, got ′em got ′em We won′t be slippin′ we might just be peepin′ you all tha time I′m comin′ I′m gunnin′ And put that on tha dolla man... Shoot ′em up always, St. Clair breakin′ you off and, you lossin′, betta look to falsin′, that′ll be coffins for all of ya offspring Well that′ll be coffins for all of ya offspring For tha police on the corna′ Creepin up because tha soldiers Well they betta be watchin′ on of them St. Clair niggaz Puttin′ it together to grab the doja Well I know ya, see now you jumpin′ about yo shit you Ready with a gang of bitches for you Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang, That buck, buck to smoke jane See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit With that Bizzy maintain Well it be that north coast homie That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it Police want to search you for nothin′ but that skunk So it′s on bitch bang Feel it bitch cause my trigga′ fingaz a bitch Ho I be puttin em down with my click I stood em all, and still play And rest my nine up when I′m fuckin with y′all Slangin my dogs to dem all Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it′s all good I still ball, and I′m knowin′ you knowin no snatching no souls no nigga be showin′ Cause as I′m flowin already gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here Clair, stickin′ up tha sto′ What did you think i′m scared There you are What did you think i′d bring you down... Chorus [x4] |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - Thug Stories (2006)
(Hook: repeat 2X)
I jumped up, got my coat and walked right out of the door Because she got a little bit crazy I don't want no deranged lady That'll have a nigga sleepin' under daisies. (Wish Bone) I don't want another insane lover Cuttin' on my rubber Houndin' me just to tell her I love her Gotta give it to them big butt girls The ones that don't give a fuck "Just-wanna-bust-nut" girls When them feelings involved Now you playin' with fire Gotta let 'em know from the gate Man, you ain't tellin' no lies I just wanna (touch that) I just wanna (couple times) I just wanna (no ties) Can a thugsta hit that there? No need to blow me up one day, we right back here Doin' what we do, I see you like that there Baby girl, let me just keep this fair You do you and I'll do me Can we do it, do it like that? Keep it creepin', creepin' Yes they say it's better than sneakin', sneakin' But when it's all over, it's just over No knives or policemen (Hook) (Krayzie Bone) Now me and her been rollin' together Now for quite some time And she been naggin' a nigga The whole damn ride When I first met the girl Everything was all good She grew up around my way So hey, the love was all hood So I figured it was cool And we could do this And, plus she had a booty that was sicker than lupus I had to scoop it Anyway, we started hangin' out And talkin' on the phone mo' And before you know we on her floor doin' the Grown Folk Everything was cool, y'all We had it plain and simple She wasn't my broad, and I wasn't her man More like "homie-lover-friends" She said she understand But I can't tell she comprehend 'Cause she keyin' on my Benz While I'm sleepin', she be creepin' on me sneakin' in my pockets Lookin' for numbers in my phone And condoms in my wallet Then she overdid it This bitch pointed a pistol at me Talkin' about "We need to talk" 'Cause she ain't happy So shit.... (Hook) (Layzie Bone) Little sweet thang she love to floss Clothes to her lip gloss Makin' hard thugs turn soft Lookin' like Diana Ross Slim, sweet and sexy Something like a little sister 'Til the day I messed around and tried to kiss her (damn) To be so skinny, baby girl had a nice round ass I used to stay two steps behind her while I walked her to class Back in school, a nigga's mission was to fuck 'em and flee But I was young, so I let her get close to me And I was kinda in love Everyday a nigga wit' her After school a nigga wit' her At the mall takin' pictures All the while I got my niggaz sayin' I'm breakin up the group I'm out here missin' my rehearsals 'Cause I'm tryin' to knock boots She ain't even let me hit it Got me talkin' about commitment Got me climbin' through the window Won't even let me get it Last thing that she said Snapped me back to reality We in the 12th grade Talkin' about "you wanna marry me?" (Hook) |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Thug World Order (2002)
Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up And we're yet to be replaced Krayzie Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] And check my style And in your vein like a drug And I got niggas passed out on the floor They done overdosed on the thugs I done sold over 30 million records You niggas better check it before you get up and disrespect it And that weed for twenty-four seven nigga I never knew a nigga that can smoke a pound like me Or get down like me And they don't make them like me Thugs-N-Harmony nigga the name will never die No matter how mad these niggas is actin' We gon go platinum So back that shit up before we blast this bitch up Then you get the picture ol' fag ass nigga Playas is what you want Then come and get it fresh off the grill well done Hot and ready We don't give a fuck what you want with niggas and bitches You be fuckin' with this and you will fill that I'm hot and ready And you will know what I mean I'll be the thuggish ruggish nigga on the block With two glocks it don't stop I bust one time and muthafuckas call the cops on me Thug you don't know me So don't think y'all finna hold me Cause homie niggas don't know me [Hook: Krayzie Bone] Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up And we're yet to be replaced Layzie Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Now Uh-oh uh-oh Oh no he didn't and bitch I did it yes I admit It you full of that bullshit you need to quit it Nigga hit it Go and play those drums Steady on money And going to get me some You fuckin' with a nigga that's number one Doin it just for fun and now look at him run On some dumb shit not the assassin Imma keep smashin' Stackin my chedda chedda Nobody can do it better Whatevea whatevea, ya then I'm going to turn killa Better be knowin how the game go In touch with the real nigga Nigga I'm the drama Bring it nothin' but tough shit You could put this on yo mama Nigga I'm gonna make you love this Me and DJ Heist shootin' dice in the back of the ally Finna jump back in the Caddy Man we won them beat the badly [Hook: Krayzie Bone] Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up and we're yet to be replaced Bizzy Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh [Verse 3: Bizzy Bone] Lock up the shit As quick as a nigga can lock up his bitch With a cock in is pit Bleedin' right after we cocked him up in his crib Rottin' in rich with a semi-automatic shotgun Get the poppin' away up in a flick Lookin' at the crowed all nerves and shit My nigga Los was hittin' banks and shit Set aside these little gangsta bitch Cop killa we dotta love the incog neta With as tasty as his mama as she chookin' in a casino Man incafino niggas is only out fo they self and expect the kids to help and set shit on the shelf Filthy niggas get (??) and die Like grape juice and wealth I've been waitin' for you to start talkin' to somebody else And we thinkin' about god in this reputation Pussy Niggas who hatin' How the fuck is my relations I'm ready to get some pressure Self built ward my local niggas are stotin' Stakin' and makin' in dikie suits with the matchin' bandanas Dippin' around, dippin' around Can't nobody catch us [Hook: Krayzie Bone] Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up and we're yet to be replaced Wish Bone they say uh uh oh uh uh oh [Verse 4: Wish Bone] We came up Eazy died you think we was gon give up We still some raw Don't you deny you know we brought this game up From the DJ's to the VJ's From the niggas from the essay's You know we brung this game up Everybody knows Thugs-N-Harmony From the beginnin' these niggas was trippin' And wonder why I be flippin' Who gives a fuck why I moved out of the hood dippin' Cause these niggas don't know how to act Catch you slippin' and I'll react Nigga fuck what you heard Fuck with Bone That's a fact Step on anybody and be ready for this movement I've been a thug gon stay a thug I don't talk about it I do it Now let me explain when we came in this game We was young thugs oh-ah all this money nigga what Now how you blamin' a nigga with all this cash Young black heated with a attitude like kiss my ass We aplogise to all our fans with hands in the stands But fuck these niggas writin' in these magazine nigga man DAMN! [Hook: Krayzie Bone] Back to set it straight we never left and can't break up and we're yet to be replaced Bone Thugs they say uh uh oh uh uh oh [Unknown lady] Layzie, Krayzie, Bizzy, Wish and we can't forget about Flesh y'all and don't forget about Flesh, Bone Thugs y'all |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
Servin' the Fiends
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 Verse 1: Bizzy Bone 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 Hook: It's just another day I gotta get paid Who got the biggest boulder Who servin' tha fiends (Repeat) Verse 2: Layzie Bone 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 deck Hook Verse 3: Flesh N Bone I'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 Hook |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
Servin' the Fiends
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 Verse 1: Bizzy Bone 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 Hook: It's just another day I gotta get paid Who got the biggest boulder Who servin' tha fiends (Repeat) Verse 2: Layzie Bone 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 deck Hook Verse 3: Flesh N Bone I'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 Hook |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
guess who's back
(scream+loud gunshot) right about now its time for those notorious thugs Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie Flesh, and that nigga DJ U-Neek mo thug takin over so you best beware cuz we came to shut this motherfuckea down (Flesh and DJ Uneek talkin') ya, bone comin back at you bitches for the 97 ya, these mothafuckaz didnt think it was on old playa-hatin ass niggaz ya my niggaz brung they style to the table 1st nigga, why dont you relize, reconize, idolize its over bitch, its the art of war BONE: retaliation (6) abort, when its the art of war the art of war, of war (x4) abort, when its the art of war 1 and 2 world war playa playa we done party over time see we done partied over time (x2) (guess whos back)(BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY) |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
Where the fiends at?
(laughs) Nigga Bone thugs Harmony Chorus: bizzy, krayzie Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money Verse one: bizzy bone, krayzie bone My my babys bangin, Beefin with me, Squashed it ordained it, Better yet sustained the flurry Hide in the fury, But the ways of a broad Don't mean you've died out of my life, I'm hurt, burn me baby, Tie down. And child hood scars, Crackhead cause niggas i dont know That who'd ya think you are. And here we are, steady we roll out over you. When it's over it's over, For the soldiers who hear me, that'll Get me in trouble. Can i be closer, stay right near me. Here we are, aint no stars, uh huh....... Can i get drunk off in some bar, Without some haters sayin "who do you think you are?!" When i'm sober, start jumpin in it to win itttt......... Shit i bet they thought we fell off. Bone thugs~n~harmony resurrection, Krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish, We in the flesh. Rememeber them thuggish ruggish niggas, Gotta get down fo my thang in here. You already know when we came in here we raw, Fuck what u heard and you read about us, Just believe what you saw. Till i die, im down to ride in the war When you niggas get serious, let a nigga know, Maybe then we can roll. Nigga bad to the bone, But i sure dont click with hoes And no bustas, hatas, 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. Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang. Runnin with the pump pump, no bluffin We buck! Nigga better realize still claim Nineteen nine nine the nine nine Muthafucka, fuck'em to the end, And when i run out, I reloadin and buckin again, some mo! Nigga puttin it down, worldwide. Them wicked bad-ass thugs. You punk niggas hate us, But we don't trip, We still get madd ass love. I show you the rapper that's sick of this song We'll straight up toss his ass And if he flossin cash and jewelry, Rip it off his ass, Keep walkin fast. Thuggish ruggish till the day that i die, Fuck it that's all i been all of my life. It's just t-h-u-g we be. And it aint no thang, Keep buckin buckin, Dumpin, fuckin'em bustas up with my gauge. We poppin all yall, Im watchin all yall. Chorus: bizzy, krayzie Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money Verse two: layzie bone, wish bone (bizzy bone) [bizzy bone & wish bone] Time after time, Everywhere i look, Everywhere i turn, Niggas talkin bout death. Like a nigga can't dream of nuthin else, But a lil bit of wealth. Tryin to help they self, And i really can't blame you, Cause i do the same too. Man do what you gotta do. But what imma do is keep protectin my cheddar fool. Aint none of yall niggas do it betta, ohhh. And im ahead of you and yall hate it, Only the real thugs keepin it raw. Grippin that heat tight, Livin that street life. Nigga imma let it fool round and get war. Niggas is plottin that 2-11, Thats why i got heat for armageddon. Picture lay on his knees and i'm beggin, Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven. Fuck all the drama, imma just blast, Hollow point tips off in that ass. Tha slicka the nigga Thats pullin the trigga Is the nigga thats standin up last. Countin this cash, Still doin this mash. Blowin much weed As we watch you bleed. Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese. Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep. Fuckin with lay Is a game you shouldnt play, Even myself i could die today. I could lie, but hey it aint worth it, Shit, aint none of us here to stay. Imma hold my ground, And imma lace my boots. So when its time to shoot, then thats it. Screamin out mo thug in this bitch, And bone thugs in this bitch, nigga. It's all about money, yeah. Imma get me some. Cant be fuckin with niggas that aint got none. Cause lately yall been actin funny, I guess you smell some money. Get out my pockets, Betta count your shit It's still st. clair wig-split. Four other niggas that i run with, You dont wanna fuck with. [dollars and dollars but still,] [we gotta get mo] Remember back in the days when we was fucked up But not anymore (uh uh, no, no) And aint a damn thang come easy, Alot of plannin, bus rides, and [eazy]. Fo cheese, Believe me, Believe me, And it aint gone stop at the end of my time With my bone thug love I'ma always get mine. And i mean that, Gotta have that, Paper paper, Money money, Money, money. Chorus: bizzy, krayzie Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money i'ma get me some My nigga i'ma get me some Say my nigga yall, better get your paper Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper.... Money Verse three: flesh-n-bone (layzie bone) You better believe we five of the last True soldiers standin' in command You thought of me closin the book. On this bitch on ya'll, flip on yall, I am what i am the fifth dawg! It's all good, Paper paper for the whole hood. Tell'em i got dibs on this and kids in this (you real as, real as shit) Reminiscin on my thug ass nigga eazy-e (eazy-e). Six deep in a six-double-o benzo Fo the love of money. I gotta get the paper. I told yall aint a damn thang changed Bout the nigga they bang. My niggas,they're down, And we'll bang your brain, Muthafucka for thinkin he famous! Bridge: bizzy bone & layzie bone We in the flesh flesh, We in the flesh, We in the flesh flesh, We in the flesh Verse four: flesh-n-bone And if i can go bite the bullet So eazy in my cadillac, Bend a couple of corners, Smoke out with some hoes, Now where yall at? 21st century heroes, Two-triple-zero, Righteous ones, And wish the howse Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Maje$ty:
Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more. Layzie: My nigga now, Maje$ty, these niggas is after me, murder redrum, redrum, redrum. You niggas better expect retaliation, feel the playa hation, yeah, you the next to get dropped, glock-glock, real niggas don't stop. Pop, pop, put 'em in the mud, nigga, and your body rott. Top closin' down on your caskets, wanna make these bastards think we got mercy, puttin' in work since a nigga thirteen, sendin' niggas like yourself off in a hearse, see and I won't hesitate to kill ya when I fill ya with a couple of my slugs, fuckin' with my thugs, and I'm needin' my love, nigga what? Bone niggas fin to do a little damage, take over the planet with my daily tortures, of course, I'm that nigga that's takin' no shorts, smokin' on the Newport. Your ghetto resource, and bitch, you wanna dig your own ditch, and hit you with levels beyond your control. My mama never raised no punks or hoes, just realer niggas, comin' up, snatchin' souls for dough. I know y'all muthafuckas out there somewhere, ain't nowhere to hide, makin' muthafuckas feel the vibe for life, in the midst of the twist, I be down to ride, ye ah. Bizzy: So I'm ready for more. Maje$ty: Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more. Bizzy: I'm a relent and infuriated that you hate me and the pap pap, can't fade it, we stay heavily sedated, comin', now back up, I'm a buck, get shakin', deeply dreamin' about this dream when my daddy told me he was comin', trapped in the form of a bad omen, it's wicked, it was written, I'll be runnin' while turnin' around, and blastin' back to buck 'em, fuck it, then came back, them fools didn't like that I'm ready for more. Is that all you got? Heard the Mack was talkin' this and that about some of my incidents, said I smoke and snatchin' purses, you heard this and a (?) told me bitch clonin' little Eazy's niggas, so fuck you, you weren't original, mono y mono ain't no subliminal. Hey, with a regime in fatigues, we ready to bleed even when they sleepin', catch me, caught me, must have seen. Then, gonna catch your ass next weekend. Bizzy: So, I'm ready for more. Maje$ty: Ridin' with death. Layzie: We niggas rappin', but still we actin' like criminals. Bizzy: No more. Maje$ty: My mental seduction run your whole sound suction. Abduction of lyrics is the loss of life, love and spirits, capital offense, four generics lost in a prison, lieutenant overseein' the barracks, checkin' in. Mark-ass copycat, incoherence is crucial, smokin' hay with conflicts that bite shit like microchips. I watched you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom, when your fate rottin', bitch, when I spot 'em I'm a drop 'em. Layzie: Surrounded by violence, my nigga, I'm bound to just live a lifetime. The shrink wanna get in my head, 'cause I'm amongst the walkin' dead. All I really said: if you niggas dont fled, you gonna bleed bloody red, and you shoot the spot and got ghosts, fuckin' with the mastermind of all time. Let a nigga know we off in our prime, and it be that way 'til 1999--criminal minded. Niggas been blinded, lookin' for a style like Bone, but can't see me, and just like Mike, everybody wanna be me, study every move a nigga makin' on T.V. Eazy duz it, do it easy, what it is, #1 better check the score. Here we go, nigga don't wanna fight no more, when I'm ready for you hoes, and that's for sure. Bizzy: When the ghetto need me, I'll be readin' to the scripture, picture little Ripsta kickin' get critical, and I'm seldom seen in the Hennessy, (...?...) zero, one of my heroes, Jesus, blessed me to be lethal with my automatic, let you have it, you don't want to see any evil. Muthafucka, I'll take it to the people, then I will meet you at the funeral. Get 'em up. Bizzy Mafioso. No witness is the usual, furthermore, murda mo, ready with guns, I'll serve you hoes. When they call, niggas hit the road and when they get killed, I'm a get your soul. Krayzie: You thinkin' I'm slippin' when niggas is itchin' to rob me. Yes, they want to give me bloody body by pumpin' a couple of slugs inside me. But I'll be damned, we won if it comes to guns, and a, stackin' them thangs, so you gets none. Static's automatic fun, want some? Come, come, come, execution, redrum,-rum. See what you see in my eyes--murder, murder, death defied, burnt alive, fried, when they die. No one was able to find them, 'cause their bodies went up in a fire. Fuck they family, try to creep, but you think I'm asleep, 'cause I'm pumpin' beats. Nigga, better believe we keep much heat up under my seat, yeah. Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute, you already suckas, I bet that you bent it. We sent it. We'll attest for the murder--we should, we dealt it. You thought you was flippin', you got KO'd. Ring-a-ling-a-ling, get that ass up outta there. The undisputed thugs-n-harmony, proved it, kicked a couple a niggas asses, gotta take off and stay still blastin', locked in the state penetentary, but dog, that ain't shit, better make your money baby, and pick up a couple of guns on the side, so when you ride, and you get high, don't let them haters run up. |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Thug World Order (2002)
[Intro: Krayzie] That's right Bone Thugs-N-Harmony back up in this muthafucka Nigga, duce double 0 duce Lay, B, Wish Flesh (Bone Thug Bone Thug Bone Thug) I think its time we take these niggas back to the god-damn streets (swattin nigga) And gave these niggas some of that original (original cleveland heat) heat Thuggish ruggish bone see Gun stack off [Verse 1: Layzie] See a nigga got fully automatics and I let them loose Tha 12 gauge two grenades nigga got them too Ya damn right I shoot If a nigga run up on you I'ma get him and I spill like I s'posed to do And If I roll wit you Ima be that little nigga off the hook man Talk about look man If I see anigga disrespect one mo time Put out my foot on his line and leave him burnt up cookin Yeah I break off off my heat cuz when I'm in the streets And I hit these streets I'ma keep my peace until a nigga want beef But If he fuckin wit me then Ima turn raw meat cuz I'm just a Bone Thug little bitty nigga wit strong nutz Platinum eva since E put us down You know the talk of the town them long bud Now you fuckin wit a lion strugglin tryin to see these thugs Tryna get rid of us like the war on drugs But a nigga keep comin like I told you he was So lemme close the door Don't be comin to this muthafucka knockin Lookin for some action I'ma tell you right now what's happenin Nigga it's our time and hell yeah we blastin [Hook: Krayzie] If yall muthafuckas think we willin P-U-M-P nigga come on wit it You ain't gotta listen nigga Ima make you feel it Pump, Pump, Buck buck buck buck buck Buck buck If yall muthafuckas think we willin P-U-M-P nigga come on wit it You ain't gotta listen but I'ma let you hear it Pump, Pump, Buck buck buck buck buck Buck buck [Verse 2: Krayzie] Leathaface in the place and I'm warned you niggas I'm coming quicker than a goddamn missile Movin and huntin, steady winnin out a nigga With penetration equivalent to muthafuckin pistols I get up in ya system cripple a nigga quick I'm rippin a nigga shit like grippin a nigga bitch and sell this You see I shoot fo the temple I'ma try to bust a nigga mental in the middle of his dome Back up in this muthafucka wait a minute nigga we neva left Ain't even got started yet (yeah) We kickin in the muthafuckin door Once again for war so nigga get ya army ready I got a nation of niggas ready to fuck up the enemy If i give em the oil them nigga show me they warriors All ova we victorious takin ova ya territory Notorious and devil-alition and we know a level All you feel it when I kill it hit it spit it Get it crackin in this muthafucka right when we the illest Same muthafuckas got the fuck up outta Cleveland Nigga we came up but we still creepin And we still put it down nigga even though we four strong Flesh gone come home, Bone gone stay Bone When the 5th Dawg gets loose it gone be on [Hook] [Verse 3: Bizzy] It's the original bang bang and I don't give a fuck about none of these muthafuckas Still get down foe my damn thang Tell a nigga that I concentrate come on down to the land let us blastinate People lookin at me like he's too nasty to date Gimme my dick back we in the last days every second got a muthafucka passin away Fast to the bass that we fell wit the jazz and ah [buck buck buck buck buck buck buck buck] In a mask at my home with no men in a mansion to get a little piece of this American dream I spit venom thru the pipes as I smoke in em I shit rhythm and I'm nice ain't no competition [fart sound] (Ewwww) It smell good and the weed still sell good for the lay bits Talkin bad like you ready to blaze nigga you ain't mad (What the fuck you think you doing..........) I give a fuck who you ridin with or that nigga that you slidin with He ain't a killa he just somebody to vibe with Somebody tell this nigga motha who he died with So silly!! [So silly silly silly silly ] Pumped up Big Willy I don't really think he really I don't really think he really, I don't think he know! Hit him with the crossbow monto-mental little lost soul I been on so!!!!! [Hook] [Verse 4: Wish Bone] Niggas the Thugs homie we the muthafuckas that be ready to roll You know niggas that be waitin in the blisterin cold for you to come home Sneak in the door and we go go I ain't gotta hear what you tryna prove Put ya hands on ya nuts and get ready to move And I can't why I'm thug mighty Gang of thugs that thug just like me I don't give a fuck if its north or south If a nigga talkin shit we gone wipe his mouth That's just how it is put it on my kids Bodies zipped up fuck that fuckin wit Wish We out to ge these millions While these niggas steady chillin If it ain't about the money don't comment Cuz I don't undastand it like you from anotha planet Cuz its all about money god dammit So do whathca gotta blast if ya hafta I'ma get mine in the streets duck strappin Steady makin moves we'll move on you if we hafta Really don't matter [Hook] What's crackelackin dog That's gonna be so tight, (cuz the Bone Thugs) I know (Ya say Bone Thugs) (u hear me?) I hear you I hear too (Just lovin it..love..... straight up Bone Thug Muzik) Yeah me too dog me too [Hook til fade] (Bone Thug Bone Thug Bone Thug) |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty [Explicit Version] (2007)
(feat. Yolanda Adams)
[Krayzie] Jeremiah 10: 23,24 "We will know oh Lord that to Earthly men his way does not belong it does not belong to man who must walk even to direct his step correct me oh Jehovah however with judgement not in anger that you may not reduce us to nothing" [Chorus] Order my steps, lead me, guide me everyday send your annointing father I pray order my steps in the world [Layzie] Why am I payin' this price for fame now with the shame I'm goin' blame cause I'm solo empty When I can stop and give it all to Christ cause in his name no weapon should be formed against me simply know that the world gon' tempt me Satan is the enemy God please help us I don't want to be selfish I don't want to live my life tryin' to be rebellious [Wish] Who be checkin' when ya know ya doin' wrong huh? Got your steps, give your blessings Know right from wrong turn the lights on all ya gotta do is follow faith till they call us all home but its so hard temptation is everywhere gotta hold my guard like oh my God [Krayzie] Halleujah, Halleujah, now I might not make it to Heaven but I'm tryin' to come back in the resurrection change my place in paradise so I pray to God try to change my life but temptation make it hard for me to make it out man I gotta cool out, still I need to stop smokin' I need God's guidance without it I'm hopeless Lord please help me stand strong [Chorus] [Layzie] A lot of soldiers in the pin ain't ever comin' home can you find it in your heart to pray so it seems everything goin' wrong and you're just tryin' to find your way momma just wanna feed her babies tryin' to keep a safe place to stay don't stress it's a test God BLESS all ya really gotta do is just keep your faith [Wish] You can feel it if you open up, you can get it if you need love as much as a mustard seed is all you need small person pays for the air that we breathe and the baby is born, place to go when we leave food that we eat, weapon when we sleep it's a miracle no believin' the Lord [Krayzie] HEY! What cha seein' on the news has already been written in the Bible but ain't nobody takin' the time to realize that believin' and readin' the scriptures could mean your survival and I don't wanna die no neva I wanna live forever and I would a lot better so when Armageddon really come true what chu gon' do? [Chorus] [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] God loves me [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] ask me how I know [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] God loves me, ask me how I know [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] God loves me, ask me how I know [Kray:] swing low, swing low I know cause the Bible tells me so [Layzie] You know God is good you know God is great and everyday I wake I gotta thank him for my life and even though its hard I know I make mistakes I give it everything it takes just to make it right this is Satan's land understand the plan yall Jesus comin back with a furious mind better praise everyday hurryin' doin' your job glory to the king that's my heavenly father> |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty (2007)
(feat. Yolanda Adams)
[Krayzie] Jeremiah 10: 23,24 "We will know oh Lord that to Earthly men his way does not belong it does not belong to man who must walk even to direct his step correct me oh Jehovah however with judgement not in anger that you may not reduce us to nothing" [Chorus] Order my steps, lead me, guide me everyday send your annointing father I pray order my steps in the world [Layzie] Why am I payin' this price for fame now with the shame I'm goin' blame cause I'm solo empty When I can stop and give it all to Christ cause in his name no weapon should be formed against me simply know that the world gon' tempt me Satan is the enemy God please help us I don't want to be selfish I don't want to live my life tryin' to be rebellious [Wish] Who be checkin' when ya know ya doin' wrong huh? Got your steps, give your blessings Know right from wrong turn the lights on all ya gotta do is follow faith till they call us all home but its so hard temptation is everywhere gotta hold my guard like oh my God [Krayzie] Halleujah, Halleujah, now I might not make it to Heaven but I'm tryin' to come back in the resurrection change my place in paradise so I pray to God try to change my life but temptation make it hard for me to make it out man I gotta cool out, still I need to stop smokin' I need God's guidance without it I'm hopeless Lord please help me stand strong [Chorus] [Layzie] A lot of soldiers in the pin ain't ever comin' home can you find it in your heart to pray so it seems everything goin' wrong and you're just tryin' to find your way momma just wanna feed her babies tryin' to keep a safe place to stay don't stress it's a test God BLESS all ya really gotta do is just keep your faith [Wish] You can feel it if you open up, you can get it if you need love as much as a mustard seed is all you need small person pays for the air that we breathe and the baby is born, place to go when we leave food that we eat, weapon when we sleep it's a miracle no believin' the Lord [Krayzie] HEY! What cha seein' on the news has already been written in the Bible but ain't nobody takin' the time to realize that believin' and readin' the scriptures could mean your survival and I don't wanna die no neva I wanna live forever and I would a lot better so when Armageddon really come true what chu gon' do? [Chorus] [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] God loves me [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] ask me how I know [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] God loves me, ask me how I know [Kray:] swing low [Lay:] God loves me, ask me how I know [Kray:] swing low, swing low I know cause the Bible tells me so [Layzie] You know God is good you know God is great and everyday I wake I gotta thank him for my life and even though its hard I know I make mistakes I give it everything it takes just to make it right this is Satan's land understand the plan yall Jesus comin back with a furious mind better praise everyday hurryin' doin' your job glory to the king that's my heavenly father> |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
('cause i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival
Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (...and i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm, and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm, and i know i'm 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! Remember when you're all alone, my cellular phone was turned off. smokin' Burners with my dog, and it's all good baby. everyone who steal the flow, all Y'all some hoes. shermed out, let's make some mo' money. i'm kinda hungry, it's All good. haters-i don't wanna rock 'em if they study and (???). when they do The runnin when they're comin' when i'm rollin' in my home. a son of a bitch, i Got 'em cuffed. tough in the summer. love a thug. nigga from the pinnacle, i Felt i was losin' my mind. there was some other kind. really wanna smoke the Weed after you swallow me. and try not to follow me blind, find me 69. done Lit, smokin' the finest vintage wine, talkin' bout time with me and you wanna To be something more than just a dime to me. (finally i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...) Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (and i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival, and i know i'm, and i know I'm 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. [*2] (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! No bitch can cut me, fuck my homies, be a dyke and spike my hennessy. have Babies by one of my enemies then, then come and pretend she wanna befriend. They probably wanna send me to the end of the cliff, inherit all of my chips And then go spend it with another nigga. rubbin' my shit, and lickin' my lick, Nobody does it better than the rip! that's the shit, welcome the widow keeping The pistol gripped under my pillow. well, when you peep out the window, it's so Cold. get in 'fore the wind blow. no hoes allowed,-lowed,-lowed. get in 'fore The wind blow. no hoes allowed, no hoes allowed, no hoes allowed. that bitch Can cluck and fuck my homies, be a dyke and spike my hennessy. have babies by One of my enemies then, then, then. man, the chicks can cut me. fuck my homies. Be a dyke and spike my hennessy. have babies by one of my enemies then, then, Then, then... (finally i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (...and i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. (i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm, and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...) 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. I woke up early in the mornin' with my concubine yawnin'. smellin' like last Night's henn'. 'til the crack of dawn, we get it on. then again, nigga reel it Down from me just 'cause we're t-h-u-gs. but the money was abundant, start up My family tree. eager to move, we leave and we got in cleveland that same week Or sell speakers, bid for insurance. and that ass won't free my people with Warrants. over there, come call us. all this over a hoe. my homeboy has no Dough and wants to force it, let me know. what a crazy ass life. play me right, Don't play me twice. damn, i'm a grown man, gettin' in big fights. it'd be nice To settle down. yeah right, yeah right, yeah right. yeah right, yeah right, Yeah right. man, a bitch can cut me. fuck my homies, homies, homies, homies. (i'm still high...) and be a dyke and spike my hennessey, then, then, then(i T's all right...) have babies by one of my enemies, have babies by one of my Enemies. (i'm still high...) hung jury 'cause the police, they can never hold Me. (i' M still high!) eventually you're gonna remember me! (i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...) Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (and i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival, and i know i'm, and i know I'm 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. [*2] (i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
('cause i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival
Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (...and i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm, and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm, and i know i'm 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! Remember when you're all alone, my cellular phone was turned off. smokin' Burners with my dog, and it's all good baby. everyone who steal the flow, all Y'all some hoes. shermed out, let's make some mo' money. i'm kinda hungry, it's All good. haters-i don't wanna rock 'em if they study and (???). when they do The runnin when they're comin' when i'm rollin' in my home. a son of a bitch, i Got 'em cuffed. tough in the summer. love a thug. nigga from the pinnacle, i Felt i was losin' my mind. there was some other kind. really wanna smoke the Weed after you swallow me. and try not to follow me blind, find me 69. done Lit, smokin' the finest vintage wine, talkin' bout time with me and you wanna To be something more than just a dime to me. (finally i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...) Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (and i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival, and i know i'm, and i know I'm 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. [*2] (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! No bitch can cut me, fuck my homies, be a dyke and spike my hennessy. have Babies by one of my enemies then, then come and pretend she wanna befriend. They probably wanna send me to the end of the cliff, inherit all of my chips And then go spend it with another nigga. rubbin' my shit, and lickin' my lick, Nobody does it better than the rip! that's the shit, welcome the widow keeping The pistol gripped under my pillow. well, when you peep out the window, it's so Cold. get in 'fore the wind blow. no hoes allowed,-lowed,-lowed. get in 'fore The wind blow. no hoes allowed, no hoes allowed, no hoes allowed. that bitch Can cluck and fuck my homies, be a dyke and spike my hennessy. have babies by One of my enemies then, then, then. man, the chicks can cut me. fuck my homies. Be a dyke and spike my hennessy. have babies by one of my enemies then, then, Then, then... (finally i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (...and i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. (i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm, and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (part of the survival,-vival,-vival...) 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. I woke up early in the mornin' with my concubine yawnin'. smellin' like last Night's henn'. 'til the crack of dawn, we get it on. then again, nigga reel it Down from me just 'cause we're t-h-u-gs. but the money was abundant, start up My family tree. eager to move, we leave and we got in cleveland that same week Or sell speakers, bid for insurance. and that ass won't free my people with Warrants. over there, come call us. all this over a hoe. my homeboy has no Dough and wants to force it, let me know. what a crazy ass life. play me right, Don't play me twice. damn, i'm a grown man, gettin' in big fights. it'd be nice To settle down. yeah right, yeah right, yeah right. yeah right, yeah right, Yeah right. man, a bitch can cut me. fuck my homies, homies, homies, homies. (i'm still high...) and be a dyke and spike my hennessey, then, then, then(i T's all right...) have babies by one of my enemies, have babies by one of my Enemies. (i'm still high...) hung jury 'cause the police, they can never hold Me. (i' M still high!) eventually you're gonna remember me! (i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...) Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! (and i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival, and i know i'm, and i know I'm 'cause she was just another one night stand, (and i know i'm, and i know I'm...) 'cause she was just another one. [*2] (i know i'm part of the survival,-vival,-vival...and i know i'm and i know i'm Get up and wash my ass, and dash, she was just another one night stand for big Dick daddy 'case you heard! |
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from One Nation [omnibus] (2009)
One Nation
Snipersound go top of the world One Nation Snipersound go top of the world MICROPHONE CHECK 하나 둘 셋 넷 네 입은 벌어져 우리 라인업 때문에 이적해도 4번을 절대 놓치지 않는 선수 랩 게임에 선두 혀놀림은 멈출 수가 없구 나는 역사야 알리처럼 아무리 때려봤자 일어나 록키처럼 어떤 비트든 간에 물어뜯어 맹수처럼 그러니 돈을 걸어 내 모든 걸 걸어 I WILL NOT LOSE yo 외로운 시인들의 One Nation 이 판을 그그긁는 바늘의 정체성 몰래 땅을 짚고 헤엄치는 파렴치들을 가르치는 쉽게 타협 않는 진짜들은 고개 숙이지 말것 왜 hiphop은 익지 않았어 지킬과 하이드의 가요계의 질긴 방황 속 직진과 상승 내가 지킬 방향성 if u wanted some u got some 할 말 끝났어 문학인들의 목을 죄는 문화자본주의 혹은 경제 논리 여기저기 철거된 길거리 상점마냥 소리소문 없이 사라진 힙합 거주지 언제부터 인정했니 저기 꼭두각시 아둥바둥 살아가는 짭퉁들의 궁둥이를 두드리며 푸 도리도리 깍꿍 너로부터 파생이된 기생충을 잡아먹는 전쟁중인 나는 에프킬라 치 Snipersound go top of the world We goin on top of the world One Nation Snipersound go top of the world S the N the I the P the E the R It's Snipersound One Nation Snipersound go top of the world audition 두발로 발품 팔아 밟은 땅 이곳의 내 position에서 바라본 삶의 삯 너나 나나 도찐개찐 보나마나 격진같은 돌팔이 인생 나이를 먹어도 정신 못차린 개똥 philosophy 내 flow만큼 화려한 날들을 꿈꿨으나 그 조각 조각은 내일 몰락할만큼 썼다 let it go 바로 내리 꽂아버리는 전장후의 metaphor 그래 예전엔 거칠게 거칠게 마치 GANGSTER 혹은 빈곤한 거지같게 언제나 늘상 나의 머리맡에 두고 여겼어 꼭 신의 소리같게 그래 내게 힙합은 이제 향수에 젖을 예전을 돼새기는 추억 딱 거기까지만 이제 bang bang 다른 소리를 내 내겐 음악은 음악일뿐 다른건 없네 Snipersound go top of the world We goin on top of the world One Nation Snipersound go top of the world S the N the I the P the E the R It's Snipersound One Nation Snipersound go top of the world 내게 칼은 증오와 분노 내게 남은 방패는 씨알과 너 힙합 포로 운명이 가둬 내 인생역전 똑똑히 봐둬 3년을 잠든 방 5평 큰 용은 죽었어 다 향을 펴 밥에서 빵으로 입맛이 바꼈어 증오에서 삶으로 인간이 바꼈어 변화를 모르는 보수파 문화를 거르는 골수파 그네들과 맞서 싸우는 소수와 소수가 SCENE의 흐름을 형성해 혁명은 작은 봉기로부터 더 큰 바람이 되어 민중을 선동해 선봉에 우리가 섰네 불타오르는 신념 하나로 무리가 설때 그 누구도 감당 할수 없는 더 큰 사명감으로 무대에 설께 난 남쪽의 변방을 지휘하는 마에스트로 날 원한다면 누구든 접속해 내 이름이 PASSWORD 이 노래가 패스포트 Snipersound go top of the world We goin on top of the world One Nation Snipersound go top of the world S the N the I the P the E the R It's Snipersound One Nation Snipersound go top of the world |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - The Collection No.1 (1999)
Bizzy:
Bone and Biggie, Biggie. It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody, everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . This is a lake of fire, but I can′t even hold on. [Simulated clapping.] Krayzie: Notorious thugs. Layzie: Nothin′ but them thugstas. Nothin′ but them thugstas [thugstas]. Notorius B.I.G.: Armed and dangerous: ain′t too many can bang with us. Straight up weed, no angel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass niggas that love to bust. It′s strange to us, y′all niggas be scramblin′, gamblin′ up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin′ here tryin′ to win, try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin′ them Benjamins. Nigga, you′d should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you. Been in this shit since ninety-two. Look at all the bullshit I′ve been through: so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or two. Then a blue light, niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked with. Muthafucka, better duck quick, ′cause me and my dogs love to buck shit. Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I gotsta like one. Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run? Seems to me that you′ll take B, Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly. I′m a tell you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything ′round me. Shit, lyrically, niggas can′t see me. Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin′ it. Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin′ in it. Doesn′t it seem odd to you? B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews. Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew. Who′s the killa: me or you? Puff Daddy: We forgive you, for you know not what you do. Bizzy: Seven A.M. woke in the morning, with Hen and caffiene and green and nicotine. No dough, so pop a couple of those. Little RIPsta, nigga, Mr. Clean make it gleam, deep in my temple, and I go get sentimentally steamed with my instrumelody and heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. You willing to die? We′ll see how many flee when I ′cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained to be perfect disciples when it′s survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple six rivals spittin′ fire, that′s the real truth, bitch, breakin′ down for lives, my Messiah, better get ready for Armageddon, shoots expired, it′s wild. Bless the child, the one that became a man, but them positions′ already there, all that I had to do was stare. Test me now, contend, never no surrender, no pretend, pick up my gun in my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. Hey, open and let ′em see if we′re real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we ain′t marchi n′, we shootin′, and daily recrutin′. There′s a thug born everyday in the ghetto. We start ′em off little, we give ′em a bottle and a pen and pad. They hit the label, kick it. Krayzie: Little Kray roll on over to the dark spot, to the dome with a shot of burb, now me go back to the curb. Me feelin′ that urge to splurge, but I′m broke as fuck. ″Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve.″ Off into my pad, ′cause I gotta get my mask and shells to put in this twelve-gauge sawed-off, get ′em mauled off, nigga, y′all lost. They get hauled off. Got a nigga callin′, though, for the pump, now Leatherface, Sin runnin′, thuggin′ and cuttin′, Lil′ Mo! Hart quick to pull it, ain′t nothin′. Bitch, if you′re steppin′, we′re buckin′ them guts. That′s fucked up. Now let me get down for the crime. Got to go purchase a dime, put in the state, nigga double the crime, smokin′ the reefer to ease my mind. Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me servin′ ′em dummies, see. Gotta buck ′em on down, if they come talkin′ like, ″Give me back me money.″ Thuggin′ with me killas, need us a liter of liquor, but niggas ain′t got shit, but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get back ? Nigga like me fiendin′ for them green leaves, but I ain′t had no dough. Gotta make some money, so I makin′ my dummy rocks, if I go broke. It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie. It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . Layzie: [Yeah.] Little Lay, hey, comin′ in the form of scripture, fin to get ya and hit ya with magic, drivin′ out late, but I call on my gadgets. With an automatic status, we spray. Time to load the glocks, but I′m thinkin′ not, there′s another evil force tellin′ me to do what I gotta do, so I up my pipe, a nigga dyin′ tonight, and I′m always runnin′ from the boys in blue, biggy-blue′s on my ass. Now, I whip out the cellular phone to call Bone, ″What′s happenin′? Grab artillery. Niggas start packin′, ′cause a muthafucka tried to get me in a jackin′, and I did him.″ Hit ′em right between the eyes. The spot was wise. Wanna test a nigga′s size, and it cost him. Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit, y′all get mo mudered all day, all day. We can play that way, and I′m on the run. I′m a call my boys, and bring all the guns. Y′all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum. Bizzy: It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie. It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . |
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from Notorious (노토리어스) [ost] (2009)
Bizzy:
Bone and Biggie, Biggie. It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody, everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . This is a lake of fire, but I can′t even hold on. [Simulated clapping.] Krayzie: Notorious thugs. Layzie: Nothin′ but them thugstas. Nothin′ but them thugstas [thugstas]. Notorius B.I.G.: Armed and dangerous: ain′t too many can bang with us. Straight up weed, no angel dust. Label us notorious thug-ass niggas that love to bust. It′s strange to us, y′all niggas be scramblin′, gamblin′ up in restaurants with mandolins and violins. We just sittin′ here tryin′ to win, try not to sin, high off weed and lots of gin. So much smoke, need oxygen, steadily countin′ them Benjamins. Nigga, you′d should, too, if you knew what this game would do to you. Been in this shit since ninety-two. Look at all the bullshit I′ve been through: so-called beef with you-know-who, fucked a few female stars or two. Then a blue light, niggas move like Mike, shit, not to be fucked with. Muthafucka, better duck quick, ′cause me and my dogs love to buck shit. Fuck the luck, shit, strictly aim, no aspirations to quit the game. Spit your game, talk your shit, grab your gat, call your click, squeeze your clip, hit the right one. Pass that weed, I gotsta light one. All them niggas, I gotsta fight one. All them hoes, I gotsta like one. Our situation is a tight one. What you wanna do: fight or run? Seems to me that you′ll take B, Bone and B.I.G., nigga, die slowly. I′m a tell you like a nigga told me, cash rules everything ′round me. Shit, lyrically, niggas can′t see me. Fuck it. Buy the coke, cook the coke, cut it. Know the bitch, before you caught yourself lovin′ it. Nigga, roll the Benz, fuckin′ in it. Doesn′t it seem odd to you? B.I.G. come through with mobs and crews. Goodfellas down for the Mo Thug crew. Who′s the killa: me or you? Puff Daddy: We forgive you, for you know not what you do. Bizzy: Seven A.M. woke in the morning, with Hen and caffiene and green and nicotine. No dough, so pop a couple of those. Little RIPsta, nigga, Mr. Clean make it gleam, deep in my temple, and I go get sentimentally steamed with my instrumelody and heated especially for your team and the forty-five indeed will beam in between the seams, destroy your dreams. You willing to die? We′ll see how many flee when I ′cause the scene. We mean mug, Mo Thug, trained to be perfect disciples when it′s survival time, die by double-edged sword, triple six rivals spittin′ fire, that′s the real truth, bitch, breakin′ down for lives, my Messiah, better get ready for Armageddon, shoots expired, it′s wild. Bless the child, the one that became a man, but them positions′ already there, all that I had to do was stare. Test me now, contend, never no surrender, no pretend, pick up my gun in my hand, one of my trusty friend, friends. Hey, open and let ′em see if we′re real. We all suited, beg my pardon to Martin, baby, we ain′t marchi n′, we shootin′, and daily recrutin′. There′s a thug born everyday in the ghetto. We start ′em off little, we give ′em a bottle and a pen and pad. They hit the label, kick it. Krayzie: Little Kray roll on over to the dark spot, to the dome with a shot of burb, now me go back to the curb. Me feelin′ that urge to splurge, but I′m broke as fuck. ″Sin, gimme that Mossberg swerve.″ Off into my pad, ′cause I gotta get my mask and shells to put in this twelve-gauge sawed-off, get ′em mauled off, nigga, y′all lost. They get hauled off. Got a nigga callin′, though, for the pump, now Leatherface, Sin runnin′, thuggin′ and cuttin′, Lil′ Mo! Hart quick to pull it, ain′t nothin′. Bitch, if you′re steppin′, we′re buckin′ them guts. That′s fucked up. Now let me get down for the crime. Got to go purchase a dime, put in the state, nigga double the crime, smokin′ the reefer to ease my mind. Swig some wine, step on the block with the rocks, but really me servin′ ′em dummies, see. Gotta buck ′em on down, if they come talkin′ like, ″Give me back me money.″ Thuggin′ with me killas, need us a liter of liquor, but niggas ain′t got shit, but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get back ? Nigga like me fiendin′ for them green leaves, but I ain′t had no dough. Gotta make some money, so I makin′ my dummy rocks, if I go broke. It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie. It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . Layzie: [Yeah.] Little Lay, hey, comin′ in the form of scripture, fin to get ya and hit ya with magic, drivin′ out late, but I call on my gadgets. With an automatic status, we spray. Time to load the glocks, but I′m thinkin′ not, there′s another evil force tellin′ me to do what I gotta do, so I up my pipe, a nigga dyin′ tonight, and I′m always runnin′ from the boys in blue, biggy-blue′s on my ass. Now, I whip out the cellular phone to call Bone, ″What′s happenin′? Grab artillery. Niggas start packin′, ′cause a muthafucka tried to get me in a jackin′, and I did him.″ Hit ′em right between the eyes. The spot was wise. Wanna test a nigga′s size, and it cost him. Nigga fuck around with the wrong shit, y′all get mo mudered all day, all day. We can play that way, and I′m on the run. I′m a call my boys, and bring all the guns. Y′all niggas wanna have a little fun with #1, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum, rum, rum, rum, rum, rum, bloody red, redrum. Bizzy: It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie. It′s Bone and Biggie, Biggie . . . Krayzie: We gonna rock the party [rock the party, party]. Better run and tell everybody [everybody]. alternating with Layzie: Ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Let′s ride. Come on and . . . Bizzy: Get high, get high, get high . . . |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Thug World Order (2002)
Wassup? Nothin just bangin'. ["I see you tryin to play me" x4 in background] What's up wit you? That's cool Hey I just got a call from my momma, you know wha I'm sayin? Said she got call from my lawyer And guess what? [Krayzie - Hook] Lawyer just told me, he told me what it is That bastards not my babyyyyy. ["not mine" x4 in background] I see you tryin to play me, (babyyyyy [x2]) I see you tryin to play me. (babyyyyy [x2]) You know, why me? [x2] [Krayzie - Verse 1] I guess you blamed it on the wrong nigga, it ain't mine I took the test and the results read it, you was lyin. (bitch you was lyin, lyin) But you was cryin in my motherfuckin face And all the while tellin niggas how you fin to get paid off Kray' Thought you had a bone Bitch got shit all wrong, a y'all know I was suspicious from the front door, (front door) Wasn't surprised when the ho took me to court and say she want do Now the bitch has got the people in my business, (all in my business) They come to find out, ain't even one of my children You illin, playin with these kids man You're dead wrong, got this baby callin me daddy But daddy's a unsolved mystery Cause appearently mommy ain't carin what she sleeps now What ya gone do? Tell her the truth or say I left you, like ho's do [Krayzie - Hook] [repeat hook x2] [Layzie - Verse 2] I shoulda knew your ass was drama Round here tellin everybody yous my baby mama Sayin I'm a buy you this and that like I'm your fuckin sponser Look your honour, I ain't payin a dime Because that young'n right there mine I ain't lyin, I ain't no deadbeat daddy, with intent to be neglectin All I wanted was some sex, but now she tryin to get a check But baby hold on won't you wait a minute The DNA a read negative, fuckin these chickens ain't no way to live They tryin to get up in your pockets and break you down For 18 years, so who rapin who now Ninety-nine point nine percent not I mean I ain't that baby father, I ain't gotta be bothered With all that bullshit you stressin me with, testin my wits I'm just about to slap in the clip, and do me a bitch I'm through with this shit, I keep it real with my lady Now you chickens that play me, don't knock that nigga little Layzie [Child] Catch Mo-mmy, hey mommy where's my da-ddy, where's my da-ddy? [x4] [Bizzy - Verse 3] I chip in, cause I'm chillin enough Makin mill-i-ons, she wants some do, bitch NO! Go get a J-O-B Willin to help and I, help yourself for sho I better play daddy Comin out a woman in wich she never had me Sadly, always in transition leavin gladly Shit, I tried to be the papi Nothin 'gainst the baby, momma can't make me happy Fuck yeah I'm crazy, my father never knew about me I was young, while another man mad at me I got no real fam, maybe it's swellin straight God I love you Lay', noone get in the way [Krayzie - Hook] [repeat hook x2] [Wish - Verse 4] Why can't we pressure these broads, the way they pressure on us That paper came and it read that nigga wasn't my son Why can't we counter sue these bitches on the way they do us Test one, test two, said I wasn't the one So you can cancel that mo-ney! Ri-din!, and flossin my mo-ney! Oooh, I know you had a plan, lo-vely! I hope the real baby daddy live his life, y-eah! And you can tell your little girlfriend to stay out my face I see you ain't told her the results of what you got in your case You get's nada, what you ain't heard I ain't the real baby's father, not a dollar I guess the best is the best, somebody woulda got hurt Cause I ain't payin for nothin, I got for free with no work You so scandalous Heard about my Benz, look they came and tried to relate us Damn! [Krayzie - Hook] [repeat hook x4] Beitch [x3 til fade] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Thug World Order (2002)
Infrared scope, you put the dot on your target, then you blow the shit out the motherfucka, Im sure.....killings, robberies, mur-uhh....thievin and everything.....the whole nine yards...dope dealin, everything, everything you hear on our records....is true! |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
BTNHResurrection
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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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
BTNHResurrection
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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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up (1994)
My nigga just entered your business, so can I get a witness? Can you duck? Fuck the po-po, pow. Startin' to kick this,
gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up. Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs. Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click tight claim, come again, now. They drop down when I'm off the block. Fuck them cops. Me and Krayzie runnin' through the Boneyard, daily. Gotta give 'em up to the glock-glock, so I can serve me thugs and maintain to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs. Long live the dope game, and it won't end ya, as long as my niggas remember: no pretender. Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No surrender. No surrender. Layzie: Not wantin' the copper to hit me, a lick up, found me a victim to stick up, pick up, rollin' the nine-ball, slippin' that's why me trippin', bloody victim, get him when the time calls, dog. Take two-eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well, then Bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here comes them po-pos. Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on. Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on. Jump outta the hottie, move me body, hittin' them cuts and trails, runnin' like we lunatics, gotta make it back to (?). Escape and eludin' the chase, buckin' me gauge, so nigga, remember: me killa, me no surrender. Me killa, me killa, me killa . . . No surrender. | Wish: Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead, 'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red. And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up, because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up. Cop killas, all up in they chest, and I know what to do with that vest, man. Twenty-two shots. I killa. You don't wanna fuck with Bone, nigga. And it really ain't shit to pu1l a trigger on a copper, 'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down, 'cause I'm goin' down poppin'. So muthafuck all coppers. Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Krayzie: Ya better believe it's judgement day. So, nigga, just throw your pumps up in the air. Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just don't care. When they come, they come creepin'. Me peepin'. Gotta watch them po-pos sleepin', put 'em in deep in gutters. Me keepin' 'til a me rich and gotta get mine, every time. This'll be over in nine nine, so, nigga, get down for the crime, gonna be more coppers dyin' in the line of fire. With thugs when I be slangin' my drugs, tryin' to cuff me and my nigga boy, gotta rip them guts, and lay your head in blood. Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga. Bitch, remember: me killa. Me no surrender. Me no surrender. Nigga, me no surrender. Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya. Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya. Me no surrender. No surrender |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
Bizzy (Wish)
Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4) Layzie I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb. Get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve. Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us before. We're druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts! Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. Puttin' in work, and I hit 'em where it hurts. Puttin' it down. Bone first. And I'll hit 'em with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you wantin' to test Bone. The conse-sequences are fatal. Ready be strapped, pap, with-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin me label: Ruthless. And I steady be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah. For the love of the Wasteland Clair. For the love that brought me here. Droppin' P's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop your pistol now. If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. Harmony smooth with the thug shit. Mo Murda to the fools that clone. Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness. And it's war tryin' to craft these Bones. Bring on your stretchers, you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to cross this. Come and get that ass tossed by the boss, bitch! Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4) Krayzie Niggas come fuck with me now! Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump! Nigga that's my daily thang. Down with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. Bitch if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga we're comin' to cut 'cha. Everyday be the same old: St. Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs. But nigga back up it's a bone thing, what? Never takin' no shorts or no losses, creepin' up outta me clique see. Mo Murda! Mo Murda! And Ouija will be with me. Creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of money. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. Remember me no surrender. Kill 'em me dig real deep in a coffin. Me no pretender. Leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Wish Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in them coffins. Let 'em know when niggas run up, I gun 'em. Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let 'em drop, Mo Thug! Them niggas is nothing but killas. We creepin', we needin' more money. We seen and we caught and hung him, uh! I'm lovin' my thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas. The nigga you know that I heard you serve and murder all bustas now. Hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. And a nigga gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. Cockin' my pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what? Shoot a bitch just like a nigga, ain't no fear, for trigger you'll fall. It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine, yeah it's my time. Me and my thugs, smokin', chokin', let a nigga P.O.D. off that wine. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Flesh Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood. It'll be your loss. Even if you bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no good. Can't fuck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out. Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Clair, we strip 'em and beat they brains out. I gotta give P's to all of my trues steadily payin' them dues. We niggas with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin' on brew and actin' a fool. Mo Thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud, fiend for the green leaves. Nigga, quick pull out them trees. I pull out my cheese. Now, gimme, now, what me need. Remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you run up, I'm bound to rip ya. Me puttin' in work, pullin' me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it. Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the Bone'll take no shorts or losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Bizzy Boneyard! Pump nigga that's startin' some shit up, what? Little Ripsta, get 'cha. Cleveland thugs, all of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. Ready to fuck you up. Must bust them, and steady be dumpin', thuggin' on the Clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas. When a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll. Now they be gunnin' outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back door. Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your TEC, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride. Me killa, gravedigger nigga, comin' up out my trench. Rest In Peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire fence. Hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin'. Gotta watch when the po-po raisin' up upon me. Turn around and faced 'em. Pump, pump and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now). |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
Bizzy (Wish)
Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4) Layzie I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb. Get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve. Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us before. We're druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts! Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. Puttin' in work, and I hit 'em where it hurts. Puttin' it down. Bone first. And I'll hit 'em with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you wantin' to test Bone. The conse-sequences are fatal. Ready be strapped, pap, with-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin me label: Ruthless. And I steady be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah. For the love of the Wasteland Clair. For the love that brought me here. Droppin' P's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop your pistol now. If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. Harmony smooth with the thug shit. Mo Murda to the fools that clone. Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness. And it's war tryin' to craft these Bones. Bring on your stretchers, you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to cross this. Come and get that ass tossed by the boss, bitch! Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*4) Krayzie Niggas come fuck with me now! Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump! Nigga that's my daily thang. Down with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. Bitch if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga we're comin' to cut 'cha. Everyday be the same old: St. Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs. But nigga back up it's a bone thing, what? Never takin' no shorts or no losses, creepin' up outta me clique see. Mo Murda! Mo Murda! And Ouija will be with me. Creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of money. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. Remember me no surrender. Kill 'em me dig real deep in a coffin. Me no pretender. Leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Wish Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in them coffins. Let 'em know when niggas run up, I gun 'em. Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let 'em drop, Mo Thug! Them niggas is nothing but killas. We creepin', we needin' more money. We seen and we caught and hung him, uh! I'm lovin' my thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas. The nigga you know that I heard you serve and murder all bustas now. Hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. And a nigga gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. Cockin' my pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what? Shoot a bitch just like a nigga, ain't no fear, for trigger you'll fall. It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine, yeah it's my time. Me and my thugs, smokin', chokin', let a nigga P.O.D. off that wine. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Flesh Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood. It'll be your loss. Even if you bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no good. Can't fuck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out. Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Clair, we strip 'em and beat they brains out. I gotta give P's to all of my trues steadily payin' them dues. We niggas with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin' on brew and actin' a fool. Mo Thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud, fiend for the green leaves. Nigga, quick pull out them trees. I pull out my cheese. Now, gimme, now, what me need. Remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you run up, I'm bound to rip ya. Me puttin' in work, pullin' me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk it. Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the Bone'll take no shorts or losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Bizzy Boneyard! Pump nigga that's startin' some shit up, what? Little Ripsta, get 'cha. Cleveland thugs, all of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. Ready to fuck you up. Must bust them, and steady be dumpin', thuggin' on the Clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas. When a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll. Now they be gunnin' outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back door. Hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your TEC, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ride. Me killa, gravedigger nigga, comin' up out my trench. Rest In Peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire fence. Hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin'. Gotta watch when the po-po raisin' up upon me. Turn around and faced 'em. Pump, pump and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now). |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty [Explicit Version] (2007)
I'm gonna make sure you never forget me
Konvict Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me When I'm dead and gone they're gonna remember me as bein one of the livest Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside I pop in their mind, a silent killer Straight out the ghetto a grimy nigga With lyrics more potent than a viper's venom One bite could kill 'em, when I get in 'em Niggas never knew what'd hit em Legends For what we done did on these streets And what we done spit on these records Blessings We take em and put em on beats n we give em back no question Grandaddy of the mid-west Crazy Jackson The lyrical serial killer I fell em, the innocent niggaz is askin' about the mind I mastered When it comes to the rhyme I'm faster than half of these niggas rappin When it comes to the grind I'm mashin No time for second chances N when it all goes down and they put me in my grave "Fuck em all" across my tombstone and bury me with my guage Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me My reputation is solid gold And my street cred is all polished y'all Known as th little boss hog in the hood Boy in my hood I'm a superstar Niggas in th past try t hold a nigga down But I put in my work and checked it checked it Now these niggas respect it Knowin I'm th wrong one they wanna mess with From the gutter With my brothers Knowin on these ghetto streets they don love us Duckin these undercovers These muthafuckers doin everythin to try n bust us But these suckas, know they cant touch us They envy deep in they hearts Nigga if they ever try to rush Nigga they know we gon' rip em apart Niggas go hard, from th start Nigga this ? is my bodyguard Fuck with mine and I'll charge Little crazy-ass nigga at large Pullin cars, on these lanes Nigga I never let go of my heat Stand up man on his feet Little Lazyie Bone on this beat nigga Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me What I got to do for you not to forget who bought you with that straight thug spin Sped up a little bit with gangsta talk with that harmony all over it hey! Bones sing, n mixed in with that street talk N then the lazy ? get their creep on N he went home, but its all good He left the right ones an hes still in th hood Rest in peace, like him when I die I hope they remember me Thats why I know I gotta reach you with these beats Its not for nothin remember the thugs for the songs that we sung N makin it through that struggle, that struggle It aint easy believe me, we bleedin believe it Still goin with that hustle, gettin stronger so they remember me Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty (2007)
I'm gonna make sure you never forget me
Konvict Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me When I'm dead and gone they're gonna remember me as bein one of the livest Genuine ghetto survivors when they gain terror inside I pop in their mind, a silent killer Straight out the ghetto a grimy nigga With lyrics more potent than a viper's venom One bite could kill 'em, when I get in 'em Niggas never knew what'd hit em Legends For what we done did on these streets And what we done spit on these records Blessings We take em and put em on beats n we give em back no question Grandaddy of the mid-west Crazy Jackson The lyrical serial killer I fell em, the innocent niggaz is askin' about the mind I mastered When it comes to the rhyme I'm faster than half of these niggas rappin When it comes to the grind I'm mashin No time for second chances N when it all goes down and they put me in my grave "Fuck em all" across my tombstone and bury me with my guage Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me My reputation is solid gold And my street cred is all polished y'all Known as th little boss hog in the hood Boy in my hood I'm a superstar Niggas in th past try t hold a nigga down But I put in my work and checked it checked it Now these niggas respect it Knowin I'm th wrong one they wanna mess with From the gutter With my brothers Knowin on these ghetto streets they don love us Duckin these undercovers These muthafuckers doin everythin to try n bust us But these suckas, know they cant touch us They envy deep in they hearts Nigga if they ever try to rush Nigga they know we gon' rip em apart Niggas go hard, from th start Nigga this ? is my bodyguard Fuck with mine and I'll charge Little crazy-ass nigga at large Pullin cars, on these lanes Nigga I never let go of my heat Stand up man on his feet Little Lazyie Bone on this beat nigga Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me What I got to do for you not to forget who bought you with that straight thug spin Sped up a little bit with gangsta talk with that harmony all over it hey! Bones sing, n mixed in with that street talk N then the lazy ? get their creep on N he went home, but its all good He left the right ones an hes still in th hood Rest in peace, like him when I die I hope they remember me Thats why I know I gotta reach you with these beats Its not for nothin remember the thugs for the songs that we sung N makin it through that struggle, that struggle It aint easy believe me, we bleedin believe it Still goin with that hustle, gettin stronger so they remember me Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me Goin through these struggles everyday on this pavement In every hood I see 'em doin the same There's a lotta haters that dont want me to make it All I want is for you to remember my name So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me So that you'll never forget me |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
I87 is a lesson for them niggaz
that want to test bring more than cause me shotgun will be buckin your chest wanna be Mothug thugsta menatatlity runs through the BONE pop pop to the dome fall short to the crome get wraped that bitches on much love for the green leaves but me trues have to ease me down puff puff head rush popin in me clip and I got plenty rounds me n pretenda no studiothugsta BONE'll get wit cha straight #1 lil' rispsta swing watch him hit cha so we can swang(we can swang) down for my thang(down for my thang) finna blow to tha brain though you could hang when I swang them things thats insane stay low (so low) dem popo know me no surrender dem niggaz on tha street they remember as beeing no pretenda standin up on tha block 9 mm cocked and me hang, and me gott my niggaz lookin out for me back and them watch for them rocks and you know its nuthin but the neighboorhood thang its manditory for me neighboorhood slang |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
Verse 1: Flesh N Bone
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will I burn off in that lake now, Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake How many wait it's too late it's over now Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable, Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin' Betta plead to bloody Jesus Watch how the majesty control it Don't let it go slow down hold on Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah,Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind Hook: Bizzy Bone Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One Murder them mo (4x) Verse 2: Bizzy Bone If the world should end today! Fully automatic gunning through it Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em? Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym Hold on, motherfucking gun Another fifth took one hood shot she split up Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up So huff and make it settle Hook (2x) Verse 3: Layzie Bone Make me push this panic button nigga We moving like the Panthers in the sixties Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited You wit me nigga you wit me Millitant minded perfect timing it Always on the incline ah shit Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit Keeping real niggas rewinding this, Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland We call it thieving mind deceiving Hear the reasons for hustling 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 Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do Scream M-O-G and start blasting Nigga never did like them boyz in blue No regards for authorities, Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene Know what I mean you betta get wid the team Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga, We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control Just as those hoes nigga rose On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough Separated mine through prose, Open and close just like a case Place to place ya feeling ya safe HB all up in my face, And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy See me I'm stacked and ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach, Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket Ready to buck on the crowd, As long as that one little nigga Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking about he bout it bout it Nigga I got yo whole clik Real niggas don't run they mouth Real niggas make moves and get rich Verse 4: Flesh N Bone Mobbing in ah Expedition Thinking of ah proposition Settle my composition Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition Mo murda competition, How many niggas on the frontline Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine Nigga disrespect mine, How will you lose the chalk For marrow rip through thine spine If you wanna listen to what I say Hey gotta pay intuition, This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit Cause, my niggas, to exquisite I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson Here's a nice slug for you And my nitrogen glyc bomb Can land on them newly morgue I watch when they all come stormin' So when my one hit 'em up they fall Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun Bullets haul Hook 4x |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
Verse 1: Flesh N Bone
We in the last five days of these trials and tribulations And I'm waiting for the Lord oh please don't leave me forsaken Caught up in the doom prepare for Satan We facing a situation while I'm drunk and scared Heavily sedated wonder will I make it to the pearly gates Or will I burn off in that lake now, Could you feel the earthquake shaking the dead awake How many wait it's too late it's over now Niggas had a lack of faith so life ain't straight, if you incapable, Having a little trouble a day wid ah fiend or somethin' Betta plead to bloody Jesus Watch how the majesty control it Don't let it go slow down hold on Now can I get a witness shout Hallelujah,Amen I'm feeling the Holy Ghost makin' moves through ya Smooth, I made it to free your mind to the rhythm I got designed when the world drop dimes This world you'll fine there's no other like my kind Hook: Bizzy Bone Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One, Code Murder One Murder them mo (4x) Verse 2: Bizzy Bone If the world should end today! Fully automatic gunning through it Gunning thangs, red rummed when strumming pain Mo murda, I heard 'em holla holla, clock dollas Swallow me baby cause we balling hollow point tips to the CI Enemies keep rolling, get 'em off that flaunted fluid Making me nauseous cautious these niggas is flossing My Nina Ross tossed out I'm slaucing It's for the auction rapper bop the copper got gospel on 'em Who wanna magnum? Who wanna tag 'em? Bag 'em up ain't no problem, baby(bitch) Smoked out in high school Sleeping the fifth grade selling chicken Gotta get paid we in the kitchen Cooking up grade and baby go on go grym Hold on, motherfucking gun Another fifth took one hood shot she split up Talking bout the get up for everyone ya lit up and hit up So huff and make it settle Hook (2x) Verse 3: Layzie Bone Make me push this panic button nigga We moving like the Panthers in the sixties Khaki suited booted my thugs recruited You wit me nigga you wit me Millitant minded perfect timing it Always on the incline ah shit Nigga that's down for the grind ah shit Keeping real niggas rewinding this, Deep in the ghetto in the streets ah Cleveland We call it thieving mind deceiving Hear the reasons for hustling 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 Now nigga now what ya gon' do when they come for you Well I'ma tell ya right now what we gon' do Scream M-O-G and start blasting Nigga never did like them boyz in blue No regards for authorities, Wanna dump ah nigga up wid the ferozine Oh you invited to the bloody ass whore scene Know what I mean you betta get wid the team Cause this is the soldiers ready for war nigga, We from way down under nigga been waiting for the day To let off these rounds it's thunder, it's thunder Got my mind made up, and if niggas str8 balling up outta control Just as those hoes nigga rose On ah mission tryin' ta get that dough Separated mine through prose, Open and close just like a case Place to place ya feeling ya safe HB all up in my face, And it just ain't safe it just ain't safe safe I'm knowing they want me to catch it in war Boy boy I seek and destroy any nigga that throw the decoy See me I'm stacked and ripping shit Taking off my shirt and breaking them sweats Tattoos all over my body 7 on the stomach, Skull on my chest, Nine millimetre in my pocket Ready to buck on the crowd, As long as that one little nigga Sagging and bragging and talking loud Talking about he bout it bout it Nigga I got yo whole clik Real niggas don't run they mouth Real niggas make moves and get rich Verse 4: Flesh N Bone Mobbing in ah Expedition Thinking of ah proposition Settle my composition Feeling relentless fucking up gun condition Mo murda competition, How many niggas on the frontline Ready for whateva my nigga wid yo tech nine Nigga disrespect mine, How will you lose the chalk For marrow rip through thine spine If you wanna listen to what I say Hey gotta pay intuition, This ain't no free exploit of an exhibit Cause, my niggas, to exquisite I'm so armageddon, just as my Smith & Wesson Here's a nice slug for you And my nitrogen glyc bomb Can land on them newly morgue I watch when they all come stormin' So when my one hit 'em up they fall Let off wid ah little frustration bust my gun Bullets haul Hook 4x |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up (1994)
Ouija are you with me? Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now. Dear Mr. Ouija, I want to know my future, will I die of murda, of bloody murda? Come come again, Murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda. [Simultaneously, repeated:] Mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda. Ouija are you with me? With me. Ouija are you with me? I'm here. Will I die of murda? |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
Krayzie & Wish
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight. Layzie & Bizzy See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous. Krayzie & Wish And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price. Layzie & Bizzy Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo' Krayzie Don't be fuckin' with my money. Nigga, no. See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all. Pump slugs. When blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall, now, dog, who ya gonna call? Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off, and Leathaface is not a punk-bitch, so a nigga just can't fuck me. Nigga better have me cash, or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast. Now, test me. Never ever let a nigga ride. When he think he fin to slide, pump him in the spine. Get him for the money. Nigga tried to play me and dash, and that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass. They telly. And me never want to see no, oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga's ends low. If he scared to smoke a primo, gotta go whether fiends in the clique?that's a no-no. Gotta make that money, man. Gimme all my change. It's a murder thang, now. Even in the dummy game, niggas comin' up slain for collectin' they claim. Now, Leathaface, me pick up me gauge, grab the mask, and, nigga, me blast, so ya better re spect us, when you see the bill collector rippin', killin' niggas for that mad money thang. Layzie Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with trues, nothin' to lose, everything to prove. Little thug from the C-Town, never caught sleepin', always on the come up creepin', runnin' this shit, now. Puttin' that Bone down. Gotta let a nigga know for the love of cheese, movin' thangs in the '95. Rollin' with Ruthless, thuggin' with my niggas from the Clair, and we smokin' them green leaves. Fuck with me, now. Oh, nigga, don't test Rest, Strate, Leathaface in the place on a mission. Don't be messin' with my bankroll. Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes. And I'm bettin' on me takin' no more losses, put 'em in a coffin, and they life is better off, and these niggas--they don't know me--they can't know me. Thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin' with the muthafuckin' Bone, see. Nigga, gotta get me mine on the nine-nine. In the '95, bodies droppin'. When you hear my pistol select ya dome, respect that true house or underground shit, Mr. Bill Collector--Bone. Krayzie & Wish Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight. Layzie & Bizzy See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous. Krayzie & Wish And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price. Layzie & Bizzy Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo' Wish Nigga, take it off. Thank you. Please don't make me stack ya. Time to pay the bill, write your check up all night, catch a slug or chill. Bill collectors, better respect them Mo Thugs. Sellin' drugs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum, check 'em. Click-click, fall to the ground. When the glock pop, make your chest pump blood. And takin' too long, better drop it on down, or ya catchin' two to the head. Shoulda gave 'em up, bitch, to the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now, you're dead (yeah). Gotta pull that nine on the niggas everytime, sellin' rocks on the nine-nine. Gotta put him on the pave. If ya want to die, put 'em in the grave, better give me all them dimes. (mine!) Krayzie (Layzie) I didn't want to take his life, but the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello. (I see me, the murderer.) (*4) Bizzy Sawed-off pumpin', dumpin' steadily. All the way to the other side we ride. Sherm, when I hit that chrome and now, niggas is 'bout to die. Thugsta theivin' off in Cleveland, and I couldn't sell out my city. Murder now to come up, move, Bone'll be bringin' that city, with me, pin me. Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't fuck with brains. Put in my mind off onto my murder. Murder y'all all, and I flees the scene clean. And I'm out to fade 'em. Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em. Better pray to save 'em, but it won't any good, now. Bang, bang. Caution to loss in me brain, get 'em up off the 'caine. Bang! Kill a nigga. Bang! Peel a trigger. Bang! Comin' up out to wet 'em, man. Off with the blood, put 'em in the mud with a slug, thug gotta get paid. Reachin' on back as we bail to pick up me shells. I slip in the buck, and the gauge spray. Sawed-off on the block, cocked, ready to pop ya, now. 'Cause broke gets played, this dope get paid, and nigga, come drop it down. Krayzie & Wish Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight. Layzie & Bizzy See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous. Krayzie & Wish And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price. Layzie & Bizzy Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the Fo'-Fo' Frankie Faison (from "Coming To America") Your rent's due, muthafucka! |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
[Hook:] Mo murda mo murda Come come again [Repeat 8x] [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Dear Mr.Ouija, Let 'em know who the boss is So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love, Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome, Gotta haunt that dome, Folla me roll stroll down East 1999 Gotta find these row hoes, Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden Nigga you was off inna my hood? I'm a, real thuggish nigga, So a, I would have to kill ya so die, Popped off to the coffin, Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain, Nigga got ta fucked up bang Taking no shorts so fuck ya man, Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies, Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain, Hey we slay niggas who think we play, Nigga, me deadly wid the gun, Machete be dipped in rum, Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin' Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead, I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda That's what Ouija said, Gotta put one in ya head, Bang, We coming to serve ya, Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda [Hook] [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Will I die of murda bloody mo murda, Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily? Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em up wid me thugs, See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs Givin' up shots out to the glock glock Eighty eight to the ten five, Them killas be pumpin' them slugs, Niggas be fiendin' me daily, Me silence me twelve guage eruption, And I'm on a road to destruction And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me, Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya Number one assassin's still the realer nigga Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind, Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man, So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game? And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful, My twelve guage just so forceful, So playa hate when I'm in ya town The nigga me bucking 'em down And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas, Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas, Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now, Put 'em on the ground, lay down, Nigga check my thang the way that we swang When I'm coming to serve ya, Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin' Mo murda mo murda [Hook] [Verse 3: Wish Bone] Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run Can't get away from my shotgun Leavin' them bodies fucked up, Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone, Nigga wanna die when fuckin' wid, Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch, Now you wanna catch some bang bang Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang, What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya? You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda Better pack that five five, I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite, You don't wanna hear that glock pop, When the glock pop pop don't stop, We all about murda mo, Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go, We straight from Cleveland, Clack back nigga ya bleeding, You don't wanna fuck wid Bone, Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone If you wanna die bye, See you in the gutter let mama cry, Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump, Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda [Hook] [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone] Eternally thugsta style, Will I die of murda now? East ninety nine follow me grind And all descending that body underground, way down Me ride and everyone dies, And I, rolling wid my killas, And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie, Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em That'll be little Ripsta, sinister Kill y'all, put 'em in the river, Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin' Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em All up off inna the coffin, Ready to fade 'em, To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions, Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay Found out none of my niggas was bluffing, For the love of the murda man the murda game The same but a bang bang bang, Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off St Clair stays, down for the murda mo Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze, You know, nigga we can't be bluffing We bannnggg insane, When I put one to your temple, Mo murda then blow out ya brain Mo murda mo murda Come come again, Come bloody murda ['til fade] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Thug World Order (2002)
thangs can get rouf when u live in the ghetto you gotta survive no matter the pain nigga could b hurtin life could be hurtin nigga fa surtin this is a game man play it ta win never let the system think they got chu if u relentless they cant stop you let em hang they gone watch you yea we the enemy's of the world wont let no territories hol me gots to get up get out an get something that's what they told me back in the dayz didn't have no pops tah piss when in the door wit out em now im ballin an doin my thug thang laughin at them dollars holla holla if u hear me shorty ima live ever day if its my last only the winner gonna get the glory what u thought I play for keeps put it down wicked in these streets heavily armored wit the heat jus in case a nigga want the some heat being broke I know the feeling that's y im paper chasein this cash better b smart an keep a stash never no how long its gone last you do the math hustling niggas multiply ___ bone thugs lil layzie 30 million an counting come on Hook money money that mighty dollar dollar gotta get my grind on grind on grind on I don't wana b broke no more x 2 Bizzy u cant break me none of u niggas can stop me an none of u niggas can hurt me an even worse comes to verse time to get down an dirty fuck the qujie cant curse me NWA Eazy-E that's the nigga that birth me thug style muthafucka nigga ___tied by the testify satan cant confide my peers no__ inside my fears dropped tears for niggas that died imma b sanctified mind gone an I think we running bloody___ an the got damned baby's daddy an imma b damned to hell if I don't provide an that's y I yell B-E-N-Z ride straight to the corner down to the side(yea) in the B-E-N-Z rollin around the corner with the F- O-R-T-S-E-V-E-N an nigga cant fuck wit me not even the devil wit the B-O-N-E T-H-U-G spell it muthafucka Hook Wish scantless straight up outta the hood type nigga stick ups, robberys, then we didn't give fuck niggas any ways for money so we mashed we dashed, get paid right in ___ twisted in some part an im getting up in that ass ___ ur money keep it comin show me love we make this gotta get my __slip its about mine its harder to get im serious don't play gotts to pay wish the streets will come back real fast on that ass ya feel me cuz I don't wanna b broke no more standing in front of the liquor store wit rocks no more came from anit never hadin that to been an done that its like reversing time in my mind I cant go back fuck that Hook Krayzie I come up wit nigga never had nuthin but hard times I was always grinding Anit fuckin around in the hood into the bullshit but im surviving I gotta get me some money man for the love of the cheddar a nigga will rob yo ass if I caught a nigga flossin cash we was four niggas, an we shown niggas, an u know niggas gotta scheme an cop on some green, an lookin fo everything an flez the seen, clean an we was niggas who stood on the block an caught a few rocks a couple of glocks when the cops came nobody had the nuts to say are name they call me the dummy man I sell em a fat 20 piece an reach for me pump pump (pump pump cuz the fiends they get awfully mad when they c that I fucked up shit an took em for they last dollar hey holla man I anit giving a fuck its do or die so get on the ground lay it down give me some money my nigga pow I anit awaiting I need it now (right now) anit 2 nuthing changed im still on the grind in deuce double o deuce im jus a little more serious bout my reefa here (my show me) Hook Krayzie let me here u say make money money make money money make it, let me here u say take money money take money money take it (x2) dollar bill ya'll that dollar bill I gotta gotta gotta have that dollar bill ya'll, that dollar bill ya'll that dollar bill ya'll I gotta gotta gotta gotta have that dollar bill ya'll |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up (1994)
For tha love of money. Ummm, ooohohohwell, well, wellooooh. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money, ahhhahhh(For tha love of money.)ahhhoh yeah! (For tha love of money.) Ahh harderahh(For tha love of money)ah ahhh ahhh umm. (For tha love of money) For tha love of Moneeeeeyyyy! (For tha love of money.) What people will do for tha love of money (For tha love of money.) For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For the love of money. For the love of money. For the love of money. For the love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. Oh come on baby, unngh harder(For tha love of money.)oh harder, harder, ohyeah! (For tha love of money.) Umm damn, work it aww yeah, (For tha love of money.) Aww umm ahhumm. (For tha love of money) For tha loveoohove of money. (For tha love of money) W hat people will do for tha love of money! (For tha love of money.) You're just a sinner for tha love of money. (For tha love of money) don't' you know, don't you know, don't you know that money is the root of (For tha love of money) evil. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money. For tha love of money |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
[Hook:] Mo murda mo murda Come come again [Repeat 8x] [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone] Dear Mr.Ouija, Let 'em know who the boss is So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love, Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome, Gotta haunt that dome, Folla me roll stroll down East 1999 Gotta find these row hoes, Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden Nigga you was off inna my hood? I'm a, real thuggish nigga, So a, I would have to kill ya so die, Popped off to the coffin, Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain, Nigga got ta fucked up bang Taking no shorts so fuck ya man, Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies, Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain, Hey we slay niggas who think we play, Nigga, me deadly wid the gun, Machete be dipped in rum, Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin' Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead, I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda That's what Ouija said, Gotta put one in ya head, Bang, We coming to serve ya, Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda [Hook] [Verse 2: Layzie Bone] Will I die of murda bloody mo murda, Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily? Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall So I'ma murda them baby Get 'em up wid me thugs, See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs Givin' up shots out to the glock glock Eighty eight to the ten five, Them killas be pumpin' them slugs, Niggas be fiendin' me daily, Me silence me twelve guage eruption, And I'm on a road to destruction And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me, Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya Number one assassin's still the realer nigga Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind, Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man, So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game? And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful, My twelve guage just so forceful, So playa hate when I'm in ya town The nigga me bucking 'em down And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas, Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas, Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now, Put 'em on the ground, lay down, Nigga check my thang the way that we swang When I'm coming to serve ya, Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin' Mo murda mo murda [Hook] [Verse 3: Wish Bone] Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run Can't get away from my shotgun Leavin' them bodies fucked up, Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone, Nigga wanna die when fuckin' wid, Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch, Now you wanna catch some bang bang Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang, What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya? You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda Better pack that five five, I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite, You don't wanna hear that glock pop, When the glock pop pop don't stop, We all about murda mo, Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go, We straight from Cleveland, Clack back nigga ya bleeding, You don't wanna fuck wid Bone, Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone If you wanna die bye, See you in the gutter let mama cry, Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump, Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda [Hook] [Verse 4: Bizzy Bone] Eternally thugsta style, Will I die of murda now? East ninety nine follow me grind And all descending that body underground, way down Me ride and everyone dies, And I, rolling wid my killas, And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie, Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em That'll be little Ripsta, sinister Kill y'all, put 'em in the river, Bodies shiver, FUCK that nigga Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin' Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em All up off inna the coffin, Ready to fade 'em, To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions, Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay Found out none of my niggas was bluffing, For the love of the murda man the murda game The same but a bang bang bang, Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off St Clair stays, down for the murda mo Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze, You know, nigga we can't be bluffing We bannnggg insane, When I put one to your temple, Mo murda then blow out ya brain Mo murda mo murda Come come again, Come bloody murda ['til fade] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Krayzie:
Yeah, come on, come on, come on. This is my family. This is my family, my family. Mo Thug music, Mo Thug music. Sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along. It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, [sing along, sing along] Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, [sing, sing, sing, sing along, sing along] Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug. Tre: My family, oh, it means so much to me. Everywhere we go, playa haters gonna hate and that's for sure. My family tree recruited on this thugsta groove. Whatcha gonna do when they come for you? Tony Tone and Boogie Nikke: I love my family, this Mo Thug family, you mean the world to me. Heaven's where we gonna be. Together, together we stand. Together we fall, ya'll. I never turn my back on y'all [Mo Thug]. I got my halo cocked, goin' out with y'all, ya'll. Layzie: Come and look at this world that's ever so cruel, but the good Lord blessed us. Gave me true family I can depend on, 500 Benz with the Synchro rims on, now I can get off when the wind blow, but I'd like to thank You, Jesus Christ, for givin' for givin' up Your life for us. Now, I can think twice, 'fore roll the dice, advice from a thug, tell mommy I love her everyday, think of her. Take a look at your thugs to the front of the line. Hear the thunder grind off in my mind. We done partied overtime. Destruction, terror, oh what an era, let's get it together 'fore it's over. Be a soldier like my Mo Thug family. Cat Cody: They never ever turned their backs on me [backs on me] when I was down. My Mo Thugs is always around, and if there comes a time to pick or choose [pick or choose], my Mo Thugs won't never lose [don't ya know your gonna lose]. We are the thugs. Yeah, we be those children [gotta be that child]. We gotta keep on thuggin', that's how we make our livin' [gotta make my money, man, it's still the same, yeah]. Jhaz: You know who I be, once again, comin' at you. It's Jhaz [Jhaz], megablast, top class, black Jag, cream rag. Playa, better check your hand, look out for the New Breed. Brina: Females comin' for ya, Mo Thug family roots runs too deep. 'Brina trippin' on these haters surroundin' us trues on a daily basis. Smiling faces, jealous of this Mo Thug flippin' on the risin' status. Ken Dawg [with Tre]: Yeah, yeah, my family, yeah, my family, Mo Thug. [It's my family Mo Thug.] Tell me who the coldest [the coldest] the playa you know? I know for sure, sure, rollin' with Mo, rollin' with Mo [rollin'], you'll fall, gotta go, 'cause we survivin' these remainin' years. When the smoke clears, no fear, [no, no fear] no tears, no tears. Tre: When there's a problem I can't solve, my family gets involved. We've been here through thick and thin. On my thugs I can depend. Souljah Boy: Been down from the getty go, since any a you, can you feel me though? Mo Thug takin' over from the north to west. Wanna test? Better come prepared with your Smith and Wesson, now learn the lesson, stop stressin', be true to the game, Mo Thug runnin' everythang, everythang, everythang. Tre: We are soldiers, now, we want to thank you for the time you've took to listen to our funky groove. Sin: I guess if it was not for them blessings, weak evil thought would control my whole existence. We preach and speak true belief from, but then this family tree would fall, crumble like Sodom, Gomorrah. Tombstone: Can't duck, can't run from the cut, back up the wasteland field, peel for mine, the deal, how the click be real with it. My family tree standin' strong. Gates: Natural born in the world of madness, no gladness, leave a nigga insane, gotta change my way 'fore the darkest day. Clickin' tight 'til the end with the gang. Krayzie: Come on, come on and swing this way [swing this way]. It got to be harmony. Evil'll be done, wicked erased, erased. Humbly united gatherin' souls understood. Mo Thug, Mo Thug, love 'em like one of my own. Hold on, I bet ya we'll never go wrong, if we stay strong against the evil that be tryin' to split ya. He, who gets conflict, must just be weak. It's gettin' clearer and clearer [and clearer]. Enemies want to break my family down, pinnin' it. If we ever needed the Lord, we need Him now. Amen. Amen. Bless the Mo Thug children, and could You watch over mine for me? Get up, get pumped, do what ya want just don't insult my game. Nigga, this is a family thang. 'Til I take one to the brain, I'll remain the same. You look out for me. I look out for you. This is what you do to unite your trues. It's all about Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug, Mo Thug. |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about...
Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug So follow me if you want to feel the thug love Eternal thug Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug Come follow me if you want to feel the thug love Eternal thug Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug So follow me if you want to feel the thug love Eternal thug Much love, much love, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug Come follow me if you want to feel the thug love You know we thuggish ruggish And yo, we're good humble people On the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony so peaceful We're so thuggish ruggish And to, we're good humble people On the grind to teach the world to be a thug in harmony so peaceful (peaceful) Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about... Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, it's all about.. Mo thug, mo thug, mo thug, mo thug |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
(hook - krayzie) 2x
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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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Btnhresurrection (2000)
(hook - krayzie) 2x
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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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Layzie:
It's all about Mo Trues Humbly United Gathering Souls. Babi Boi, my Angel, Daddy'll meet you at the Crossroads [Crossroads]. Bizzy: Babi Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. [Everybody] Everybody by now should know my label, my thugsta, these things guidin' your struggles. All it is, is about this hustle, whatever it takes to piece this puzzle, why declare war on these fakers and haters eliminate us, traitors (...?...) These are the days of our lives [lives]. Do or die, (that died to Boo--he go bye) whom die they lie in the face of our society. Try at of every attempt to quiet me, I got a nation that's down to ride with me. Here's the deal, can I get a witness? It's deeper than survival. Who am I? My brother's keeper? Yeah, I be clutchin' on my Bible, willing to die. The wicked is near me, dearly departed, but nobody hears me. Is we all gon' fall in misery? It's so serious, it bring tears to me. Ears to the street, like a drum to the beat, creepin' up my block. I'm already knowin' a nigga wanna do me, so I stay strapped. (Don't pose for the cop), crooked cops, they gonna harass me, ask me the same ol' bullshit questions, knowin' I'm a thug with bud for days, keepin' a pistol in my possession, but a thuggish ruggish soldier like myself gon' move on, and prevail, avoid jail, collect my mill with my Bones, splittin' domes. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, don't make me hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, make a move and I'll have to hurt ya. Come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, come on, all about that bloody murder. Bizzy: Baby Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. Still to this day, it's a struggle, addicted to trouble, we never goin' change. Mom made us thugs, see. Soldiers, I think we must be to O.G. (?) loves thee. Mama plead my family tree never helped a mother come up, seen it was hard tryin' to bring her sons up--they dwelled on the worse and ate nothin' for done up, comin' up, made it, eternal. If I struggle, thank God. I'm a count my blessin', trouble but never no stressin', just called it a lesson, 'cause life will be runnin' that test and better off in a cell. See a nigga walkin' the streets, and they label us foolish children, 'cause I always knew this, while the rest of my days I be livin' in Ruthless. Fuck what you're thinkin', law, my Judge is up Heaven. Look at my stomach and see the "7," even scales is how I'm bailin', rebellin', tellin' y'all nothin' but a soldier tells, critic can kiss my ass. I might go to thinkin' about my past, get mad, I reach in my stash and blast. Fuck all y'all that treated a nigga like we wasn't shit, and soon as we hit, now what do we get? These fake-ass niggas tryin' to get in our click, all on our dick, but you can miss me, actin' phony in my presence, love it or leave it. You can't believe it. It ain't that season. Get to steppin', hater. Only Mo Thug allowed, say it loud, Mo Thug and I'm proud. Mo Thug and I'm proud. Loud! Proud! Loud! Proud! Bizzy: Baby Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. Better watch for the nightfall when them come, better watch out for the night stormers. No light's in sight when them run, but then once we warn ya, caught ya slippin' up out of your game, playa. Wasteland soldier, see what we facin', chasin' po-po on the hood like Jason, casin' your set, fin to blow your station instantly. Fin to be World War 3 if ya fuck with my family, try to test the men, and we single-handedly take over your mind and the rest of the planet. See, I'll be damned if we surrender, agenda's still no pretender, put it all down, make 'em all remember: deep in Hell is where I'll send ya. Welcome to the Land of more indo. We smoke. We choke. You know we blaze. Break out any cup with the pipe, what's up? Parlay, come around my way. Lay keep it real. Keep it real. Peace be still, time after time, can't forget that money, man, that money, man. Mo' money be on mind, bottom line. Bizzy: Baby Boi . . . Layzie: Mind of a souljah, mind of a souljah, release and feel me. |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
Doom, doom, doom, doom, me killa, (Bone…) me killa, (…Bone…) me killa. (…Bone*…) Drug dealers, and less niggas, 'less niggas, 'less niggas. Come again me say me killa, me killa, me killa. Gravedigger, and less niggas, 'less niggas, 'less niggas. Caught 'cha slippin' so I had to put a slug up in your chest. Should have worn that vest. Talkin' shit'll only get your ass put to rest. So nigga come come flex. Hey! Get the llello. Don't fuck with the Bone. When I'm hangin' and bangin' and slangin, swangin' blows to the dome. Nigga watch that chrome. Bodybag that ass on home. Killa, me killa.
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
Doom, doom, doom, doom, me killa, (Bone…) me killa, (…Bone…) me killa. (…Bone*…) Drug dealers, and less niggas, 'less niggas, 'less niggas. Come again me say me killa, me killa, me killa. Gravedigger, and less niggas, 'less niggas, 'less niggas. Caught 'cha slippin' so I had to put a slug up in your chest. Should have worn that vest. Talkin' shit'll only get your ass put to rest. So nigga come come flex. Hey! Get the llello. Don't fuck with the Bone. When I'm hangin' and bangin' and slangin, swangin' blows to the dome. Nigga watch that chrome. Bodybag that ass on home. Killa, me killa.
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
We Thuggish Ruggish niggaz always
And we ready to bring a War with you man, with you man Look into my eyez and tell me what it is you see (would you look into my eyez) Look into my eyez and tell me what it is you see (would you tell me what) BIZZY: Comin through the door with my militia wanna give break to big niggaz fuck ya'll but there ain't no bodyguardz I'm diggin in Soldier Killaz, been livin all my live long niggaz always maintained givin my babies all of my money but my diamonds still will be shining my game you know me homies got mo love and I'm blessed when I'm rollin my sentence cuz I'm blessed with Mo Thug gotta keep the Lord up over my shoulders Jesus sent me his roll, a loco sober on a revolver hold em down buck em all to Hell cuz I'll sho'nuff let them see that the bullet hole was too much no luck to get "Doed" up all of your niggaz is out the surges, say that your body better not get sawed off hold up and wait a minute its time for MO THUG bet ya'll niggaz need to get read CHORUS KRAYZIE Its a feelin a day when they hate to see me but they can never fade me them stuffed in the trunk of my Mercedes, Krayzie ready and you can believe it true when you leavin, wanna get even? We get even, finna set it off in Cleveland welcome to the party but no Pro-BONE imitators allowed cuz we ain't tryin to front nobody, but you rap with a Bone-ify everybody say the same thing way back in the days a couple might have been twisted but man really been caught what they sayin man cuz if he did, wouldn't go ballistic now if you could LOOK INTO MY EYEZ and tell me directly what you see I'd tell you that your probably seeing revenge and its filling within buck em all if I can't get my respect come on ya'll put them to red (red) with a ugly ugly mess but never the less we won't stress it LAYZIE All I see is a soldier, pistol and holster givin you the most a toast to them thugs it be nothing but the love and bud that we brought to the table and these haters wanna test get slugged put em in the mud Harmony smooth with Thugness, Mo Murda to the fools that cloned 5 true thugs down for the roughness and its one when you grab these Bones, we can get it on and I'm frontin all ya fakers ya'll know who you are when ya'll tried that rollin with the East since 93 shuttin shit down in the industry, nigga can you buy that? I know everybody wanna roll with Pros and make friends to foes but we're Chosen God done blessed us with this potion pure devotion freely spoken baby you don't wanna see the BONE ever, see together my click too clever ridin through the days of the stormy weather remember Eternal it means forever lasting #1 Assassin blastin, bashin on all you haters with boards all the Heavens gonna be ruined, truez when He come we won't be losing, prove them wrong. . . WISH I see five Thuggish Ruggish them ready to roll wherever I go true to prove that you ain't wanna be a killa but I gotta get down for mine thats for sho' he out there clownin around, you rhyme the style you got is all mine when I see you bitch I'm going in your pockets double-time and its like that you don't want that come and get some pap-pap wanna sound like, wanna be like uh now you know we can't have dat why you clones wanna bite the Bone's raps? Platinum raps everybody startin ain't doing nothin, trying to make something out of nothin, buck it lets peel caps lyrically put em down,Bone put him in his place you one of you biters, you biters, you biters, you biters you biters hey now Look Into My Eyez bet you'll see a really thuggin Thug, puttin it down for HARMONY |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty [Explicit Version] (2007)
[Chorus: Mariah Carey + (J.D.)]
(y'all know what this is is!) can I get a little bit a L-O-V-E? (MC) can ya spend a little bit of dough on me? (Bone Thugs) can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E (the lil homeboy Bow Wow) boy if ya wanna make it (MC) could ya gotta give a little bit a.. (what's your perspective?) [Mariah Carey + (Krayzie Bone)] monday we will not, (I'm outta love) tuesday you had time, (and macked it all) we just break up again you want me to let you back in but tonight I'm like no ohh, uh uh uh ohh, my box has opened my body has all said yes, I hate this mess boy you just ain't no good for me this ain't no way real love should be.. took you back once, took you back twice took you back, three, four, five times they said these streets is over boy youve been close to lies took you back once, took you back twice took you back, three, four, five times cant see the light, but you, somebody help me! [J.D.] Krayzie! give her a lil bit [Krayzie Bone] now you look from the jump and a nigga was thugged out, but you bugged out, n start trippin flippin' on me all time.. and its been like this all my life..no matter how I try guess it's the thug in me, got my mind on my money man I'm spending my time on the grind tryna shine, I'm concentrating on running thangs I've been tryna hold it down, and you steady tellin' me it's over now she always talk loud, she always leave me but always come back around that's just what we go through, and you know it's so true every time I slip up she behind me, gon' be right there to remind me [Chorus] [J.D.] Uh yea, haha, just a lil bit, Layzie! give her a lil bit [Layzie Bone] can we take a long walk on the beach, get away from the streets baby girl, me and you need to rendezvous Cancun next week, how that sound to you? I've been meaning to spend a little time witchu I can tell you fed up from all of the promises I've been making lately and I had to deliver but I been so caught in my hustle, tryna make this payment and I shoulda considered your feelings I shoulda been better about it I shoulda been grown, not childish I shoulda been way more polished but my hustle done paid off, and I'm ready to spoil you..love come look, what cha boy gon do? (gone do), let me make this up to you (to you) [Chorus] [J.D.] Uh, uh, Bow Wow! give her a lil bit [Bow Wow] weezy girl, I can't believe what you sayin' you know you got it, should meet with my fans but every time I get a break I'm layin where? in your arms all night and day playin' you wont some time, I send you jacob, want sunshine then take a vacation we ain't gon make it if you keep complainin, everybody go through changes love is a dangerous (thing) (why?) it's full of happy and sad faces break it up to make up later, talk it out so it ain't no anger we need more communication, you should have some consideration 'cause you knew from the day we met what, what type of player you was dealing wit. haha [Chorus] [J.D.] Uh huh, uh huh, wish! give her a lil bit [Wish Bone] everything I do, just for me and you, stack a little paper so its never rainy days I got you, but just for me then you got to, understand that I hustle, hustle diamonds things, I gotta hustle, hustle, anything that brings the weight up see a real thug too its in his nature, its in his nature not tryna say that you about that paper, but me and you, yes we like that paper overseas trips, diamonds on the wrists, you must admit, your boy gets that paper I like bossin, girl, girl, but you beside me, slide wit me, slide wit me try and take it away thats when I ride and ride [Chorus] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Strength & Loyalty (2007)
[Chorus: Mariah Carey + (J.D.)]
(y'all know what this is is!) can I get a little bit a L-O-V-E? (MC) can ya spend a little bit of dough on me? (Bone Thugs) can I get a little bit a ya T-I-M-E (the lil homeboy Bow Wow) boy if ya wanna make it (MC) could ya gotta give a little bit a.. (what's your perspective?) [Mariah Carey + (Krayzie Bone)] monday we will not, (I'm outta love) tuesday you had time, (and macked it all) we just break up again you want me to let you back in but tonight I'm like no ohh, uh uh uh ohh, my box has opened my body has all said yes, I hate this mess boy you just ain't no good for me this ain't no way real love should be.. took you back once, took you back twice took you back, three, four, five times they said these streets is over boy youve been close to lies took you back once, took you back twice took you back, three, four, five times cant see the light, but you, somebody help me! [J.D.] Krayzie! give her a lil bit [Krayzie Bone] now you look from the jump and a nigga was thugged out, but you bugged out, n start trippin flippin' on me all time.. and its been like this all my life..no matter how I try guess it's the thug in me, got my mind on my money man I'm spending my time on the grind tryna shine, I'm concentrating on running thangs I've been tryna hold it down, and you steady tellin' me it's over now she always talk loud, she always leave me but always come back around that's just what we go through, and you know it's so true every time I slip up she behind me, gon' be right there to remind me [Chorus] [J.D.] Uh yea, haha, just a lil bit, Layzie! give her a lil bit [Layzie Bone] can we take a long walk on the beach, get away from the streets baby girl, me and you need to rendezvous Cancun next week, how that sound to you? I've been meaning to spend a little time witchu I can tell you fed up from all of the promises I've been making lately and I had to deliver but I been so caught in my hustle, tryna make this payment and I shoulda considered your feelings I shoulda been better about it I shoulda been grown, not childish I shoulda been way more polished but my hustle done paid off, and I'm ready to spoil you..love come look, what cha boy gon do? (gone do), let me make this up to you (to you) [Chorus] [J.D.] Uh, uh, Bow Wow! give her a lil bit [Bow Wow] weezy girl, I can't believe what you sayin' you know you got it, should meet with my fans but every time I get a break I'm layin where? in your arms all night and day playin' you wont some time, I send you jacob, want sunshine then take a vacation we ain't gon make it if you keep complainin, everybody go through changes love is a dangerous (thing) (why?) it's full of happy and sad faces break it up to make up later, talk it out so it ain't no anger we need more communication, you should have some consideration 'cause you knew from the day we met what, what type of player you was dealing wit. haha [Chorus] [J.D.] Uh huh, uh huh, wish! give her a lil bit [Wish Bone] everything I do, just for me and you, stack a little paper so its never rainy days I got you, but just for me then you got to, understand that I hustle, hustle diamonds things, I gotta hustle, hustle, anything that brings the weight up see a real thug too its in his nature, its in his nature not tryna say that you about that paper, but me and you, yes we like that paper overseas trips, diamonds on the wrists, you must admit, your boy gets that paper I like bossin, girl, girl, but you beside me, slide wit me, slide wit me try and take it away thats when I ride and ride [Chorus] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Fuck 'em, let the law end
'Cause we simply get the raw end Coffins open, dump 'em all in Nine millimeters, three-eighty's You're feelin' me kill 'em, 'cause I go with plenty artillery Come and get showed, there'll be gauges and uzis Let us begin with bullets Can't none of ya break off a niggas from prison And let 'em come with us - retaliation We come and blast 'em with leather masks on Let loose You need beware when your rollin' down the Clair These niggas is killas, try to feel us Thuggish ruggish niggas from Cleveland We steadily creepin' on ya And you better believe that we bring that pap-pap to your doorstep Ho-check, you don't wanna fuck with Bone Let loose Nigga, bulletproof, if a muthafucka pull it Then he better shoot Nigga never no 9-1-1 to your rescue Never repsect you, blowin' your chest through Labelled as a menace, but I'm feelin' it again And I'm in it to the finish, better check my manuscript Killa, for realer, drugdealer, little nigga, cap peeler Bailin' through the Land equipped When I grips the grip, pump, shot it, shot it Jump off in my hottie Nigga lodi dodi, rollin' through your party Fin to show you this Mo Thug bomber, yeah When I storm my cause up outta domes, get me, badge War anytime I roll Come with the war, then you're gonna get yours Expect the four nigga ring yo doors And don't you diminish Til I finish you with it or you would missed it On the hit list, couldn't resist it Nigga, you risk it, here to stick with it To the po-po, you know; Who don't roll in a sixty-fo' Impala go Lurk, better searchin' all the doors Runnin' through crouds 'til I get to Mexico Go, nigga, Bizzy Bone, the story of a warrior with talent Little Rip gets so sadistic it's story of (story of story of) Killin' for my niggas steady got up in the pen Depend on me, let 'em leave Well, we better flee, set 'em all free, give up the game But I love the way the thugstas stay And when our niggas really get to poppin' at the cops You'll be lookin' at a hell of a war Muthafucka done rocked the boat And we nigga fin to even the score Nigga drank to much, took to much No surrender, no you're never gonna catch me Never gonna catch me, catch me I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me 'Quicker the copper The quicker my niggas'll pull up and drop ya We shot ya We shot ya Hey, my niggas boxed ya My nigga, we all in together in position for the maulin' Pac got his got headlight ahead of me Keep me raw, and fuck it, let the law end Open the coffin, top locked, let the body fall in Quit doggin' all the juice, runnin' loose for my crew Oh, what I'm gonna do is take a bite of the forbidden fruit And never seen us shoot If I could be the 187 on you Flesh-N-Bone got the chrome, and it's on For the next that get wrong Here's my TEC, and it's on, they they won't disrespect Then sleep with the rest Don't even expect, 'cause you ain't goin' home Who's next? Bring it on, whoever wanna flex Think it no thang for me get with you All up in your shit, quick when I split up your wig Your brain gon' hang Fuck 'em, let the law end 'Cause we simply get the raw end Coffins open, dump 'em all in (Repeat to end) |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
Krayzie
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit. Buck, buck to the bang. Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga. Yeah. A nigga that always at my city with me, now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic? Nigga that thought he could bang. That nigga's stuck. That nigga's blasted They got my man from the Land. Never ran, I step with deadly men. If ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand. Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland. We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep, and the blood is seepin'. Got niggas in alleys, fuck niggas in badges. We say bang! Eighty-eight through ten-five?my clique. St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with. Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body. Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. We comin' to shoot up your posse. My niggas, they comin' up out the woods, to get the goods. Krayzie be thug, and want to die, that's from comin' up in my hood. We killas. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun, bust one, they done. Cleveland is where we from. Hearts, thugs have none. High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the bitches carry guns. [*2] Bizzy Soon as I hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't have no gun. Come with original thugsta shit. I be flippin' it with-a-me tongue. Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from And I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none Follow Rip one, now, on and on, them definitely got me back And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta nigga, with or without my gat. Forever be ready to pull out me murderin' tools East 99 style, fool! Me put it in mind on murderin' you, followin' whenever me murder is true. Niggas that claim to bang bang, when it comes to slang thangs, they don't. They know they cannot buck me, one of 'em sure to slug me, but they hope the thug I be, Bizzy. Better let 'em him be or they'll see nigga, hangin', swangin'. Never to miss?The Biz is me. Krayzie High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the bitches carry guns. [*2] Layzie Livin' in the Land of the Heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps. Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack. Runnin' up on the Bone, you need to be pap pap. Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs, defendin' they drugs. When they roll up niggas be creepin' up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a hold up But nigga, now hold on. Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown Any mind is blown, lookin' down the barrel of this Mossberg chrome to the dome Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage, copper take these here rocks Double glock, my pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever the trouble knocks Steadily hittin', me clean up, get lit up forever your soul'll burn And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up. These niggas must learn Yearnin' to earn cheese. Ready to die, so niggas can't take these Want to clock G's, want to move keys, not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please East nine nine, crime finds mine, strayin' on this road to hell, and prison walls, testin' balls, for the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' 9-deep my thugs. Rippin' apart shit so nigga, don't start shit, 'cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless. Die! Krayzie [Layzie] High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really [really no place to run!] no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even [Even the bitches carry guns] the bitches carry guns. [*6] |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - E 1999 Eternal (1998)
Krayzie
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit. Buck, buck to the bang. Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga. Yeah. A nigga that always at my city with me, now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic? Nigga that thought he could bang. That nigga's stuck. That nigga's blasted They got my man from the Land. Never ran, I step with deadly men. If ya come a little bit closer, I can turn you into sand. Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland. We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep, and the blood is seepin'. Got niggas in alleys, fuck niggas in badges. We say bang! Eighty-eight through ten-five?my clique. St. Clair ain't shit to fuck with. Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body. Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. We comin' to shoot up your posse. My niggas, they comin' up out the woods, to get the goods. Krayzie be thug, and want to die, that's from comin' up in my hood. We killas. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun, bust one, they done. Cleveland is where we from. Hearts, thugs have none. High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the bitches carry guns. [*2] Bizzy Soon as I hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't have no gun. Come with original thugsta shit. I be flippin' it with-a-me tongue. Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from And I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none Follow Rip one, now, on and on, them definitely got me back And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta nigga, with or without my gat. Forever be ready to pull out me murderin' tools East 99 style, fool! Me put it in mind on murderin' you, followin' whenever me murder is true. Niggas that claim to bang bang, when it comes to slang thangs, they don't. They know they cannot buck me, one of 'em sure to slug me, but they hope the thug I be, Bizzy. Better let 'em him be or they'll see nigga, hangin', swangin'. Never to miss?The Biz is me. Krayzie High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even the bitches carry guns. [*2] Layzie Livin' in the Land of the Heartless with a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps. Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack. Runnin' up on the Bone, you need to be pap pap. Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs, defendin' they drugs. When they roll up niggas be creepin' up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a hold up But nigga, now hold on. Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown Any mind is blown, lookin' down the barrel of this Mossberg chrome to the dome Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage, copper take these here rocks Double glock, my pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever the trouble knocks Steadily hittin', me clean up, get lit up forever your soul'll burn And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up. These niggas must learn Yearnin' to earn cheese. Ready to die, so niggas can't take these Want to clock G's, want to move keys, not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please East nine nine, crime finds mine, strayin' on this road to hell, and prison walls, testin' balls, for the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' 9-deep my thugs. Rippin' apart shit so nigga, don't start shit, 'cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless. Die! Krayzie [Layzie] High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really [really no place to run!] no place to run. Niggas get vicious with my clique is. Even [Even the bitches carry guns] the bitches carry guns. [*6] |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Krayzie Bone and the bone, with my mighty-mighty warriors
With my mighty-mighty warriors *Cause this is all real, what you see I said it's all real it's just the thug in me Nigga just because Krayzie quiet speak less Don't be mistaking my kindness for weakness Humble but ready to rumble My violent side I can't deny I'm like a Jekyl and Hyde gemini Look if you see me quiet then I'm plotting to riot why tell me why tell me why I'm labeled a menace but I like it Destroy ya paranoia will make me blow you away but hey Nigga got to close to me and that ain't how it's supposed to be Nigga want respect but what do you show me you Playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall Better act like yo know I'm rolling with Mo posse up Do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs As we strut as thugs we must doin our best to obey god violent in these times Got to do what you gotta do war till ninety-nine Slim nigga gotta get up and go and get it if it's really coming Now I got it and I'ma floor the niggas acting the safety's off come and get it if you really want it (Hey, hey, hey) It's hating baby they gotta be so cold the gotta be heartless In certain situations like retaliation *Repeat Niggas be keeping it all real we keeping it all real with the real if it's real stay be real (x2) We come with nothing but the real thing baby Krayzie got nothing but the real thing baby We come with nothing but the real thing baby Krayzie got nothin but the real thing the real thing Baby now this is the sound of me and my trues we put this down way down So now if you hear me releasing some shells Hit the ground with the quickness lay better stay down on the darkside Take a look and you'll find true niggas like no other kind Nigga say fuck the wine indo inside swisher sweet get me high Ain't nothin get to nothin somethin got to be real real somethin got to be real (x2) I still be thuggin in the khakis boots and skullies And since I'm weed fiend for the green nigga gotta make that money man (x2) It's real always (x8) Last night I P.O.D'd next to me Ouija, Ouija, and I fell in this fucked up state of mind Slipped in the dream and I see demons telling me it's time to die Why me I see some niggas they creeping outside my window I'm ready to bang bang bang aim the 12 gauge pump let my lead go Give it up for the bloody murda mo bloody murda mo mo See a nigga when he go through the window had to put a bigger hole in his soul If he get away running out my backdoor with me sawed-off swinging Get ready to duck now to the guts buck pap pap pow I claim my thang to slang (murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo murda mo) Them bloody bodies kill 'em all send them hoes up in flames Krayzie insane to the brain (x2) Now I know I done did some dirt in my time cause the devil was stressing my mind messing with my mind nigga Bone don't know every day they lie Turn to realize that everyday I can do it if I only pray Maintain cause a nigga was lusting For money had to get it cause a nigga was struggling I hit him with the Mossberg y'all heard about Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface till them lay round after round after round They'll fall down down May they lay from the eruption man We putting them six feet deep we buck we bang *Repeat |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - The Art Of War (1997)
Chorus (2X): Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug
Verse 1: flesh, krayzie, layzie ???????? Gotta catch one to ya dome ?oh-oh, oh-oh Finna put him on yha ??? Get thah money n tha ____ Watch for tha cops, stop, its time to get tha job done, we go Ya'll know i ain't neva been a nigga tryin ta play N a nigga just a killa tryin ta make a livin Steady gettin ready for armagedon But i'm high in tha meantime N killaz from way down Wanna come n let krayzie getta grave Write phukk you hoes across my tombstone N bury wit my guage (my gauge) Fillin em wit pump ta pump N if you an enemy whacha want My nigga we gon bang on tha records No battle, no m.c.'s, or names in your mouth You get phukked up We flippin on tha northcoast Cuz everybody wanna claim my style We could bukk-n-rough shit I'm puttin a bitch in tha coffin Fa tryin ta test a nigaaz nuts, but yo Hey, can we play Cuz i gotta lotta shhit i wanna launch your way, way Betta not phukk wit all of us No, no? Hell yeah Got me flippin in tha northcoast Homie, rememba it's tha crook that wrote tha book I'm off tha hook (off tha hook) Ya'll niggaz betta tak another look Cuz if you playa-hate tha bone Then ya life'll get took, so quick Neva bringin you no bullshit man Face ta faces n asiassin game Bringin tha heat Ya'll niggaz bringin it lame But if you wanna bring tha pain Then you gotta maintain Comin in on anutha level I'mma put you on date, at tha top of tha pile Fake niggaz wanna claim my style But imma break em on down Ho, you gotta kill me nigga Cuz itz tha thuggish ruggish sound That ya lookin for, betcha fo Everybodyz boy wanna be like bone n stay high Lil kidz no longer wanna be like mike Thatz right, they tryin ta be like bone N keep thuggin fa life Gettin ready for tha end dawg Wit my nigga ken dawg, hustlaz, shiftaz n tre Ii tru, aj, all tha same muthaphukkaz from around my way This iz how we play Everyday itz tha same ol' same Around my way, around my way We'll be thuggin ah-round my way This iz how we play Everyday itz tha same ol' same Around my way, around my way Come around my way, my way, my way Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug Verse 2: bizzy, wish Lil nigga wanna come n feel my pain(pain) On tha brain itz a stress, a strain Tha game iz pain(pain) What about those hoez, oh no Lil quija fa sure to teach bone N if hez wrong, well hez gone For my journey ta keep me strong But dear lord i miss my people N it just seemz so evil N that i cant kiss my kidz goodnight Puttem ta bed, they're so tired Getcha sleep n thatz alright,thatz alright I'll get mine, yeah i'll get mine It'll take time, minimum crime Weed n wine i'll be just fine Got sumpin buggin on my people Whut? In tha bakk of a caddy Jumpin out caddies, spreadin through alleyz In cleveland n cali like daddy n uh No luv for |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Creepin On Ah Come Up (1994)
Bone Enterpri$e in the house And just left tha liquor store So nigga, anything goes 'Cause we on a mission for the 4 Bs: Bank, bud, brew, and bitches, muthafuckas! [Wish] I'm getting repaid You're hittin the ground from the sound of buckshots Well, what do you know? I'm hitting the flow and pushin' me down is two cops I'm back on the block and sellin' my rocks But niggas gettin' jealous They gave me a brew, and hit me for two I'm callin up my fellas [Bizzy] Well it's the ruthless nigga gangsta Comin' out with the message to jealous muthafuckas Straight on my dick and bitin' lyrics Who is that perpetratin' and takin' our lyrics Non-originatin' slobs You wait 'til they album comes out [Boogie Nite] Straight from the city where thieves dwell Thugs, gangstas, and bitches sell The place you would journey is not a myth (Krayzie: yeah, muthafucka!) But Cleveland is up in this bitch! [Krayzie] Now Krayzie Bone is rippin' and stickin' Them niggas up in the nine-two And all these niggas steppin' must got static with my crew Well, nigga bring it on Send them chromes to your dome Krayzie Bone ain't no ho; I gets mine in the nine-O [Layzie] It's the #1 Assassin Just be quick to put that ass out Chillin' with Bizzy, and Krayzie, and Wish Drinkin' 'til we pass out Bone Enterpri$e, the gangstas niggas be pimpin' hoes Livin' like criminals, untouchable niggeros [Bizzy] Hell muthafuckin' yeah! So now you know: Bone Enterpri$e is up in this bitch! And for the people who didn't think we was comin' out: Nigga, you bought it! [Krayzie] Yeah, Krayzie Bone, Layzie Bone Bizzy Bone, and Wish Bone in the muthafuckin' house (Bizzy: Boogie Nite) My nigga,Boogie Nite, this muthafucka Yo, and we bus tickets muthafucka! Praise the twelve gauge |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - Thug Stories (2006)
Heaven in art which Father Our, Our Father which art in Heaven.]
I'm back. Straight of the muthafuckin' streets of Cleveland, five true thugs from the double glock: Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, Layzie, and that nigga Flesh. Ain't takin' know shit in the nine-fo', 'bout to shut this bitch down. Kick that shit, niggas. East Ninety-nine is where you find me slangin' me 1lello, daily. Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run. Eazy-E: Now let's walk through the doors backwards, my thugs . . . and play with the Ouija board |
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from Bone Thugs N Harmony - Thug World Order (2002)
Indeed if I fall, everytime I'm fallin, fallin, there's no doubt God helps me rise..... Wish That he do, that he do...... Krayzie With the everyday bullshit I be doin thru, I be hopin just to make it thru another day, lookin for another way, to live my life in peace, get away, I stay high with my gun, paranoid so if they come, then I dump dump dump, that's really all that I got for ya, this life is crazy, I might go crazy, if I'm down, don't let em break me, so I stop and I pray to god, oh Lord, forgive me for my worldly lies, and help me thru this pain of mine, pray and I pray, I pray, that I can just see the light and fly away, away, away, away, but I know I can call on, you when I'm all alone, whenever I fall, I fall, I fall....... Hook Wish Situations got me thinkin was it worth this, and then I got to thinkin cause I love this, stay down, it'll work itself in time, don't be misled by these troubles in life, everybody wants that miracle, just so far from from where will it go, if it's meant to be then it'll come for sure, for sure, and I know, I know, it gets hard sometimes, but don't you give up, it's gonna be better times, if you believe, just believe, it's no tellin what you'll recieve, livin proof, look at me, look at me, look at me......and ya gotta love this gift that we been blessed with, I do, number one and can't nobody touch this, ya know, gotta hit my knees and let him know, I thank you, without you, where would I be, where would I go..... Hook Layzie Ain't no tellin what this life bound to bring, one day ya here, the next day ya gone, that's why I try to live right, don't wanna live wrong, ain't no guarantee if ya gone make it home, what go around come around, everybody know that its real when you speakin the kharma, so do unto others like you wanna be done, like Mary J...no more drama, I'm a paper chaser, believe that, on the ground where I plant my feet at, if it's not about money I don't need that, you can keep that gossip, can't you see that, stay locked on my mission cause most of these niggaz in the world ain't thinkin bout the future, young black entrepreneur, and I'm out to get more, so baby open the door, they gotta let me in, cause again and again, I done said that I was gone get dollars, if it's not about cheese, I'll holla, fuckin with a nigga that'a way too polished, if the road get rough, I'ma stand my ground, keep my faith and call on the Lord, and I don't have to worry no more, even if I fall...... Hook Bizzy I'ma be a soldier, ready for gunshots, for the day I see Jehovah, you think you know us, nigga though you don't, so, don't think that I made it just cause Crossroads, little measily Grammy ain't did nothin for my family, no artist is that fast, and scared to tell the truth, and the hardest niggas I see is raisin they youth, little food for thought since all of y'all bullshittin, admit it, you say anthing uplifting it'll be distance to the kids that used to listen to ya, ______ Anglo-saxon essence of abuse, you're better alive, county or prison met solid kitchen, better survive in your own trinity, prison, infinity's waitin on ya, baby swallow your pride, and maybe you'll ride...... Hook |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - If I Could Reach The World [single] (1999)
If I Could Teach The World
Why do I stay high (x8), If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, Then I would teach the[world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me like me, If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, Then I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me. (Krayzie) How many moe days on this old earth can you see? It's blind to me. So we should get ready for armogedden, cuz I know God should be ready to roll, to go threw the wickedest shit like mista po-lice man, and don't you pop up yo ficts and let the end pray for politictions freely, lil amen, the last days of the last day day day. That's why I get high, That's why I get hiiiigh. (Bizzy) I'm holdin on to my soul, what ever I dones, with all my foes, and then when I go go, remember the day, cuz that's when I was on my own, with bone, bone bone, muggin thuggin to yo door, speakin of last is all in our past and Charles they wanna hear your bone, but I can't go wrong, when I kick it with my song, betta turn it on, cuz you love that thuggish ruggish bone bone bone bone. Crossroads, gotta move the world on, cuz too many of us lost hopes, which meant so much while I was in, na-chos, but it will not stop bones, whose shots don't drop one, no, no, no. And if I could teach the world to be a thug like me, they'll probally thuggin in heaven eternally. (Layzie) Everyday the world goes round n round, I see it's a small world after all, cuz I can go meet and I groove with my fans, smoke a lil weed and have a lil laugh with ya'll, but every now and then I get caught up in player hation, though what's wrong with this nation, be racism, but if I could teach the world to be a thug just like me, you could live yo life style worry free in the arms of the lord eternally, no mistery, protect the essence of a story, a warrior a wasteland warrior so tru, devine it's mine east nineteen ninety nine, is where you'll find all of my kind everytime. If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, Then I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me like me, If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, Then I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me. [If I, if I] (Krayzie) We steadily united, not farly divided, my thugstz the tightest, as good as I got it, there's no need to fight us, kill us and find us, the critics write us, a story warrior be warrior, that's for sure, and as thugs were moe n moe n moe n moe. (Wi$h) I got, we got, to much shit to give, that's shit give, it's expensive but still don't motherfuck the lil kids, ohhhhhh yea, ahhhh follow me, wrong though, we know the way to go, follow me follow me, bone, and that's why I stay high cuz I got shit to do it, the goverment and this player hater is out to kill wish, wanna hurt this, but uh uh, I got tru mo thug niggaz you can't fuck with, artillary you can't come with, nigga, betta lay to rest shit, to the little boys n girls all over the world,this shit that we say from the streets uh, not for you to go and do, uh, utter repeat, please, if we can no more murder, how must I say it no more murder. If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, And I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me like me, If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, And I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me. Why do I stay high (repeat 10 times to fade) |
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from B.O.N.E. Enterpri$e - If I Could Reach The World [single] (1999)
If I Could Teach The World
Why do I stay high (x8), If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, Then I would teach the[world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me like me, If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, Then I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me. (Krayzie) How many moe days on this old earth can you see? It's blind to me. So we should get ready for armogedden, cuz I know God should be ready to roll, to go threw the wickedest shit like mista po-lice man, and don't you pop up yo ficts and let the end pray for politictions freely, lil amen, the last days of the last day day day. That's why I get high, That's why I get hiiiigh. (Bizzy) I'm holdin on to my soul, what ever I dones, with all my foes, and then when I go go, remember the day, cuz that's when I was on my own, with bone, bone bone, muggin thuggin to yo door, speakin of last is all in our past and Charles they wanna hear your bone, but I can't go wrong, when I kick it with my song, betta turn it on, cuz you love that thuggish ruggish bone bone bone bone. Crossroads, gotta move the world on, cuz too many of us lost hopes, which meant so much while I was in, na-chos, but it will not stop bones, whose shots don't drop one, no, no, no. And if I could teach the world to be a thug like me, they'll probally thuggin in heaven eternally. (Layzie) Everyday the world goes round n round, I see it's a small world after all, cuz I can go meet and I groove with my fans, smoke a lil weed and have a lil laugh with ya'll, but every now and then I get caught up in player hation, though what's wrong with this nation, be racism, but if I could teach the world to be a thug just like me, you could live yo life style worry free in the arms of the lord eternally, no mistery, protect the essence of a story, a warrior a wasteland warrior so tru, devine it's mine east nineteen ninety nine, is where you'll find all of my kind everytime. If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, Then I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me like me, If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, Then I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me. [If I, if I] (Krayzie) We steadily united, not farly divided, my thugstz the tightest, as good as I got it, there's no need to fight us, kill us and find us, the critics write us, a story warrior be warrior, that's for sure, and as thugs were moe n moe n moe n moe. (Wi$h) I got, we got, to much shit to give, that's shit give, it's expensive but still don't motherfuck the lil kids, ohhhhhh yea, ahhhh follow me, wrong though, we know the way to go, follow me follow me, bone, and that's why I stay high cuz I got shit to do it, the goverment and this player hater is out to kill wish, wanna hurt this, but uh uh, I got tru mo thug niggaz you can't fuck with, artillary you can't come with, nigga, betta lay to rest shit, to the little boys n girls all over the world,this shit that we say from the streets uh, not for you to go and do, uh, utter repeat, please, if we can no more murder, how must I say it no more murder. If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, And I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me like me, If I could teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thug n harmony harmony, And I would teach the [world] whole wide world to be a thugsta just like me. Why do I stay high (repeat 10 times to fade) |
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