Альбом Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

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{Layzie Bone}

East ninteen ninety nine my niggas....

Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
Wid two in here,
Steady stackin' my ends
Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9,
Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift wid real
Little Will Big Wally and Wish Bone
Little Wally high rollerz and he wonda why niggas so strong
Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love
Kept ah nigga on his toes in the game
It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang,
Gotta make ya grandas each daily man
Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart
We niggas from the land fool, and the old school,
Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
Fuckin' wid Trues rest in peace
My little nigga Ripster stress that Bone luv
Smokin' on bud, cause ah nigga Mo Thug
Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number 1 wid ya gun so run run
Cleveland is the city where ah nigga come from
Slangin' them dum dum dum dums

Verse 2: Krayzie Bone

Niggas it's going down, up in the C-Town
Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose,
For the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons
Nigga roll up the buddah,
Smoke it all up nigga don't stiff on the reefer
Mo runnin' up outta the club wid this
Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper creeper
Strip as you hear the double glock glock
Widda me rocks cocked sweatin' me bad,
Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top
Hit the body and the bullshit stop
Wheneva them troublin' us,
Where the po-po niggas roll solo split up and swerve
Krayzie take caution,
Take out my llelo and tossed it
Send 'em in the road to the curb
Running, ducking, jumping,
Up in the land my niggas is craaazy,
Me slangin' wid nuff 'n me bang on the block
And nigga this daaaily,
Who the nigga wid the 12-guage (Pump)
Mr.Sawed-Off Leatherface so you betta pray
Eternally thugsta,
East nine-teen nine-ty nine

Verse 3: Bizzy Bone

Gotta give peace to the SCTs
And the one big thug on the glock,
Pump blast fa the cash
Then I mashin wid gas gotta dash away from the cops
Not lettin' no pause
Steadily flippin' up rows
Rippin' up flesh wid six dogs
That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs
And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas
Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn
And I guess that hood'll neva learn
Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm
When I'm on ah mission for my set-ty
Pick up my niggas be peelin' out wid me
Roll up me window me wind blow fuck up my indo
I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage
I empty, me scan-dalous niggas are pon de loose
But it's no fuckin' wid the family
Now feel it nigga understand me
Much love much bud for them St.Claire thugs
East nineteen ninety nine is where ya find me
Slangin' them mutha-fuckin' drugs.

Verse 4: Flesh N Bone

Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun
They know that me noddin' they head off
And I gots to have me fun
Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin'
You studio gangsta bitch trick
Niggas'll get beat
I'm handlin' the shit
And I split in the midst of the darkness,
Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin' a hoe check
Betta check ya Rolex,
Ya timed now fa givin' up respect
Ta them S-C-Ts from C-L-E the scandalous niggas that dwell
Hell offa the forscythe and bail,
Leavin' ah trail ah the boody victims
The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin'
As if and if and they find
They may give me time instead ah me trippin'
We flippin' the scripts on ova
See the Bone ah be neva sober
Niggas told ya triggas showed ya
East nine nine nine five soldiers

Verse 5: Wish Bone

Wanna run red rum try to run and get away
But it's just to laaaate,
Watch out buckshots when I come buck buck
Betta guard that fuckin' face
Dumpin' them slugs on you fools
Rollin' wid me Trues, drinkin' brews,
Don't start no shit we come equipped
So niggas stay cool, one eighty seven,
You think that you going to heaven,
Put slugs all up in that chest dunn,
To hell is where you be dwellin'
Popping ah clip in them bodies me dumpin'
Watchin' you fall to the pave
Wid me nine milli pumpin'
Puttin' dem bodies all off in dem graves

{Bone Thugs}

Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
East east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine

Where you from nigga?

[Layzie Bone]
Straight from the muthafuckin' land ah the heartless
Five true thugs from the double glock
Ready ta pop to the dome, eternally it's on
Yeah,

Verse 1: Layzie Bone
Staright Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire
Test this hustla betta not dare
We talkin' about distributing llelo
Little Layzie beat it
Daily collectin' me bank roll
Rollin' wid Trues, nothing to lose
Never the less ain't about that talking
Screamin' out murda coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-guage eruption
Let loose wid ah buckshot blastin'
Bone up outta the cut and we buckin'
Eternally here to stay in the khaki suits and the high tec boots
Oops I'm comin' wid troops, fools
Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot
Blazin' and burnin' my grain
This year the same I crept and I came
Niggas that fell off that thought they could hang
Givin' up slang tryna' fuck wid ah chain gang BANG!
Str8 land ah the heartless
Where the thugs be thinkin' ah execution
Str8 prosecution little Lay go buck and start the fusion
Hook:
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clip tight clan

Verse 2: Bizzy & Krayzie Bone
Come and follow me hollow point snub slug
Pullin' me body underground
Put 'em in the grave they lay away down
Claire Claire stay down
I'm one ah the thuggest muthaFUCKAS in yo city
Under me strap packed
Ride, ready me pap pap in broad daylight
You wid me roll well roll till the Bone drop hit that hydro
That's the way that we deal
That's the way that we steal
Well I really keep that high on, my mind ride,
Ride to the darkside feel the darkness
East ninety nine, mine the thugs I luvs 'em heartless
Yeah follow me now ride ride follow me commit some
You can run but won't escape the lie
So many tried but died

Verse 3: Krayzie Bone
Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets
Ain't tryna' get scared or we all ah get sprayed
Gotta get away when the po-pos chase me
So me, runnin' wid me guage
Bang bang put 'em in ah coffin
Buck buck droppin' them bodies
(Come again) dumpin' them bodies
(Runnin' then) we finna posse
Thug what check out the glock glock
We to poetic for swang
Niggas claim they came and remain
Smoke bud all day and maintain
They come they gun they run
Hit 95th and now
Nigga let's roll some shit
Let's smoke out quick befo' anyone ah them
That's them the po-po back up on me
Nigga me fucked up now
Little time they screamin' on 6-5
That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now
Little nigga playin' wid them police in the Claire
Get 'em up wid, beware I take
Nigga need some weed
That's funny I ain't got no money
Nigga put me down,
Swing to the bud stops for some brews
Really don't drink but it's for me Trues
Four crazy niggas wid nuthin' to looooose.
Hook

Verse 4: Wish Bone
I'm from the C-Town we beat 'em
Thug niggas done straight came up,
Nigga wanna test must rest
Buckshots all in that chest he's fucked up,
Killas from the nigga that's realer
In wid that Claire
Bendin' that dunn
Pop when they run dunn
Bodies gon' fall my Cleveland niggas what's up
Ya down for that thang gotta gang bang bang if you have to,
Beat ah nigga down in any town,
But don't let me catch ya
Mentality straight from the C-Town
Where everyday niggas get beat down
Betta think before you run up
I gun up but I think keep peep this game now
To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' wid Bone
Swang widda clip tight clan
It's all eternally flossed out
Nigga that's Bone.......
Hook
(til' fade)

Bizzy Bone (Chorus):
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to daily,
Krayzie: (Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill)
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to daily,
Krayzie: (Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill)

Bizzy Bone:
Ready be off and in a coffin' and.. uh.. follow his grave,
follow me murderous gauge, follow me murderous ways,
Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya, Pop more a silencer,
Pop pop, outta the window we roll, Let the Ripsta' reel 'em off,
and better off this way, tossed of in a coffin and bagged,
Slang on tha darkside man... Bang on tha darkside man,
Land of the thuggish ruggish city, will it reveal?
well I went back to my land with a 12 gauge Mossberg Pump, big shells,
The bloody murda murda comin to serve ya, runnin' with gangstas that suppose
and I rip the road that's how we roll

Krayzie:
Cuz it's on and I crept and I came up, remember that killa,
That nigga named LeathaFace, now if you thug nigga pick up you pump,
and buck it, put a bitch up in a gutter, fuck it,
Nigga we judged and we fucked and we shuttin' this rap thang down,
Neva takin' no shorts or no losses man,
No way how no foul thang now,
I steadily thinkin' and then if I changed my daily thang,
Nigga don't hand with them phony busta niggas,
Only roll with thugstas, killas, Pick up me gun and me stick and me stuck,
And me muda them everytime now, Bodies be dumped off in dumpstas,
execution double nine style, hey, say give it to the niggas who steady
be slangin that llello, bank-roll,
When the po-po roll that's when you lay low,
When the po-po roll that's when you lay low,
When the po-po roll that's when you lay low,

Layzie Bone:
Nigga shoulda seen the Bone done cmae and touched down,
Came up with that thang and me creepin' up outta me hometown,
Me hate to be leavin' the glock glock nine, But I'm livin' so low down,
Bone gotta roll out, We livin' like Trues, Give up to tha bang,
Always stay down for my thang, and I still remain the same,
Nigga gon' change I'ma hood I claim, Nigga done jumped in the game,
And straigh up confusion cause niggas be shady, Nigga still gotta watch his
back daily, Even mo' lately, but they can't break Lil' Layzie, So a nigga
stay phat cause I gotta get paid, The buddah it run me forever me blaze,
Thuggin' in my murderous ways, Crazin' a gauge let the buckshots spray,
We shoot to this day, No short or no losses was meant nigga not played,
(Bottom line niggas) and Cleveland in yo' face, And nigga we rollin' with
the Ruthless in the nine, For the pain for the gain, For the love of money,
Fuck the fame, We peeped game, we crept and we came...

Bizzy Bone (Hook):
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Krayzie: (Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill)
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Krayzie: (Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill)

Wish Bone:
Bone crept and we came with tha gang bang,
Told you get down for them thangs man,
But Bone still kick it with tha same Trues,
Thuggin' on the glock glock, ain't shit changed,
Buck 'em, fuck 'em, put 'em in the ground, way down, lay down
Busta, nigga don't be tryin' no dumb shit, Bone be pumpin' them daily slugs at ya.
Creepin' up outta the hood, rolled to the West Coast with this rap shit,
Nigga made good, Thinkin' on the nine-nine, reachin' for my nine, reachin
for yo' shit, wish you would... Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in a body bag,
Nigga down fo' yo' cash, nigga that's yo life, Nigga it's like that,
When my shit clap, One to the temple.. straight to the mind,
Bailin' down the Claire gettin' much love, needin' mo' bud,
Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke, Me meaning that yum yum dope,
And it ain't shit to swang some thangs, Puttin' my gauge in your throat..

Bizzy Bone:
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily
Krayzie: (Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill)

Flesh N Bone:
Ah nigga stay down for my thang bang,
Sendin' me bullets up in the brains, ah the bustas,
Hustlas so nigga never trust us, we the muthafuckin' thugstas,
Strugglas 12- gauge pumpstas, takin' no short or no losses,
Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang (Gotta get mark)
Insane, so many hoes done took a loss,
Nigga get tossed by the boss,
And I'm off the hook when I put it down Bone,
Wanna fuck with a thug, ya wrong,
All around they lay when I spray that chrome,
Bullets they fly, niggas they die,
I'm comin' up willin' to ride, got mine,
East ninety nine off in a tha crime,
Where the thugstas find they time to grind,
Droppin' a dime, packin' a nine, and ready to bang,
Pullin' them triggas to blow out yo' brain,
Bone gonna gain man man we crept and we came,
Crept and we came..
Crept and we came..
Crept and we came...

Krayzie Bone:
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill...
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill...
Bailin' for safety we make it and chill...

Bizzy Bone:
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,
Stalkin' gat-foo's, walkin' jack moves,
Ready to pap you if we have to, daily,

Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill,
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill,
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill...

Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
[Man fuck dat man they got my nigga]
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)
Woman: The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C601999
Judge: Will The defendant please stand,
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
before sentencing Bizzy Bone?
Bizzy: No man
[You know the muthafucka did it]
Judge: Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair
(Some guy laughs)

Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my guage on 'em
When the po-po chase,
If they catch me barehanded I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Little Layzie blew his head off (AAwwwwwww)
Get him up, and get up,
The bullets they start to get lit up,
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double glock 'n
Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n,
This perfect getaway,
Rippin' up the trench and,
I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell
And it ain't no telling where the coppers be dwelling,
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me
But I practice what I preach
And see that these slugs up in his body got him,
Run, wid smoke coming from the barrel ah me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dum dum I got yum yummed on the dead end
They set in, then they lead in,
They wanting me off in the coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious,
From tha stompin, takin the loss an wakin up in the coffin
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning,
Looking in the eyes of a judge,
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so, wid no parole
In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow,
Watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence
Hoping I die fast, but chill,
Never do, sleepa, gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet ya

Verse 2: Layzie Bone
Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid that Mack-10
Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops
Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double glock,
Back from hell and ready to bail,
Time to hit they trail cause they wanted my nigga fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade I'ma go inside the squad,
Gettin' ready for the rumble
When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshots
Cause them can't fade me guage,
Gotta bust them souls in the grave,
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved,
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10
Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass,
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction I'm bustin'
Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway,
Niggas got to escape and it's never to late
When you dash and tryna' break
Nigga just can't test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barri-caded,
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard
So Krayzie feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
with Krayzie's tech nine bullets hummin
Bridge: [Two guys talking]
Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into another jam
[Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one]

Verse 3: Krayzie Bone
Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go
They done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow,
Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my niggas trail,
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail,
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now,
How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher,
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on,
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech
Gotta let 'em know which way was on,
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up,
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'
All we was thinking is don't get caught
Nigga like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud,
And all across my face was the red that lay in blood,
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo,
Bailing back on wid my troops,
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy niggas
That's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot,
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks
Busted ah U, then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the button
That boy came out the trunk and,
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking,
Back in the other direction,
Po-po came quick then heat up,
Niggas blast at each other,
Open up they doors and they get they feet up,
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood,
Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
So the niggas they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Wait until midnight till we ride out,
Hit ah car so we can drive out,
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo,
Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go
(St.Claire, St.Claire)
(St.Claire, St.Claire)
(St.Claire, St.Claire)
(St.Claire, St.Claire)

Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
{See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous}
And if them runnin' off with me cash,
That ass gonna have to pay the price,
{Meet a muthafuckin' po - po; gotta hit 'em with the fo' - fo'}

Verse 1: Krayzie Bone

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 Leatherface 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,
Pop 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, then tell he
And me never want to see no,
Oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga ends low,
If he scared to smoke a primo,
Gotta go with the fiends and in the click is 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, Leatherface, me pick up me gauge,
Leather mask and nigga, me blast,
So ya better respect us, when you see the bill collector,
Rippin' killin' niggas for that mad money thang

Verse 2: Layzie Bone

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 nine - five, 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, straight Leatherface 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 nine - five, bodies dropping
When you hear my pistol select ah dome,
Respect that True how's the underground shit,
Mr. Bill Collector, Bone

Hook

Verse 3:Wish Bone

Nigga take it off thank ya,
Please don't make me stank ya,
Time to pay the bill, write your checks up all night,
Catch a slug or chill, bill collectors better respect 'em
Mo Thug, sellin' dubs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum check 'em,
Click - click, fall to the ground when the glock pop,
Nigga 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 dead dead,
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.

Bridge: Krayzie {Layzie}

I didn't want to take his life,
But the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello,
{Now you see me, the murderer. }
4x

Verse 4: Bizzy Bone
Sawed - off pumpin', dumpin'
Steadily all the way to the other side we ride,
Sherm, when I hit that corner now, niggas is 'bout to die,
Thugsta theivin' off in Cleveland,
And I couldn't sell out my ci - ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't fuck with brains,
Put in my mind all off on 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 do any good, now.
Bang bang, caution I lossin' me brain,
Get 'em up off the 'cane, 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,
No slippin' 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

Hook 3x

Your rent's due, muthafucka!

Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay

[Wish Bone]
Some niggas be passin' that weed on
To them thugsta niggas from Cleve-lawn
Gotta smoke 'til it's all gone
Now what a BONE cuz a nigga be creep on
Call all my thugstas, all them niggas drink
Call all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed

[Krayzie Bone]
Gotta get some hydro
Gotta toke like a loc with a little bit of smoke in my throat
Can't let a me high go
I'ma broke Mo Thug got the bud and it get up up on me...inhale
Just split up a blunt and me roll up a fat one, make it POD'ed
They lable me killa, drug dealer and burn up nigga crazy weed and...

[Layzie]
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro
Need me a hit of the tweed, make me drop to my knees
And I gotta give love to the green leaves
Steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease
Thuggin' on off in the cut now, when I'm checkin' on how this shit sound
In the Range smoked out with my nigga Tay
Smokin' that tweed 'til we fall in the grave

[Bizzy]
Make up the dummy to make up me money, weed run me
And headed for broke, smokin' the bong
Hit that bong wrong, make a me cough and choke
To the real OT's loc strong BONE
I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on
And holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone, real long and stay blown

[Krayzie] (overlapping)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Haaay nooow)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Pass me some reefer)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Haaay nooow)
Wanna get you fucked up, wanna get you fucked up
(Pass me some reefer)

[Wish Bone]
It's the inventor of the green leaves, gotta get p's
Cuz I love this type shit, and it's never gonna quit
Doctor told me better stop but man fuck that bitch
Me never gone stop me smoke
Try to tell me, K to your throat
Gosta run me on, fucking with BONE
Loving this weed smoke

[Krayzie Bone]
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steadily losing me balance
Take a puff to the dome, trippin' on FLESH BONE
Showin' off me tail and
Smokin' 'til a me die, nigga gotta get high if he wanna come ride
Come with me smoke on a blunt and get nice
Nigga tellin' weed fiends it's fiiiyiiiire

[Layzie Bone]
Feelin' on tilt man, quarter o to the brain
Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas insane
Other niggas can't hang, it's a BONE thing
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain and remain
Number one here I come with the tweed in my chest
Nigga got his weed to the curb, split up and serve
But fuck it gotta have them green herbs

[Bizzy Bone]
You got a bag of tweed well blaze it with me fool
And don't be stingy and please no pinners make it swollen
Cuz if I had me some weed you know I'd smoke it with you
Come come get with a me, me and my niggas blunts be rollin'

Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaay X6

Take a hit of the reefer keep chokin'
repeat 'til fade

Bone Bone Bone Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
when there ain't no where to run
(When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you)
And tell me whatcha gonna do
when there ain't no where to hide
When judgment comes for you (Cause it's gonna come for you)

[Bizzy]
Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy, C's uncle Charlie
Little Boo, cause God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I done roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay
When playing with destiny, plays 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

[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
To ingage the race with a chance to face the judge
And I'm guessing my soul won't budge
Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs
Boom, 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 aye-oh aye-oh

[Krayzie]
Prayyyyyyy, 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
Instead of keepin' up wit' they family
Exactly how many days we got lasting
While you laughin 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]
Now 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, damn 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
Ohhh wrong ooooohh 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

[Chorus - Layzie and Krayzie]
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

[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 when I’m gone
And I’m gonna miss everybody
[Layzie]
Livin' in a hateful world sendin' me straight to Hell
That's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world sendin' me straight to Hell
That's how we roll
Livin' in a hateful world sendin' me straight to Hell
That's how we roll
And I'm asking the good lord "Why?"
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 sinnin'
And Krayzie intended on endin' 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? oooo so wrong
I dont wanna die

sooo wrong

Ohhh so wrong
Ohhhhh wrong

See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom

(Krazie)
Killa

(All Bone)
Me Killa
Me Killa
Me Killa
Drug dealer, scandalous nigga
Lous-nigga, lous-nigga
Come again me say
Me Killa
Me Killa
Me Killa
Gravedigger, scandalous nigga
Lous-nigga, lous-nigga, lous-nigga.

Caught ya slippin' so I had to put a slug up in your chest
Should've wore that vest
Talkin' shit you only get that ass put to rest
A 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
Me Killa
Me Killa
Me Killa

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 the ten-five (and Clair).
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.

Chours:
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the bitches carry guns.

Bizzy:
Soon as I hit the scene, Samething,
feelin' for a pistol, but I didn't have no gun.
Come with original thugsta shit. I be flippin' it with me tongue.
Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from,
and I show them hoes up outta the club
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 niggas,
with or without my gat.
Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools
East 99 style, fools.
Me put it in mind on murderin' you,
followin' whenever me murderous trues.
Niggas that claim to bang bang,
when it comes to slang thangs, they do.
They know they cannot buck me,
one of 'em sure to slug me,
but they hoes,
the thug I be, Bizzy.
Better let 'em him be or they'll see.
Nigga, hangin', swangin', never to miss.
The Biz is me.

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the bitches carry guns.

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 needin' 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 is mind 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 for ready your soul to burn,
and I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up,
'cause niggas must learn.
Yearnin' to earn cheese.
Ready to die, so niggas can't take these.
Wantin' 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', I get with my thugs.
Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit,
'cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless.
Die.

High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click, 'cause even the bitches carry guns.

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Bizzy Bone:
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your gun

Krayzie Bone:
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
... to death, death, death
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get shot
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
... to death, death death
You could be the first to feel the heat
To see how much we got, we got

I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga
Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
Still don't give a fuck about the law
Still run with a pump in my car
And fuck who you are
You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco, crazy as hell
It ain't just a name
It's the game
And we done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
Besides that, ain't nothin' changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug
Nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs niggas
Thinkin I told you but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it
And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house?
Original Cleveland Criminals
Niggas just send em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murder murder"
Never forgot where we come from
Watch how you move your tongue
Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your ass
And smash and crash
Protect my niggas for combat
Leathaface at ya and on your ass like I was a heat seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you
Sweep you off your feet in Cleveland

Layzie Bone:
I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me
But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to this heat
I sweep the street
When I draw down, let me hear you say "fuck the law now"
Rawest niggas in the town
Ready to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto
Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
Nigga keep it real
Show me your game
I'm sure gonna claim
What the fuck is mine
My nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys
It's a jack move bitch
And since you haters ain't got no business
That's how we attack your shit
Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy
And the media might ban me
Nigga this Mo Thug Family is for real

Chorus

Bizzy Bone:
Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
Before it all gets spent up
And you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game
And every bitch said I'm a good bitch
Fuckin with the wood grain
Everybody still playin that hood game quiet
Especially when it's tired
My environment ain't nothin but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper Texas
Split up these niggas off in different sections
Don't hate my message
Destiny led to mimic
Chastity for my daughter
Wad up a niggas sherm
And come listen to the sermon
Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got some problems
Had dreams of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run
A nigga not insane
Niggas still with me
Bone, somehow they turn up
Run up and get your sign
Run blindly, elevate through time
Nowhere to hide

Flesh - N - Bone:
Our dawgs finna haul off lead
Sawed - off head
Nigga you drippin soakin with bloodly body be beggin me
You know what you should've capped like 2 pac with a glock
They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
You know you done fucked up
Don't you niggas?
Runnin up blastin gas craters
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane
For the untamed
Insane human only the Fifth Dawg
Fuck you thought mutherfuck fame
For the fact the shit is a phat game
Going remain number one in the Land
Flesh, strangle the gang
Bang bang!
Bang!
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord I say
Now how many times will I have to slay today?
Will I raise my guage?
Oh God!
How will I teach yaa, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you
Don't have it?
Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we sons of assassins
Match it, collecting more cash
That's true, you're feeling that
Niggas said all my babies get a million
Struggle with a villian
Hit 'em
With a venomous blow!
I call on my mighty archang - el
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
We the tightest you know Mo, the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united
My family never divided
Desperado, Thug Line, Mo Thug, Millennium, Seventh Sign
For the FBI you wanna come test my enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice
And open up your mutherfucking eyes
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg finna parlay
Everyday stormin your way
You better lay low
So you might just duck when I buck guage
Can't you see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day
Motherfuckers player hate

Chorus

[Bizzy]
Shit

[Layzie]
Nigga, it's the niggas night out tonight, nigga
(Howling)

[Krayzie]
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep rollin', smokin', and chokin'

[All]
Buddah lovaz
Gotta learn to smoke the buddah

[Bizzy]
I'm so glad you showed me, Krayzie, Layzie, Wish, Flesh

[Krayzie]
Reefer really makes me happy

[Krayzie] (Layzie)
Hydro, me just can't let a me high go
Me smokin' upon that hydro
Me just can't let a me high go

[Layzie, Flesh, Krayzie]
Smo-, smo-, smokin' that hydro
won't, won't let a me high go
Water the reefer, me slaughter
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack
A sack, a sack, a sack
It grew in the water, the reefer, me slaughter
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, a sack
It grew in the water . . .
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, sack

[Layzie]
I'm takin' a hit of the bud, gotta give love to my thugs
Smokin, not chokin', now what?

[Krayzie]
I'm fucked up
That hydro really got me buzzed, me buzzed

[Bizzy]
Keep rollin', (smokin',) and chokin'
Nothin' but the Bone in me

[Bizzy]
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Box of blunts, come get drunk
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Sack of skunk, come get drunk

[Krayzie]
It's sneakin' upon me
Wine
Follow me down the nine-nine
and you will find all of me kind every time

[Layzie]
Drinkin' me wine, double your crime
When a me roll down the nine-nine
A stream of bullets and unload
With a me right way down your . . .

[Krayzie]
Buddah
Choke up with a me buddah
Smoke jump outta me buddah

[Flesh]
Hittin' that hydro, lettin' me school ya

[Bizzy]
Oh, that buddah in your lungs and up
That buddah fool ya

[All]
It's nothin' but the Bone in me
Hey, keep hittin' that reefer sendin' me straight to heaven

[Bizzy]
If ya got a bag of tweed, well, blaze it with me, fool

[Krayzie]
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steady be losin' me balance

[Layzie]
It's a Bone thang how a nigga like me smoke and maintain

[Krayzie]
Maintain, maintain

[Bizzy and Flesh]
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain

[Krayzie]
Remain the same
. . . number one

[Bizzy Bone (whispering)]
Shit
Shut up nigga...Shut the fuck up nigga
Here they come...Here they come
Here they come nigga...Duck down nigga duck down
Shit
[Dogs barking]
[Cop]
there they are
[Bizzy]
Shit..come on nigga come on
nigga run for it nigga make..
[Cop]
Freeze motherfucker!
[Bizzy]
Shit...
[Gunshot]

[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I'm lil' ripsta, im...
[Krayzie Bone]
Leather face comin' to kill them at night
[Bizzy]
Die Die Die
[Krayzie]
so we buck them studio thugstas I'm...
[Bizzy]
willing and ready to ride

[Krayzie Bone]
I pop pop droppin' them niggas with the glock gun
Nigga, you best start run, duckin' the shotgun
leavin' 'em up off my block stunned
One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya
you fuckin' with Bone you better believe we livin' like soldiers
We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just don't care
You don't wanna fuck with you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga
Better check my manuscript
drugdealer, killa, cabbage peeler
Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some
Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone
Fuck with the Bone four niggas strong leave 'em alone til' it be on
Krayzie put on one in your dome
and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong so go on
Cause nigga the sawed-off ain't full of shit
Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed man
They givin' me what me need man when I light my blunt
fold the niggas up in me hood so when we smoke smoke smoke
get paid good so we gonna blaze good
So come to The Land where all the thugs be real
Them St. Claire niggas they ain't no joke
so catch a slug or chill nigga

[Chorus]

[Cop]
Lie down with your hands behind your back
[Gun being cocked]
[Bizzy Bone]
Naw bitch you lie your funky ass on the ground..now
[muffled gun fire/gun dropping??]
[News Reporter]
This seemingly routine investigation
had become a horrible nightmare..

[Bizzy]
Running with gats and bats
so nigga don't test rest or you get a peeled cap
pap pap that pump better check that gun
for a nigga done get that skull cracked
Lil' Rip done rolled up
the bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up
Let's swerve to the birds set up a hold up
so many bodies me blowed up
Nuts bucks and guts nigga mistakin' them balls for dogs
All niggas'll get mauled no thing to pick up a pump
and people know ya and never hold ya especially when them rolls up
Bet I bringin' in them guns run a thug get low down
You don't wanna get nutted cause' nigga you gonna get bloody
once you see the braids and skully
Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried
POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in the night
once inside forgettin' about remorse your curse will ride
cry now when you're ready to lie down
when I'm weak in a mental state
Somebody gonna die now

meanwhile swerve to the burbs

[Witness 1]
Man he just all of a sudden just jumped out of a window
I didn't know what was goin' on I'm just walkin' by
Just got a bottle of wine..
I was just walkin' by
and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled
(And that was it.) I don't know?
[Witness 2]
Well I saw his wife begging him
and she said "don't jump" and he did[whistles]
[Reporter 2]
Did you know the guy?
[Witness 3]
He sure had a problem
That's all I could tell ya
[Witness 4]
All I seen was them put the lady in a police car
and take her I guess it was his wife

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[Hook:]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[Repeat 8x]

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]

Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 99
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' out
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 thugstas die,
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]

All:
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh, 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 with ya.
If your a busta niggas gon' have fun with ya.
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 drug, 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 ya 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 ya for actin' like somebody never told ya.
So off we go, to the bloody road, time to bless some souls, with that
nine shot, givin' props to the double glock.

Flesh:
Pump, pump, 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' 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.

Pop, pop, givin' up shots to the double-glock, glock.

Mo! Hart:
Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks of lead,
and (Clair thugs) gaugin' pump eruptions, nickel trip and shut 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 demons 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 out from the hood.
We bailin'. We thuggin'. 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, never come again where the scandalous niggas settle.
Bloody nigga, trues be on my level.
Eighty-eight 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, ya got me bent, all fucked up.
Your luck's up.
Now you gotta 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 territory 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 them (Kool-Aid) hats.
Into the graveyard, but prepare to get (drugged up on the Clair to
tear a round) 'fore somebody gets stuck.
You still won't want some, bitch, but what the muthafuck?
I wanna one to whammy with a TEC-9.
Now, bitch, press your luck.