 Bone, Thugs N-harmony The Collection: Vol. 1 » Die lirieke [+ Voeg +] |
1. _ F--- Tha Police
Interpolated by krayzie bone and layzie bone
[sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. fuck the police. fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.
Krayzie:
Yo, fuck the police, comin' straight from the underground. a young nigga got it bad 'cause i'm brown and not the other color. some police think they have the authority to kill a minority, but
Fucka mad, 'cause i ain't the one for a punk muthafucka with a badge and a gun to be beatin' on and thrown in jail. but we can go toe to toe in the middle of the cell. fuckin' with a nigga, 'c
A nigga turned major, and got a little bit of money and they play us, search a nigga car, lookin' for a product, thinkin' every thug nigga sellin' narcotics. they'd rather see me in the pen, th
Blowin' indo rollin' in my benz-o. i send the police to the grave, and when i'm finished, nigga, bring the yellow tape to tape off the scene of the slaughter, still gettin' swoll off bread and
R. i don't know if they fags or what--search a nigga down and grab on his nuts. and on the other hand, without a gun they can't get none, but don't let it be a black and a white one, 'cause th
Slam ya down to the street t
Op. black police showin' out for the white cop, but krayzie bone will swarm on any muthafucka in a blue uniform. just 'cause i'm from the c-l-e, the punk muthafuckas are afraid of me, huh. a
Nigga on the warpath, and when i'm finished, it's gonna be a bloodbath of cops dying around my way. yo, bitch, i got somethin' to say:
[sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. fuck the police. fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.
Krayzie and layzie:
Fuck the police and bone said it with authority, 'cause the niggas on the street is a majority, a gang, and it's whenever i'm steppin' that a muthafuckin' weapon is kept in the stash spot for th
Called law, wishin' bone was some niggas that they never saw. lights start flashin' behind me, but they scared of a nigga, so they mase me to blind me, but that shit don't work. i just laugh,
Lus, it gives 'em a hint not to step in my path. the police, i'm sayin', "fuck you, punk." readin' my rights and shit. it's all junk. pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a f
Ss badge and a gun in your hand, but take off the gun, so we can see what's up, and i'll go at it, punk, and i'm a fuck you up. made ya think i'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and bone's g
Last. i'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime, and i'm a smoke 'em now and not next time. smoke any muthafucka that sweats me and any asshole that threatens me. i'm a sniper with a hell of
Pe, takin' out a cop or two. they can'
T fuck with me. the muthafuckin' killa that's mad with potential to get bad as fuck. now i'm a turn it around--dig in the clip, yo, and this is the sound: [two gunshots.] yeah, somethin' lik
T, but it all depends on the size of the strap. takin' out a police will make my day, and the niggas like bone, don't give a fuck to say . . .
[sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. fuck the police. fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.
Layzie:
I'm tired of these muthafuckin' jackins. sweatin' my thug, while we be thuggin' in the shack and shinin' the lights in my face and for what? maybe it's because i'm kickin' so much butt. i kic
, nigga. maybe, 'cause i blast on a stupid-ass nigga when i'm playin' with the trigger of an uzi or an ak, 'cause the police always got somethin' stupid to say. they pull out my picture with s
E, 'cause my identity along with my groups causes violence. it's bone with the criminal behavior. yeah, i'm thugsta, nigga, but still i got flavor. without a gun and a badge, what do you got?
Igga in a uniform waitin' to get shot by me or one of my niggas, and with a gat it don't matter if you're smaller or bigger.
Krayzie:
Size don't mean shit. i'm from the old school, fool.
Layzie:
And as you all know, layzie bone came to rule. whenever i'm rollin', keep on lookin' in your mirror, and ears on cue, yo, so i can hear a dumb muthafucka with a gun. and when i'm rollin' off t
Ght, you'll be the one that i take out, and then i get away, and while i'm drivin' off laughin', this is what i say, believe that . . .
[sirens blaring.]
Layzie:
Fuck the police. fuck the police. fuck 'em . . .
Krayzie:
Surprise.
You're muthafuckin' right.
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2. _ Shoot 'em Up
Bone thugs-n-harmony
Krayzie:
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up. shoot 'em up. shoot 'em up.
Twelve gauges bust up in ya. playa haters, we be quick to pin ya.
You know we know you don't wanna roll,
'cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya. oh, yeah.
Layzie:
Right off the jump, ooh, now i gotsta let you know when you see me runnin', rollin' with them big shotguns, and we deep when we creep, never sleepin' and we droppin' them whammies on fools, who
Get dumb and numb. now, that you know like that. these niggas come around; they don't know how to act. in fact, i'm at the track in the back with a couple of my cats in the hood, smokin' wee
Up to no good, red dog in the trunk, and we rollin' that. bang or slang. now bail on over to your thugs, so me and the rest of these thugs can marinade, marinade. we straight. get high, so
That's how my mental, that's how my mental state is like. parlay, parlay, like everyday. don't think i don't pin playa hation ya, but ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the m-11, .35
Omatic weapons from my shelf. the niggas wanna take my health and wealth, check yourself, tryin' to contend, but they couldn't win. you took it to the head with a fifth of hen, now we in a red
-hundred benz, oh, we roll, r
Oll. drop the top, and lock the locks, cock the glock, 'bout to hit this corner, livin' like a thug on the real. who's stronger when i put it on ya, on ya? all playa haters goners.
Krayzie:
Murder, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda them all. they fall. they fall. buck. buck. oh, yeah. niggas--they get it then pissed off, and a, and a to fuck with the wrong muthafuckas. they fall
K) when we buck, bitch, ooh, we got somethin' to put you back into your trunk quick. hey, that fo'-fo' magnum, gon' handle 'em, ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat, execution, i
E shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth. you plot me, 'cause you watch me, watch me, watch me. my nigga, we know what you're thinkin' 'bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me, i'm com
P outta my shit with some shit that be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin' what have i got to make sure they lit him up good. and you still find me. where? [you know we bullshit.] east 99, dru
Ers and po-po--yeah, that's the clair. bone runnin' back to mo', and that's cleveland, cleveland. you know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin'. if somebody got beef, we got millions done made.
Ollin' thug records for ya, s
Ee my nigga, we com with nothin' to lose. and bitch, if ya try me, (...?...) all those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room. if i could just look up and see haters dyin' [-yin' -yin'] a
Ip up my mind, and whenever you think i'm quiet, i get plots on the riot, riot--bang. that's way ya get 'em, man: [get 'em, man; get 'em, man.] sneak up on 'em, and you kill 'em, and they won'
K with ya no more. you havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body. smokers, chill. my niggas, gotta get me sloppy. high, oh, so, so high.
Wish:
Come on, come on, don't be shy. let's get high.
Krayzie:
We got the herb.
Wish:
If you want some, want some. we got weed indeed. you need some, need some? aw, yeah. i know this just might sound crazy, but lately gotta roll with my gun, 'cause the haters they hate me, wa
Urt that nigga, bone. niggas somehow, someway get paid, and quit playa hatin'. that buck to the bang, everything i got, i got 'cause we rhyme, thai rhyme. had to thug it out, but it came in t
Just in time. and you give it to me, my thugs gon' give it you, so either way we go about this goes, somebody's head gon' get blown. bone gon' on with your bad self, hey, hey, hey, blowin' up
Face with your pistols and get with that buck to the bang, bang, bang. nigga wanna roll with bone, it's on, 'cause nigga, we cool, we cool. don't forget: playa haters get that buck to the ban
Up in that body. got 'em, got 'em. we won't be slippin'. we just might be peepin' you all the time. i'm comin'. i'm gunnin', and i put that on the double nine.
Bizzy:
Shoot 'em up always, hate when i break you off and you loss and make it look to (?). let there be coffins for all of your offspring, now. let there be coffins for all of your offspring for the
Ce on the corner, creepin' up, here comes them soldiers pullin' up, better watch one of them st. clair niggas. put it in a gutter, better (often) and doze ya. really know ya should'na let me j
' up out your shit, you runnin' with a gang of bitches for you, ready when i'm ready to do it you. it in my thang but a buck, buck is small change, it's off in ten to say that they niggas was b
Ittin', and the bizzy maintain. nigga, this the northcoast homie. that city where the st. clair niggas sell dope. i hear police. roll deep in the set, see none of us scared, and we show that
On, bitch. bang. you feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch. i done put it down with-a my click, and stood on my own, and (kill flesh). and i rest on the nine, i'll be fuckin' with y
Slangin' my dogs, and 'em al
L niggas been (?) little bizzy, but it's all good, i still ball. and i know when ya roll, i'm snatchin' your souls with the bone, we can show it, and since i'm a flow, and it's all of y'all re
My niggas, i figured i'd let 'em all know it. playas takin' up off the style; well, if you think i'm scared, you (dead wrong) did you think when i break you down.
Krayzie:
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up. shoot 'em up. shoot 'em up.
Twelve gauges bust up in ya. playa haters, we be quick to pin ya.
You know we know you don't wanna roll,
'cause when we give it to ya, we're gonna bring it to ya. oh, yeah.
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3. _ Bnk
Eazy-e featuring bone thugs-n-harmony
Eazy-e:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa
Eazy-e:
Black nigga killa. hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through the punk's back. raisin' cain, feel no pain as i penetrate. nigga five deep as i strike at a quick pace.
T the evil of my dead nigga trapped in my mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind. born to kill, i'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. a 30.06
The scope i make a skinhead brain bust all across the west coast. muthafuckas catchin' heat as i bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber. the evil in my blood is possessed, so i
Low from the back slow and push lead through that nigga's flesh. ain't no hope when every nigga wants to be the nine-milla, on the trigger, the black nigga killa.
Krayzie:
We be the mighty warrior. black nigga killa, what's up? you ready to die? you think you can fuck with them thug niggas? come on, tell me the truth, nigga. look in my eyes. bitch, we get liv
One thugs-n-harmony, nigga--cleveland's thuggish ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit. buck, buck, bust. let 'em know we still run this bitch just like an assassin. say, nigga, we nic
Can get nasty. get into war, what else can it be? nigga, you know what we came here for. you know, when we shot through the door, my niggas was serious, playin no jokes. just 'cause i'm a r
, you thought it's for show? okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. you thought we was studio, saw us on video, seen us in person so here we go [here we go]. what is your problem? here c
He bullets, better dodge 'em. i sneaks up behind, so i'm fuckin' with killas. nigga, don't make me kill ya. got a bodybag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer.
Wish:
Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll. niggas out tryin' to fuck with us, but i'm givin' you one warnin'--that's a no-no. 'cause i got what you
If you are ready to die, to die, to die. nigga, bye bye. shots might be fired. yep. everybody gon' run? naw. shootin' at me? better hit me or one day . fire! here i come, come. and you
T wanna see. we like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but bone go pap pap. really just out for the money, ya'll. really won't hurt none of y'all, but playas went too far so i say, &qu
Ck y'all. fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters. all, y'all, y'all, y'all haters."
Eazy-e:
Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa.
Flesh-n-bone:
I'm servin' these bitches daily. i'm a black nigga killa--that's what you can label me. unfadable, see? you don't really wanna fuck with us. you can't touch us. you ain't able. rest in pea
Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. niggas don't ever know what hit 'em. i split 'em and snatch they soul like the reaper. have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat, sold
A hundred pounds? rollin', downin' a fifth of rose when i stroll, and who wanna fuck with me now? lay 'em all down when i creep through your town and clown. i bet you feela this nigga behind t
Igger, clack back. stack, that black nigga killa.
Layzie:
['cause dyin' be easy.] nigga, you know what bone be sayin'. rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'. aw, shit. just to let you know, man, that 187 f
Aler. we black nigga killas and down to ride for e [e]. he'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: n.w.a, nigga b-o-n-e. all around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like t
. lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet might hit you. picture yourself in a coffin--so stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde. better scatter, dodge 'fore this
T lodged in your ass, simply for the cash. been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places. aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis. gimme my space, shit, show m
E love, though. just pump your fist in the air and holler, "mo!" could you do me that? and i'll hit you back. little nigga just wanna know where my thugs at. some at the track on
Ack. oh, yes, some niggas on corner 'r
Ound sellin that crack. some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my niggas' at home playin' bone. could they rest in peace? my niggas sleep. makaveli, biggie smalls, and eazy-e. t-rock got
[t-rock got shot]. lord bless his city [bless his city] thats why [why i] shoot, shoot 'em up. shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up. shoot, shoot 'em up. shoot 'em up, always [nigga], always. that's
Shoot 'em up.
Eazy-e:
Black nigga, killa, killa, killa, killa.
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4. _ Foe Tha Love Of $
Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga sin at home
Polishin' that mac-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
We wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, wish spotted the place and quickly rolled up
Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Buck, buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why?
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause flesh be lovin' this money
I'm given uo love to the hustlas
All them st.clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and i hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, i'm trailin
Feelin one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and i gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till i'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, what up?
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun me
Feelin' lovely, but i'm just in it for he love of the money
Chorus
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So i dash, i ducks, and i hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, i had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Easy muthafuckin e or eric wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how i stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
Muthafucka!!
Chorus
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click
Rollin' with ruthless, the thug i be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
Ya beter respect rip, or ya best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now
While i take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, i run, for the love of my money
Nigga down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back in the
Days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, ripsta, both on the mission for money
You give u the cash, oh, that was your ass
Cause me and me nigga was hungary
And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the temple
And um, bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha shit simple and run
To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when i stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money
Yeah, bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, layzie bone, bizzy bine, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone
And i'm that nigga, krayzie bone, in the muthafuckin' house
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5. _ No Way Out
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6. _ Murder One
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7. _ Battlezone
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8. _ 2 Glocks
Bone thugs~n~harmony
Btnhresurrection
Krayzie
(panic time, bring your gun)
Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all |
9. _ Ecstasy
ecstasy
Bone thugs~n~harmony
Btnhresurrection
Krayzie "krayzie the dealer"
What's happenin' nigga? "hell yeah, what's up my nigga? ain't nothin' just out
Here grindin my nigga, you know what it is." "what's up nigga what you need?" i
Need some weed nigga. "aw man i don't even fuck with the weed no more." what?
"aw hell no man i got this new shit man, this shit called ecstasy man." ecstasy
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10. _ Don't Worry
Krayzie
Everything's goin' to be all right, it's gon' be all right! everything's
Goin' to be all right, (it's gonna be all right) all right. [*4]
So don't you worry about a damned thing, a damned thing.
Don't you worry about a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby) [*3]
Now i dedicate this to all of my niggas, that's dreamin'. schemin' on making
A million, trying to feed they children. them police keep comin' around and
Keep tryin' to beat you down and take you out. nigga, don't worry, god don't
Like evil. shit is so clear that they came and see through, but no matter
What we do (it matter what we do) we gon' be strugglin' forever, runnin'
Forever. the way that i see it, it won't get no better, until armageddon
Proves that it's not a legend. it's kind of hard to view paradise. (paradise)
But if you try, just close your eyes, you can view it. (you can view it) but
Reality hits you, as soon as you open your eyes, you'll find that you still
Live a fucked up life (life) and the streets done took over your mind.
Figured you got to survive, so somebody got to die. too strong to break down
And cry, but i'm askin' god to come help us, please god!
Krayzie
Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.
Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby) [*2]
Wish
Some of y'all niggas really can't fight. better get it together, better act
Right. 'cause when you fuck with bone, better come with some, better have
Your shit right. and don't be plannin' no future on nuttin' you heard, nigga.
He say/she say get you fucked up, killed! and i'm goin' ride. won't lose no
Sleep over nuttin'. you can say we frontin', but all these years, face to
Face, ain't nobody said nuttin'. livin' in these wicked days, tryin' to get
Over my wicked ways. time after time, i know we try, but we losin' this life
Game, damn! and i don't want to go out like that, not me! baby, bone got what
You want. physically, you don't wanna bleed. ahh la-la-la—la-la. hit 'em
Hard, it's gonna be all right, all right, all right!
Krayzie
So don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.
Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby).
Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing.
Don't you worry 'bout a damned thing, a damned thing. (baby)
Bizzy
And don’t you worry ‘bout a damn thing! and don’t you worry ‘bout a damn
Thing!
With all odds against us. prayin' to god. got me runnin |
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11. _ Souljahs Marching
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12. _ Servin' Tha Friends
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13. _ Notorious Thugs
Notorious b.i.g. featuring bone thugs-n-harmony
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', ga
' 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.
Ga, you'd shoot, 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 fe
Ale 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
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 g
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, cas
Es 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, fuck
N 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 deep, deep in my temple, and i go ge
Timentally 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 man
E 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, bitc
Eakin' 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 d
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 pardo
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 s
." 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,
He 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 ge
N 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
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-
Ump, 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
S, 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
W, 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 rig
Tween 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
Un. 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 r
Edrum.
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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14. _ P.o.d. (bonus Track)
Krayzie:
My nigga, let's get p.o.d.'ded [p.o.d.'ded, p.o.d.'ded] . . .
[so high, so high am i.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that's needed [needed, needed].
[so high, so high am i.]
Krayzie:
Slow down, make it too smoky for you, baby. fucked up--look at you faded. i am what i am as a thug in the land, and that's all that i am. damn, you better come join this thugsta party. blunt
E up in your body. and come get high, get high.
Krayzie:
My nigga, let's get p.o.d.'ded [p.o.d.'ded, p.o.d.'ded] . . .
[so high, so high am i.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that's needed [needed, needed].
[so high, so high am i.]
Layzie:
Let's all get lifted. split the swisher, quickly twist us up a fatty. now, i've been smokin' out all day long, p.o.'d in the back of krayzie's caddy. how in the world did i manage to smoke th
Ny? about a hundred, man. feel it all in my stomach. to the brain severely blunted, and it ain't no shame off in my game. hydroponics and indonesia, even the stress sometimes be creeper, so
Me some reefer, want to receive, ah. little lay, givin' you what you need. nothin' but the best green leaves with a pocket full of cheese, gettin' p.o.d. [p.o.d.].
Krayzie:
My nigga, let's get p.o.d.'ded [p.o.d.'ded, p.o.d.'ded] . . .
[so high, so high am i.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that's needed [needed, needed].
[so high, so high am i.]
Wish:
I be so high, feel high. forgive me lord, but i feel like the weed be blessin' my soul [soul, yeah]. got to smoke that sticky, smelly stuff, but i just can't get enough. smoke it, hit it, pas
To the next man. let him choke, smoke but don't hold on; don't hold on, on. no, no. and if you smoke it with me, yeah. then, i'm a smoke it with you. y'all, we can smoke it all up. we can
And get ba-. we can smoke it all up. we can smoke and get ba-, ba-, ba-, ba-, buzzed.
Krayzie:
My nigga, let's get p.o.d.'ded [p.o.d.'ded, p.o.d.'ded] . . .
[so high, so high am i.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that's needed [needed, needed].
[so high, so high am i.]
Bizzy:
P.o.d.'ded that'll get me in my seat. hennessy and i ain't too young to be that poetically, here to believe that i get brave, and all on my way, in a daze, me puff puff on my reef. got a blunt
The thugs and hustlas. ain't no bustas in the mo thug game. and it gets me out of all miseries. follow the benefits, stay in place. as long as we reach, put up the fist and flip and pray. i
E done, when i reach my own. stay free; let the time go pass me by. stay high, i'm p.o.d.'d. p.o.d.'d.
Krayzie:
I smoke on nothin' but the best of buddah. ooh, yeah. get the blunts and weed. fuck the hennessy; let's focus on these leaves. reefer really relax my mind, and ask me one more time [time].
Split up, keep it lit up. can you feel us? get with us, smoke with your nigga. somebody told me [told me], you better respect the sticky leaves, sticky leaves, sticky leaves.
Krayzie:
My nigga, let's get p.o.d.'ded [p.o.d.'ded, p.o.d.'ded] . . .
[so high, so high am i.]
. . . reefer and blunts is all that's needed [needed, needed].
[so high, so high am i.]
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15. _ Breakdown
breakdown
(mo' thugs remix)
Mariah carey featuring bone thugs-n-harmony
[birds chirping.]
Layzie:
Over, over. don't break down yet, it's over.
Over, over. don't break down yet, it's over.
Over, over.
Wish:
Steady breakin' me on down.
Mariah:
Oooh.
Wish:
Break, breakdown. steady breakin' me on down.
Break, breakdown. steady breakin' me on down.
Mariah:
You called yesterday to basically say that you care for me, but that you're
Just not in love.
Immediately, i pretended to be feeling similarly, and led you to believe i was
O.k. to just walk away from the one thing that's unyeilding and sacred to me.
Mariah:
Well, i guess i'm trying to be nonchalant about it, and i'm going to extremes
To prove i'm fine without you, but in reality i'm slowly losing my mind
Underneath the guise of a smile. gradually, i'm dying inside. friends ask me
How i feel, and i lie convincingly, 'cause i don't want to reveal the fact that
I'm suffering, so i wear my disguise 'til i go home at night, and turn down all
The lights, and then i break down and cry.
Mariah:
So what do you do when somebody you're so devoted to suddenly just stops loving
You? and it seems they haven't got a clue of the pain that rejection is putting
You through. do you cling to your pride and sing "i will survive?" [krayzie:
Gotta get control and roll, roll, roll on.] do you lash out and say, "how dare
You leave this way?" do you hold on in vain as they just slip away?
Mariah:
Well, i guess i'm trying to be nonchalant [wish: break, breakdown. steady
Breakin' me on down.] about it, and i'm going to extremes to prove i'm fine
Without you, but in reality i'm slowly losing my mind underneath the guise of a
Smile. gradually, i'm dying inside. friends ask me how i feel, and i lie
Convincingly, 'cause i don't want to reveal the fact that i'm suffering, so i
Wear my disguise 'til i go home at night, and turn down all the lights, and
Then i break down and cry.
Wish:
Gonna break ya down, down, down, only if ya let it [don't let it.]. everyday
Crazy situations rockin' my mind tryin' to break me down, but i won't let it.
Forget it. if ya feel the same way that i do, then let me help y'all, all
Singin' tunes, sayin' "it's all right, it's all right, it's all right, yeah."
Hopin' for the sun, but it looks like rain, p.o.d'ed, but it's still the same.
Came far, but it's been a long road. trouble's gonna come but we gotta stay
Strong. hold on.
Krayzie:
Aw, yeah, i often feel the pressures, y'all, but nevertheless krayzie won't
Fall. it's over. it's endin' here [here]. i said it's over. it's endin' here
[here], so i'll be on my way, and maybe we can meet up in the future one day,
But for now i'm bailin', bailin'. bailin', baby, gotta get up, can't take no
More. i'm headed for the door, come and take a look into a thug humble eye.
Tell me: if we lived a lie, would our souls unite?
Layzie:
Every new day is a test for me, so i just pray the lord for him to bless me,
Please. there's struggles i'm goin' through lately, breaks me down, set me
Free. let me be. let me be. who else do i have to rely on? whose shoulder can a
Thug go cry on? can i get my vibe on? while you look into my eyes, you won't
Underestimate, and this soldier story, i'm'a tell you right now i'm fed up.
Wrong if i let my lead bust? hard to keep your head up. don't let this world
Get the best of you, i'm a stress you through it, if it's over, over, over.
Don't breakdown yet, it's over.
Mariah:
Well, i guess i'm trying to be nonchalant about it, and i'm going to extremes
To prove i'm fine without you, but in reality i'm slowly losing my mind
Underneath the guise of a smile. gradually, i'm dying inside. friends ask me
How i feel, and i lie convincingly, 'cause i don't want to reveal the fact that
I'm suffering, so i wear my disguise 'til i go home at night, and turn down all
The lights, and then i break down and cry.
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16. _ Days Of Our Livez
Bone thugs-n-harmony
Krayzie:
Bone, bone, bone . . .
Wasteland soldiers.
These are the days of our lives [of our lives, of our lives].
I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever.
Come and look deeply in my eyes.
[with layzie: my eyes]
I've been strugglin', hustlin', thuggin' it forever, and ever.
Bone, bone, bone . . .
We gotta prepare, gotta prepare, gotta prepare for eternal warfare.
Only time will tell who dies.
These are the days of our lives.
[layzie: only time will tell . . .]
Come look deeply in my eyes.
These are the days of our lives.
See the murder mold our lives.
[layzie: see the murder mold.]
These are the days of our lives.
[layzie: these are the days of our lives.]
These are the days of our lives.
Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors.
[with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.]
Layzie:
Eternal your thugs. here i come, tellin' 'em soldier stories. been daily collectin' my lesson, went out on a quest and without any question, stressin', no restin', we journey. this blessin' s
N' the game, rearrangin' thangs, 'cause most the world was bringin' me down. mesmerized, controlled by the other side, and the devil was in my town, looking for me . . .
Wish:
. . . but he won't get me in time, fuckin with bone, and he's likin' these rhymes. we rhyme, better believe, it's all the time, nigga, we 'live. we straight up soldiers [soldiers]. better hea
T i told ya [told ya]. we rob before we go broke, man, we robbin' y'all, all a y'all, all a y'all.
Krayzie:
Y'all my dogs. if ya call or ya fall, depend on that nigga whenever, and i will be there. lean on me, but let us get rid of the enemies makin' me sayin', "now why, oh, why?", but if
Hink you can hang, then . . .
Now come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors.
[with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.]
Layzie:
Thuggin' in the studio, y'all know we roll hydro. everytime we rhyme, i'm high. look at me deeply in my eyes. i rise to the top of the game. nowhere did i have to run, now way did i have to
. sherm, but a lot of niggas won't learn, but the money that i earn, won't burn, so come again.
Wish:
Better watch that mac-10, nigga. this one's for me and my friends. we steadily rollin'. i told ya. keep bringin' home platinum and gold ones. pap. pap. put it all on the ground, yeah bone
H, we used to get down [get down] with a clack back, put on the ground, now get down.
Bizzy:
Well, it must be ghosts who stroll, when i roll, but they ain't gon' get in, though. i'm sittin' alone in my window. little eazy, bless his soul, it's so cold, [it's so cold]. lil' bizzy got
S from the peeps the streets, and none of these police holice know me, still wanna him cuffed up, bitch. no peace, no peace.
Krayzie:
Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[with layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors.
[with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.]
Bizzy:
And it ain't no mystery that biz still be yellin', bailin', pullin' into me city. study ripsta's scripture, sista, receive me, i'm off. "hey, weeders 'til the end [end], maybe double me u
Get one for my friend. twenty-twin, twin, we're biddin' on bud [on bud], start the bid at a fin. so, who wanna bag? who wanna bag? you wanna bag? you gotta bag. sold." send him outt
Door to liquor store for the blunts to roll. only my lord can tell who dies. so pick up the puzzle and pieces and put it together of our lives.
Krayzie:
My lordy lord maintain. it's hard 'cause i'm a soldier at war. 'cause everybody wanna try to bring out the devil in me, but they're evil, and better believe weed keeps me at ease. take notes,
O, 'cause here it comes. that murder mo comin' to carry you, oh, you, oh. we're lovin' this shit, when they pullin' the gauge out [murder]. hey, they put it up to your temple, and we blow you
Ins out. die.
Now, come into my world, and you can see that we are more than thugs.
[layzie: we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs. we're more than thugs.]
With just a little twist of harmony, we're smokin' lethal warriors.
[with layzie: we're warriors. we're warriors. we're warriors.]
Only time will tell who dies.
Come look deeply in my eyes.
See the murder mold our lives.
These are the days of our lives.
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17. _ One Night Stand - Bonus Track
one night stand
('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, ( |
18. _ Body Rott
chorus (krayzie):
I say the war shouldn't stop
Until these playa-hatin niggaz body rott (body rott)
Nigga the war shouldn't stop
Until these mothafuckin cops body rott (body rott)
(x2)
Krayzie:
We presist smoke blunts
Youll never find a thuggish bunch of niggaz like us
Dont be so quick to test us
I be laodin my bust
Im a have to talk to eazy through the ouija
So i can see if maybe he can tell me
Why ya hatin on me bitin on me
Why ya want me to show a nigga leatherface in me
Dont fuck around nigga he's a real buck em down nigga
Motherfuck rampin how bout fuckin with me now nigga
Nigga get ya chips from ya bras get high
Then ya bras get cheese from niggas and ride
Everynody wanna party even the niggaz with problem
Hey nigga we'll solve em cuz bitch we'll squash em
You dont know me fuck you when you got beef
But you also got no clothes no style and no mo teeth
See me rampin on yo tv actin
And its a fact that when you see us in person
That we wouln't flex so show you no action
Down for mine, got to show a nigga time 2 time
So i figga i slow down the rhyme
So they can understant i sing with so much anger and pain
That if i jump then ill exlpode like a fuckin grenade
Nigga, fuck calm time to ring the alarm
Break the niggaz out of prison killin all the gaurds
Power to the people givin people the power
To put it down in yo city
And fuck dem hill billies
Nigga i cant stand no motherfuckin po-po
But we gon start killin these bitches and takin no more
Yea, mothug the only click that i claim
Although we all be on tha bangin
You can say i role wit a gang
And this is seen checkers in tha making
So nigga continue with the remains
Chorus
Bizzy:
I heard, i heard, i heard....
Yeah nigga we heard of anotha murder
So when they got the tyrone
Flipin the flow now let it burn
When tha pistol they polish it off
Rollin withbone
Bitch, you know we come with
Black dat please
In the 1999 with my feet up in indonesia
Were there be no beat
Release the beat
Gotta rid tha streets
And getta my peeps
????but they cant me
????????????????
????????????????
Its never a trench
Nigga betta use your arms betta use your fists
Pick up my cannon and get get yea
Were gonna fuck you up????
Were corrupt as a 40 dollar fuck
Come and get fucked up
And get out tha county niggaz get rallyed
Duck in an alley dissapear pear
In an ally
Reapear pear off in cali
If ya fell me daddy early
I was taught like a man man
And we do shiticly
With tha band
Now look at me platnum fuck da rap
We caught a bith made hation
Nation now a dayz on oc-u-pation
So why you hate me still cant fade me
Im waiting on me
Because a point of view was made with the song
Im ready to go pop pop pop pop pop
Chorus
Layzie:
How do you see me when you see me
Drinkin on hennesy and reamy
Look into my eyes my shit is dreamy
Begin to scotty beam me up
A bunch of gauge eruptions swolled your whole infantry
Yall betta expect inialation fuckin around with the sct's
Betta be soldiers organized for the love of justice
Armacy, for harmony and nigga in thugs we trust
So nigga i bust so back up off me givin em mercy
Shit is crittical, killin you individual with a ouija type ritual
I diggin a ditch for all you po-po who thought that you could come and raid
There aint no way to be safe nigga its the army briggade
So listen up and hearwhats spoken as i start this locomotion
Retaliate because we chosen all we show is pure devotion
Chorus
Wi$h:
Now when ya fuckin with me
Make sure you know what cha doin
Got niggaz dat knowin rollin wit me
Infared to yo head dont beg you dead
We fled, gotta get away, gotta make sure im free
So when you need me i can buck another day
Its a bone thing betta run run
Cuz when ya fuckin with you gonn die die
Dont be suprised bone want your presidents
Wanna run it all run all of it all of it
Fuckin done, fuckin done
Nigga this superstear
Dont pull no gun if you aint no spirit
Click clack back be the sound
These buckers and haters is wrong
Uh, we buckin em down
Trust in me, i harmony i free p's
Eternally bless my soul lord
And everybody that rides with me
Its from me to you, its from me to you(me to you)
Cuz its my point of view
Its just a point of view(point of view point of view)
Yea, and thats why i stay high
So high so high
Like la-di-da-di, la-di-da-di
So high so high
Chorus
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19. _ 1st Of Tha Month
Bone thugs-n-harmony
[birds singing. snoring. rooster crowing. alarm clock.]
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. it's the first of the month,
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Krayzie:
Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day, and i won't front with ya. why? 'cause it's the first of the month. and now i be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thug
Come, come, we got the blunts and rum. from jumpin' all night, we high. hit up the block to where? east 99. i get with my nigga to get me some llello. double up, nigga, what you need? we
Eed to get p.o.d.'ded. fiend for the green leaves. give it up, it's the first for sure. better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. if you can't get away, bette
S that llello, keep your bankroll. yeah, we havin' a celebration. love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind, i'm down for mine, crime after crime. fin to creep to the p
Ause mom's got the grub on the grill. if we got the food, you know it's the first of the month, and my nigga, we chills for real.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Bizzy:
Wake up, and i see that my sister was already dressed. she said, "i'm gonna run and go get my stamps. watch and make sure no one snatches my check." nigga, that's the mailman. sort
Ugh the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. then i be hittin' the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. but ain't no bucket, ride that rita, hop on the ten to the clair, ready to get
P with-a me thugs, and i cash that dub. man, i gotta get there. playa-playa, holla, holla, st.clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or off on the glock-glock for some dollars, so ge
Ag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke it. hittin' that reefer, hydro. been known to cut, so fuck them po-po. toss all th
Ello, then roll with the chrome to say mo. runnin' through the alley, (and in to my way), hop on the second to sundown. nose run from january on down to december, i'm lovin' the first of the m
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Wish:
It's the first of the month. gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that i claim, and i slang on the double nine. now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty. can a thug get love? what's up?
O slang on my corner, nigga, you's a goner. st. clair niggas don't like that. and sellin' them dummies, makin' that money, come back, nigga, get pap pap. from the first to the fifteenth nigga
Ke plenty weed, but i gotta save, gotta come up. put my rocks in the cut. when i get high, nigga, blaze that blunt. time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to the stash. go
Atch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me. see, gotta serve the whole block, spend a couple bills, t
Smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first].
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.
Layzie:
Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin', i'm yawnin', lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then i can kick it with my trues. but it is the firs
I'm gettin' me hustle on. hop on the phone, callin' up krayzie bone, "wanna know, did you're o.g. check come?"
[krayzie: "she put me down."]
"i'm a hop on the bus with biz."
[krayzie: "you know, let's get drunk."]
And i'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk--nigga, t, just put me down. oh, god, how i love when the first come around, now, me freakin' me black and milds. head across town, 'cause n
The first get celebrated. rushin' to the block, 'cause i wanna get faded. lookin' all wild, 'cause i'm need me hair braided. we heavy off into this game. true to the first, just call me that
Slang: them nickels and dimes, the twenties, the fifties. the first be the day for the dopeman slangin' that cocaine, fool, and i'm workin' late tonight. and all them fiends be lovin' them th
'cause i got them rocks for them pipes. come, come up with them ends. i gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff. you're live with the bone thugs, poetic hustla'z, and the gravey
Hift on the first.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.
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20. _ The Crossroads
bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone, bone.
Now tell me what 'cha gonna do [now, tell me what.] when there ain't nowhere to
Run,
When judgment comes for you, when judgement comes for you?
Tell me what 'cha gonna do [now, tell me what.] when there ain't nowhere to
Hide,
When judgement comes for you, 'cause it's gonna come for you?
Heeeeead south this songs for wally, eazy, c's uncle charlie, little boo. god's
Got 'em. and i'm gonna miss everybody i done roll with, flows my gang. looked
At him while he lay. when playin' with destiny, play too deep for me to say.
Little layzie came to me, told me if he should decease well then, please bury
Me by my gran gran and when you can, come follow me.
Layzie
God bless you. workin' on a plan to heaven, follow the lord all
Twenty-four-seven days. god is who we praise, even though the devil's all up in
My face. but he's keepin' me safe and in my place. say grace to engage the race
Without a chance to face the judge, sayin' again my soul won't budge. grudge
Because there's no mercy for thugs. ooh, what can i do? it's all about a family
And how we roll. can i get a witness? let it unfold. we livin' our lives to
Eternal our souls. a-oh, a-oh.
Krayzie
Heeeeey, 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 lay.
Now, follow me, roll, stroll, whether it's hell or it's heaven. come, let us go
Take a visit to the people that's long gone they rest: wally, eazy, terry, boo.
It's steady creepin' up on my family. exactly how many days we got lastin'?
While you laughin', we're passin' passin' away. now y'all rest y'all souls,
'cause i know i'm a meet you up at the crossroad. y'all know, you forever got
Love from them bone thugs, baby.
Wish
Little eazy's long gone. really wish he could come home, but when it's time to
Die, gotta go bye-bye. all a little thug could do is cry, cry. why'd 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. oh, so wrong, killin' so
Wrong. gotta hold on. gotta stay strong. when the day, comes better believe
Bone gotta 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
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday.
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads, crossroads),
So you won't be lonely. [*4]
Dizzy
And i'm gonna miss everybody. and i'm gonna miss everybody (long gone, long
Gone). and i'm gonna miss everybody. [*2]
Layzie
Livin' in a hateful world. send me straight to heaven. that's how we roll.
[*3]
And i'm askin' the good lord, "why?" and sigh. he told me we lived to die.
Krayzie
What's up with that murder, y'all? see my little cousin was hung. somebody,
Really wrong. everybody want to test this dog, and ms. sleazy set up eazy to
Fall. you know why we sinnin'? and krayzie intendin' on endin' it when it ends.
Murder come again, again, and again. now, tell me whatcha gonna do?
Wish
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
See you at the crossroads (crossroads, crossroads, crossroads), so you won't be
Lonely. [*10]
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21. _ Thuggish Ruggish Bone
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 brin
R 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
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 thuggi
Ues, 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. try to creep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under. strate jacket's gotta make that money, man. it'
Ll 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,
N 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,
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
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
Er 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
E 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 u
T 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 ve
Nd 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,
He 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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22. _ War (battlecry Remix)
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 t
.], 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' (cens
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
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
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 befo
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. f
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-
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
E 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
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 re
O 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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