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1. _ Never Grow
artist:bizzy bonealbum:the gift title:never grow
You better be careful where you go
Be careful where you go
Be careful where you go
Be careful where you go
Ahh, you'll never or you'll never grow
You better be careful where you go
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never or you'll never grow
The army's on way
How does it feel that way, feel that way, the army's on way
How does it feel that way, feel that way, the army's on way
Ahh, you'll never or you'll never grow
(bizzy)
You better be careful where you go
What am i supposed to do?
What? telling me ya'll feeling me
Been livin' up in a material world
Ya'll killing me, ya'll killing me
Really, really, act so silly
Til he hit 'em in the middle of the kidneys
And he fall, all over a sin
Letting it feel that way, feel that way
Get yourself killed that way
Victorious-ous-ous-ous
And put him in cuffs, fucked him up, up, up, up
And wake up, wake up, wake up
By the caffeine and green and nicotine and a yute ferrari, aye
Come around our way (yeah)
You always wanna party
You gotta handle your business
Can i get a witness?
Mmm hmm, what part of the game is this?
If we were in the islands, i would fry your whole tribe
Sicilian style while add enough break wide
As i come back with the vibe
And i throw up near side
Grimy niggas i can feel ya
I've been here the whole time
(chorus)
The army's on way
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never grow
The army's on way
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never grow, you'll never grow
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never grow
Ahh, you'll never grow
The army's on way
Ahh, you'll never grow
Ahh, you'll never grow
(bizzy)
Where your friends ain't your friends
And your foes ain't your foes
Where these niggas turning us bitches
And these bitches turn into hoes
Where the women at?
Baby i'ma getcha back, getcha back
Sit cha back, lick ya back, split ya back, picture that
If you don't know my story that's a more the reason to get the seasons
I'm stressed but i'm still breathing
Cleveland, the city we come from redrum
And murda mo i can feel some
Dumb idiots, hideous, fiesty, insideous
Some say i'm the prettiest thing
No need me rapping?
Fuck that!
Wind up just like a muskrat
Hut one! hut two! and bust back!
Cuz that's just how we do in fact
How do i feel me?
Fuck that touch molest two
And what's that little lesion on me?
Jesus, why did i do that?
(x2)
You better be careful where you go
What am i supposed to do?
You better be careful what you do
What am i supposed to do?
You better be careful who you use
What am i supposed to do?
You better be careful who you choose
What am i supposed to do?
(chorus)x4
Ahh, you'll never grow!
The army's on way
(bizzy)
See, we can ride and fuck a cop
Oh no, let's walk and fuck 'em all
We can pull out all our guns
Or we can talk and help the cause
Silent weapons watch your step, step
Squad hit your set yet?
Ain't nobody snitching
But i see one of your niggas is itching
Soon as pinched 'em i connect he gonna tell 'em
I'm gonna tell you, you gon' get that ass wet, wet, wet
We talking about non-profit organizations
Travel with the lord all over the nation
Unmasked situ-, love and trust have some patience
Keep the faith
Even if satan is face to face then keep hittin
Remember joe before value of gold broke, but i know
Whatever you facing keep on chasing, chasing
Can't runaway you gotta face 'em, erase 'em
Get to the finish get to the spinach, and keep blazing
You better be careful where you go
You better be careful what you do
You better be careful who you choose
You better be careful who you use
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
What am i supposed to do?
(chorus til fade)
Ahh, you'll never grow
Ahh,you'll never grow
The army's on way
You'll never grow
Ahh,you'll never grow
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2. _ Weed song
BONE THUGS N HARMONY LYRICS
"Weed Song"
[Krayzie Bone]
Take me
Higher, higher, baby
Can you feel it?? (feel it, feel it, feel it)
Do you feel the same weed high that I feel??
Cuz I'm so high (reefer makes you feel that way)
And I feeling so right
Roll (roll), let's smoke, I got to get high
I been high since the last song (off that la, la, la, la, la, la, la)
And i just been smokin' and smokin'
Smoke another blunt, roll another up
You know that weed can really ease your mind
Every time I smoke good reefer that indo high makes me fly
If everyboby smoked a blunt, relieve the mind, the world could
be a better place
If everybody took a break and we all just got wasted
Toked out (out, out out), smoked out (out, out, out),
choked out (out, out, out), pull another O (out, out, out)
Let's get P-O-D-ded (P-O-D-ded, P-O-D-ded)
[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
The weed can't get no better (no better baby)
[Bizzy Bone]
20 dollar hollars, all day, everyday
Come around my way, you gone want to stay
Weed makes me hungry, happy, and all I can say
Sure I need some more
Don't make we wait, stay awake, fake sleep,
got the weed between the sheets
Catch me, Mary J. blessed me
Open up the dime, stimulate your mind, slide my thumb up the blunt
Open up and what you'll find in there (you don't really want)
I never been in High Times (I never been in High Yimes)
I never been in High Times
but can you tell me that I've been so high all my life
Am I high enough (am I high enough)
Am I high enough (am I high enough)
[Wish Bone]
I remeber being a little thug
Weed, really didn't know what it was
Then I took a puff and I realized
I should always, stay high
The weed (the weed), makes me feel alright (alright)
If you feel like i feel, I got half on yo dime
If you got weed smoke it, I'm a real weed smoker
If it's mine then I would
since its yours you could, you should
If I ain't there when you blaze a blunt nigga huh, please think of me
Cuz you know I nigga like to get high (high), high and free
Smokin' all night, feelin' all right
Bone Thugs get high, so high
High, high, all night, high, high
So high
[Flesh-N-Bone]
Oh my, oh my, oh my, oh my my my my
I know you wonder why I do it. Love the sky
And I soar up so high
This mornin' I was in my bed
Bangin' and ringin' inside my head
I wanted to make love to you baby, but last night I got P-O-Ded instead
So please don't go away, that's all I got to say
Is I gotta have you mary j
Such a heavenly feelin' I get when i'm taking fat ass blunts to the brain
Oh darlin' I'm goin insane, and I really wish we can
Kick it at home in America, like it was on in amsterdam
You heard enough, you heard it all, nothin' but a, a really thug nigga
Nothin' less than a killa, I'm out in front makin' my scrilla
I'm happy to know , the slide is the ball, and kick as strong as me
You rippin' the bone like me, can get it as long as me
[Layzie Bone]
And when I need to free my mind
I can find, satisfaction in a bag of weed
Everything I need, leave it to the trees
It can make me feel better, and every day I wake
Niggas rollin' up blunts, and mo blunts, and mo blunts
And I keep a case of Swisher Sweets in the trunk
So when I'm rollin', smokin', chokin', just floatin'
Through the city in my drop top
Glock cocked, rollin', just rollin'
Me and mary jane
Its my world, its my thang
The way she penetrates my brain
Buddah, done blessed me with game
Good game, you wanna chop it up,
we can kick it, smoke a fatty to the dome
Nigga lay high, thugged out, smokin', all, night, long
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3. _ Thug Mentality
t.h.u.g we be,
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin thuggin its the way i choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day i day.
(repeat)
I really wanna know why everywhere
We have the same talk.
Nigga struggle daily gotta survive, its world wide.
Even niggaz (?) hustlin' doing whatever it gets to get da money
Lookin at the whole world wide of thugs, but you got to keep it
Real if you want to make the bills (?)
And that's real really, my thugs for me put your fists in the air yeah.
Nigga come into the war and imma meet you there.
Ready to rumble, i swear, we coming from everywhere.
Where my thugs at, where they at?
Buck rats.
Comin lets do da enemy now, (?)
Kickin alot of frustration harlem world get em knives for playa hation.
So come on we gotta roll, and wouldnt you know
They aint ready for the war all the rest take slow (?)
Make them feel the pain, two double o-o,
Its the end of the road. so what you gonna do?
Imma ride you can die if you want to.
But all them real so come on move!
Get your suits on, boots on its juvenile.
T-h ( t-h ) u-g ( u-g ) that's what we be
Across the nation pump your fist and get ready for this occasion.
Better get the fade on, i wanna see victory.
Imma tell em they should roll wit this cuz we splittin up,
Call this, we bring this.
That's thug mentality.
T.h.u.g we be,
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin thuggin its the way i choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day i day.
(repeat)
Every thug, even wannabe thugs, nigga thug if you got to.
Throw it up, keep it in the air,
Scream it out "thug! thug! thug! thug!"
Thuggin till the day i die, what am i?
If you look into my eyes, you'll truly find, no kind like i.
Chillin i, gotta control both sides.
My lordy lord maintain, hard, cause im a souljah at war.
Steady runnin wit the weapons cause its gettin better.
I figured it out, its all rhythm, if aint then it aint right.
Come on, if you wanna feel the thug...luv and its real,
We got the real thing baby.
I hate to burn ya, therm ya, stay out it if it don't concern ya.
You don't really want to get involved wit da murder.
We tell em, "if you want it, you got it. we bring it"
We don't stop, we gon pop shots still to the double glock glock,
Never taking no shorts, no losses man.
Yes, these things are still the same like, gotta make that money man.
Bang gotta get down for my thang,and i do it so smooth..
When im stalkin gat foolz, walking jack moves.
Now all day run witta me shotgun, but im blinded so i jog
And roll wit the thuggish ruggish (ruggish) bone bone bone bone.
That's thug mentality.
T.h.u.g we be,
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin thuggin its the way i choose to live my life
T.h.u.g we be,
That's thug mentality we're thuggin'
Thuggin thuggin thuggin till the day i day.
(repeat)
Where my detroit thugs, thugs?
Cincinnati thugs, thugs?
Where my columbus thugs, thugs?
My chicago thugs, thugs?
Now where my new york thugs, thugs?
Now where my texas thugs, thugs?
My kansas city thugs, thugs?
Where my milwaukee thugs, thugs?
My colorado thugs, thugs?
Where my st. louis thugs, thugs?
Where my atlanta thugs, thugs?
My alabama thugs, thugs?
My new orleans thugs, thugs?
Where my miami thugs, thugs?
Where my jamaican thugs, thugs?
My california thugs, thugs?
My arizona thugs, thugs?
My new mexico thugs, thugs?
My puerto rico thugs, thugs?
Thuggin' thuggin' thuggin' thuggin'
Cleveland, definitly..in the house.
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4. _ Murda Mo
Krayzie:
Murda y'all, kill 'em all, man. murda y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all. murder y'all, kill 'em all, man. kill 'em all man. murder y'all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all, kill 'em all.
R mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder mo, murder you die, die, die, die, die, die, die. die, die, die, die, die, die, die.
Better watch that redrum, that bloody mo murder, mo murder, it will learn ya. don't be fuckin' with a thug, a thug who slug, rippin' them guts and drippin' that blood. roll with the gun in my ha
D they can't understand how we ran with the murder mo. niggas pull triggers, and they really quick to put you in the river. so many, better serve |
5. _ Hardtimes
Krayzie:
Yeah, i'm just tryin' to prepare myself, ya know what i'm sayin', for the wars to come.
Straight warrior, what ya gon' do when we come for you? ya know what i'm sayin', y'all feel me?
Times, hardtimes, lord, my hardtimes, ya know it got me feelin' (?) and stop smokin' and drinkin' too much, and yeah, it slowly erase my sunshine.
Can he see that we are in need to be free, free?
And, yes, we would be blessed, if we could rest in heaven. and wouldn't you be blessed, if you could rest in heaven?
Now i can vouch with god as my witness that this wickedness will not remain. you gotta make up your mind. you wanna be saved? make up your mind, or you wanna die? you wanna die? oh, yes, we're thugs but more than thugs--god's soldiers, wasteland warriors on a mission for god, so pardon ya, pardon ya, pardon ya.
So much hurt and pain, bloody murders me. so much hurt and pain, bloody murders me.
It makes me erase my sunshine.
If i pray for you, [for you] pray for me. i said if i pray for you, [for you] pray for me.
It makes me erase my sunshine.
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6. _ Weedman
chorus: (bizzy bone and bluelight)
Keep smokin -
I'm the weedman, i'm the weedman, i'm the weedman
Keep on chokin - i'm the weedman, i'm the weedman;
Yeah boi, wear corduroy
I've gotta keep on smokin -
I'm the weedman, i'm the weedman, i'm the weedman
Keep on chokin - i'm the weedman, i'm the weedman;
Yeah boi, wear corduroy
(bizzy bone)
Hey, gimme some herbs, the word
Better hit it, we know, we know what you heard
Thai-da-da-da, done hit my burb
Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served
And lets hit the burb
It'll switch your nerves, and i'll get to swervin
Burnin in my benz, and i'm here, nigga
Don't you ride with me, you have to learn it
Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin
Search for the blunts and stone, i'm certain
Runnin up, so i'll be runnin, and rappin's my hobby
When i'm smokin i'm workin, and i'm hurtin, hurtin
Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me p.o.d.d-ah d.d-ah
Past overdose comatose, see a
See a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper
Roll it up, sellin my kin folk
And the end of the world, i'll have the indo, indo
And you can hook it up, need no friends though
See, little b.b. gives no weed fees when your ends low
We can get smoked
Chorus
(bluelight)
(hey!) about to curb serve over phat tracks
Bluelight has got the scoop on where the party's at
Somebody said, "damn, where's the drinks?"
It's chillin' in the middle of the kitchen sink
We got alize, and isle iced tea
A little bambazini and some hennessey
The stuff that keeps you toe-up
Now tell me are you high enough?
Chorus
(bizzy bone)
Remember forever addicted, get it twisted
It's that mystic rip and guiness, hit it
Singin my business, lately, got me ready to kick it
But dig it, my high jumped high--got me thinkin, "die, die, die."
Twenty twin, twin, then again, no crime in a dime
What did i yell to my pero, straight to the bank, oh, ever so thankful
My mayo, aiyyo, stay away or come and get split a wig, insane, oh
Gotta make that money, man, any and all cost, y'all
Any and all, all, nah, gonna get caught up, caught
(bluelight)
The house was so hot, i can't stand the heat
I'm dancin with my peoples i've been tryin to see
There bumpin my jam, guess who i see
Comin to hype the party with some indo, tweed?
We got bizzy bone, krayzie
Layzie, wish and flesh, thugs-n-harmony
Righteous when i spike the punch
My people's gonna drink it up
Chorus
Hook: (bluelight)
You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left (x3)
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7. _ Sad Song
Shit... i've been a thug my whole motherfucking life struggling doing what the fuck i've got to do to survive bottom line thugline
You see me on t.v. but you don't really know me don't know the story of the
Warrior and how i survived in this game nigga never had shit had to work to get it or i had to steal it most of the time i was hungry that's why i did it i ain't bullshittin, seventeen i'm leavi
House, i need my own nigga done tried to be grown and fucked around now i'm homeless on the streets with my niggas i learned about every drug the heroine, the weed, the speed, the crack, the sh
Ut we was broke and we couldn't afford it but niggas was schemin and plottin on shit oh yes you know this i come from a long line of thugs us strugglers hustle what we can rustle up it might not
Been too much but we always got just enough,
Our hard times kept niggas together through all the windy weather and nigga whenever you need somebody to roll i'm goin to be there, you know me a nigga stayed thug devoted in the streets when i
't have a place to sleep or shit to eat my family goin through some pains they struggle but they make out my people off their hinges and it was against our religion as a witness so you know i re
Can't comprehend it my mother and father told me: don't mess with drugs and why you smokin? i was right or wrong? can't understand it if the purpose was to have a nigga struggle i don't think th
Ould have had me, had me think they never should of had me as i drop to my knees can't you see i ain't happy?
I hope it won't be long, i hope it won't be long before i end this song, i wanna end this song i hope it won't be long, it won't be long i need to end this song, this sad song i hope it won't be
, i hope it won't be long before i end this song, i need to end this song i hope it won't be long, it won't be long i need to end this song, sad song
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8. _ Dummy Man
Dum. da-dum, dum, da-dum, dum, dum, dum, dum. dum, dum, da-dum, dum, da-dum, dum, dum, dum, dum.
They call me the dummy man [the dummy man ...], and i'm up early tryin?to slang my dope [i'm the nigga with the biggest rocks.]. the fiends, they get awfully mad [awfuly mad ...] when they go br
N dope, and it's really soap [my nigga you ain't never lied].
Up in the mornin' and i feel like i don't wanna be livin', better off dead
Without no bread. have you ever felt that feelin'? unsatisfied, feelin' like you wanna die when you reach into your pocket and can't even find not even enough to go purchase a dime sack of weed.
Fuck that, i got come up in my blood, plus it's the first of the month, nigga what, the perfect time to come up. the only problem is i'm broke and ain't got no dope. but as i was standin?at my b
Om mirror, i look at the soap. shit, soap look a little like dope. you scandalous nigga! then i chop, chop up me some counterfeit amphetamines. but wait a minute, wait, wait a minute now, what i
Y want to taste it? then quickly for cash, nigga dash to the kitchen get the bread bag.
Wrap that bread around some soap, now i got the bread crumb dum-dum dope. it might sound funny but it ain't no joke cause doin' this shit could get a nigga smoked, man. but fuck it! young nigga
Get them duckets. hit the medicine cabinet for the final touches, orajel for the numbness. then i hit the corner with a handful of bread crumbs, nigga got the dum-dum for ya [for ya] and i pump
Pproach if you say it ain't dope, only dealin' 'cause i hear that they sober. peep, creep on a come up, i'll wait for a fiend to roll up, and walk to the car with my hand on my pistol, he showed
He greens. said, "hold up. gotta get my stash." nigga need a twenty, and i got that faded. lovin' these yum-yum's, glad i made it, i just hope this nigga don't try to taste it. i dropp
M the dummy, he said it was lovely.
But as he pulled off i pinned that he put a rock up in his mouth [mouth], so he gon' come back for his money. i pinned that he braked, he skid, put it in reverse and he came back quick. fiend ju
Out and he talkin' all big, this is what happened to this bitch: we beat him, and finished him off and he never came 'round here no more cause the nigga ran into yours-truly. poor, and a nigga s
. lord forgive me but i can't remember the last time i ate. now i gots to go get me a plate or we pin |
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9. _ Intro - Faces Of Death
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10. _ Thug Luv
BONE THUGS N HARMONY LYRICS
"Thug Luv"
(feat. 2Pac)
[2Pac]
Nigga we doin this shit from Cleveland to LA
nigga whatever you niggas want we bringing it
Thug Luv nigga what time is it yo
I don't give a fuck where you lay at
it's time to slay these bitch made niggas
[Bizzy-overlapping Pac]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
[2Pac]
they ain't even knowing what type of niggas we is
where my thugs at Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
I know you niggas been waiting for this shit for a long time
well here it is nigga here it is what you gone do with it
[Bizzy]
Well I must be close to the Armageddon lord you know
That I won't fly that lesson you taught me to pull out my wesson you brought
And am I stressing it softly get 'em up off me cause all
We wanted was harmony been bombing 'em yell up outta my ghetto
I want settle get on my level they can't
Stop me or drop me nigga they got me fuck naw
Little Pac get schizophrenic and manage to damage all y'all
I'll talk about 'em and you don't really want it
Cause they're cornered and I want 'em to jump up
I'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down
So quick to test bullet yes declare war
Roll and I'll blow when I get the gun for the murder mo' horror
For what the did it all pause for the cause and I
Fin to pull a nine or pistol little nigga wit mine fuck dem niggas it's on
All y'all fall Bizzy gettin bitches test me bless the floor
In any attempt to arrest me stress me lord
Looking at death with the last of my breath
Follow follow my kids but don't sin in my steps
Yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets
Deep in the leaves I'm alone nigga believe
That I can see it if needed an if you really want me in
Well let it be and get the greens and be runnnin up over cleveland
[2Pac]
Hahaha what's poppin nigga
put your motherfucking hand on your strap nigga
Thug Luv nigga we can do this like gangstas
and slug it out or be like punks and punk it out
pull your strap on me nigga and you better kill be thug life baby
I'll probably be punished for hard livin blind to the facts
Thugs is convicts in gods prison hand on the strap
Praying to father please forgive me police be rushing when they see me
I flaunted America's most wanted live on TV life
Pleasure and pain stuck in this game holler my name
We all gone die we bleed through similar veins
You'se explain to me now don't panic when my gun burst
Heard the last jam nigga this ones worse
My nigga bone held the chrome till I came home
Thug Luv playas tell these bitch niggas bring it on
I caught a plane out to Cleveland late last evening
To help my niggas clean up some niggas no longer breathing now
Who you believe in hit the weed and breathe it's a
Cold ass the world them niggas kill you in your sleep
Until they stop me bury murder me or drop me
I got Thug Luv for my nationwide posse feel me
[Layzie]
Little thug from the land nigga never ran
Motherfuckers out to get me they don't understand
It's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas
Down to put in some work do some dirt
Fuckin round with the band Bone Thugs N Harmony
Follow down the road we stroll to meet karma
Everything I do it seem to cause drama
Ready for the war like a knight in my armor bomb ya
So quick to test us nigga wanna crash me eat dust
For the love of the lust niggas bustin on us
Hit 'em up with he buck 12 gauge erupt it's the Art Of War
Putting niggas on the floor
when I'm comin through the door bringin nothin but terror
Causing much to the nigga that dared us
trying to put a twist in this thugsta
era Paired up with a nigga like Pac
and a nigga like me gotta stay high
Thug Luv till i die keep my prayer to the sky
but I'm still in the hood smoke and fry
So I beg the lord to save us all escapers of misery
Bless my niggas in penitentiaries soldiers of the century
[Krayzie]
Here to get it told my niggas to get the hell down
Down with the dirt and we don't fuck around
Buck a couple of rounds and if you're passing through then hit the ground
And don't get caught up in the crossfire nigga
Artillery thick and you don't want to get to fuckin with this
I'm straight devil devil not a punk and pretend
I reload buck a little more flee the scene
'fore the po-po even know what you lookin for
They don't know a motherfucker with a leatherface hey
Man she said I ran this way said I ran that way
You hoes'll never know because I got away yeah
A criminal mind a nigga on the level sometimes
so get high and analyze your crime
Directly organized with results you'll be surprised
[Wish]
Oh nigga can you feel the vibe we can ride playa hating niggas you gots to die
It's over wit Bone better leave it alone Mo Thug I'm cracking fuckin domes
Still in the hood where the thugs play fuckin wit nothin but thugs man
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses we crackin them domes around my way
Give it to 'em on another level nigga
get a shovel you can dig a hole bitches is dead
Infrared to the head you can beg but still gone bleed bloody red
Fuck with mine will be see in the moonlight
cause we out ridin looking for you
Better run for cover nigga duck we about to bust
Straight got the Infrared put it on his forehead make some moves
Send flowers straight to his home
put a card in the motherfucker send it to his mama
Tell her he was dead wrong dead wrong gone now he long gone
[Bizzy]
Pac Pac run wit us run wit us run wit us
Pac Pac run wit us Pac and RIP with Thug Luv
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11. _ Flow Motion
Wish
Flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow, flow.
Krayzie [bizzy]
I flow, [flow] when i go, [go] in flow mo. [mo] [*4]
Layzie
Layzie bone is in the house. i'm getting' it starrrrrted up, and it's my parrrrrt of the cut to let you know that the harrrrrder you nut the harder you're stuck. i get the gauge and let it blast and then you shot. and then you drop, your popped so now i got to free the block. i'm breakin' 'em, takin' 'em, makin' 'em, fakin' 'em, shakin' 'em off to a new height. i rocks the mic, yes i'm hype, i love to write so don't you bite. yeah, i'm the bone, the nigga that's on the microphone. you shoulda known, you're fuckin' with me, yeah, it's on! 'cause i got krayzie and bizzy bone without a doubt, wish bone, and my bigger brother stan howse. so call your posse. you gonna need 'em when the bone's approachin' |
12. _ Silent Warrior
[birds whistling. sound of someone walking through a wooded area. silenced
Gunfire. utterance of pain.]
Pump your fists if you're with me.
Pump your fists up if you're with me. artillery, yeah!
Pump your fists up if you're with me.
Let us be victorious, be victorious.
Move out. hut one, yeah.
Hut two, hut three, hut, hut, hut, hut.
Silent warrior. witness the story of the silent warrior.
Listen to the story of . . .
The world war has begun. we gettin' ready to fight, and if you ain't ready to die then don't be comin' outside. spittin' fire, fire, baby, with plenty
Ammunition. the mission's complete, and nigga, i've been waitin' for this.
Payback is a bitch, and the bitch is on the period. figured you got niggas with attitude behind the trigger. steady, we pumpin' our fists in black fatigues. we don't surrender. you wanna deal wi
, get rid of us, split us? come and get us, and when you come get us, remember bitch you gots to kill us. and you can surely believe that i, i'm bringin' all my ammunition with me tonight. crook
Ppers tryin' to kill us everywhere, 'cause we won't get the mark of the beast, no [not me.]. stay silent warriors. silent warriors.
Silent warrior. witness the story of the silent warrior. listen to the story of . . . if you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be killed.
Better get ready for combat. when we aim to bomb back, we usually contact.
Heated heavily, buckin' steady, lay 'em all flat. crawl back, you muthafuckas, i repeat--retreat. with plenty heat, you'll be defeated. aw, that bloody murda murda, baby. silent situation is alw
He perfect assassination. now, to the graveyard, nigga where your brave heart? you play hard, now it's time for me to break march, and take charge. we journey to the killin' fields, where the mu
Nd the shit is real. oh lord, sweet lord, sweet lord, sweet lord, comin' forth to carry me home, me home.
Silent warrior. witness the story of the silent warrior. listen to the story of . . .
If you can be heard, then you can be hit, and if you can be hit, then you can be killed.
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13. _ Everyday Thang
Distorted voices
Everyday it was almost the same thang, 'cause it's all about survival of the fittest. [*2]
K-chill
What you are about to hear will portray the image of a young black male living everyday life in the ghetto today. so bone, drop dat |
14. _ Drama
The drama just goes on and on. drama be just part of my life, life. it's been like that since i was born. yes, i can run, but i can't hide. gon' be like that until i'm gone, gone. drama always s
To find me, find me, find me.
Roll down-a my family tree with me. keep flippin' the page to page--see nothin' but strugglers. i never knew no hustlas like my daddy and mama. so i gotta drop my pz, but i think way back in the
Now, when moms and pops had my back. they stayed down and gave us a place to lay down. but then, then when the wind blew in, it threw in a crackpot. but lately, it's keepin' my people up off the
Es.
Can i get a witness baby? and i'm out the door, gots to go make me some money on my own. somebody tell me now where we went wrong. god, bring my family back because they long gone. it's on. now
Don't even come around, but i know pop's got problems. that's why your little nigga's still down with ya. but it hurts to see your family takin' a beatin'. my sisters keep sayin' they hungry--go
Ome up on some way to feed 'em. big will, rod j, take a ride, slide down '71, callin' welfare. when the check came, mom, she hounds everyone. so bang bang, had to get down for my thang, swang wi
Me thugstas. pump, we never did love ya. st. clair struggler. yeah, your hustla, baby.
The drama just goes on and on. drama be just part of my life, life. it's been like that since i was born. yes, i can run, but i can't hide. gon' be like that until i'm gone, gone. drama always s
To find me, find me, find me.
I can't get away from all this drama surroundin' me, houndin' me, heavily comin' down on me. drama been poundin' my brain, callin' my name. these demons, they seem to be followin' me, come in al
Pes and sizes, enemies, my friends, it don't suprise me. i try to help niggas make better, but they ain't appreciate it. guess they'd rather stay back in the ghetto. well, oh well. if that's how
Want it, nigga, then go ahead, but don't fuck with me. i'm up in this bitch like michael jackson, i wish they'd (leave me alone) before i show the otherside of me. bang. bang. bang. bang. bang.
S how it be. nigga gon' get violent, but if my so-called ex-friends wanna try me, bloody riot is how we like it, you all invited. get so heated, you'll feel the temperature risin', so heated we
Back flames. front page article, all the police could find of them bitches was particles for fuckin' with me. and i'm down to stand on the frontline to get wild, one of the first to get up and g
Wn. niggas ain't knowin' the
Anger inside me, and then when i finally snap, nigga, i'm a fuck up your sister, your daddy, your mama, your brother if he want some drama, come on, come on, come on.
The drama just goes on and on. drama be just part of my life, life. it's been like that since i was born. yes, i can run, but i can't hide. gon' be like that until i'm gone, gone. drama always s
To find me, find me, find me
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15. _ Smokin Budda
What, y'all thought i wasn't going to do a weed song?
Shit, nigga, you know me [you know me, you know me].
And it makes me sing, every puff that i breathe, potent herbs and leaves could ease the world . . . i like to get high [i like to get high]. so high.
Budsmokers only. reefer really makes you happy. don't it?
Me smokin' budda [budda, budda]. come again, me smokin' budda [budda, budda].
Me roll, and then me pass the 'hudda to ya.
Me feelin' that blunt, so don't let that 'budda fool ya.
Puff on that 'hudda ['hudda, 'hudda]. come again, puff on this 'hudda ['hudda, 'hudda].
Sit back, relax, and let the 'budda soothe ya. and when they ask, "who?" you can tell them krayzie schooled ya.
Puff on the budda, but first me gotta get with me friends. so, wish, you provide a grub, 'cause i'm gonna spend all my ends on the budda. come again, will ya share me a bit of blunt, my friend?
U don't wanna go half, fuck it. i'll put in the ends on the budda, budda. we roll and smoke and choke and pass and toke and hand it back to ya. that budda gonna keep ya . . .
So high . . .
So, now, how high can ya go?
I want to get high . . .
As soon i arrive in l.a., gotta hit my connections. i've been here stressin' on this airplane six hours [airplane . . . i been stressin', stressin'], just thinkin' of crashin'. now a sack's gonn
Relaxin'. smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts and, but we won't spend no money. them sacks gotta be lovely, or we ain't fuckin' with y'all. y'all give me that. we don't want that. don't give me tha
Nt no stress sack. no, me don't want that. not in californ-i-a. i want that bomb bud. it really makes me happy and it makes me sing. every puff that i breathe, potent herbs and leaves could ease
World. i done been to the other side, and i seen london and paris niggas get fuckin' bloody high, feelin' the vibe. mary jane's worldwide, so why is it such a crime? hey, everybody should be get
High. so mr. weedman, you know we lookin' for the trees with no seeds, man. yeah. yeah. we got the cheese, and we need to know if you can show me the nigga with the weed, man. where can i get it
I get it]?
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16. _ Try Me
Try me, if you feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
[krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]
Load up your shit and get in the car [come on, come on, come on.]. come down to ride on these imposters, fake playa, gangsta thugs, and these hoes who claim they mobsters, 'cause they cloggin' u
Game. muthafuckas is rappin', sayin' anything, and tryin' to claim everythang to get they pockets paid. i'm tellin' 'em, "that's the wrong way!" can't say you thuggin', then be fake--
, that's the point i'm tryin' state in this case. but niggas ain't feelin' me, though. so yo, i say we weed em' out and heat em' up. heard you woofin'--yeah, we heard em'--let us see them nuts.
Hen if he really jump, more power to you.
But no matter how it go, nigga we still gon' be bringin' it thug style to you--buckin'. boo-yah! checkin' these bustas do be kind of fun, because they know when it's static, we gon' handle it ho
It come, and nigga, whoever it's from--sure ain't givin' a fuck who you roll with. if they human, then they ain't shit we can't control. and if they bleed, and they need oxygen to breathe, nigg
Die. never fear no man. no matter the size--the bigger, the harder they fall. got somethin' for all of y'all, especially cocky, 'cause tec'll chop him up--now he ain't half the man he thought he
I bet these niggas think, "they rappin' so they actin'." so we come for a little target practice aimed exactly at you, exactly at you.
Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
[krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]
Walk through my city: i see niggas watchin'--probably plottin', schemin' to rob me, take all the money, and dump my bloody body. i'm sorry, not me. i stay alarmed and be alert. whether you're go
O play or work, make sure you got you pistol first--be ready to burst. hesitation could bring up a fucked up situation like you leavin' in the body bag--zipped up, slip on that body tag. so if y
Ot him--blast. better him than you, huh? i'm tellin' you now that me and my thugs can bring you anything that you want right out of the trunk. so, what's the bullshit? we got some shit you can't
With, and nigga that be this muthafuckin' thug shit. we love this--probably gon' die because of it. fuck it! i ain't worried about dyin' right now, my money what's important.
Hey, we livin' to die anyway--no matter if it's now or later. you gon' rest in peace; it don't get no greater. kill 'em all, and when it's time to drop the mic and go pick up a rifle, time to fi
Or what we right for, see who really like war, yeah. i bet you most niggas lose as soon as they get in it. i can't afford to roll with bustas, 'cause i'm really tryin' win it [i'm really tryin'
N it.]. we fightin' to be victorious [victorious]. witness the story of [story of] this silent, mighty, mighty, warrior [warrior]. if you hear any nigga move--shoot. don't let the nigga layin' d
E you. so soldier, pick up you boots and move. runnin' for cover, 'cause if they buck ya, it's over. just like i told ya, you can die soldier, you can die soldier.
Try me, if you're feelin' lucky and you think you wanna fuck with me, come on.
[niggas on the thugline, thugline, thugline.
Try me, every action's guaranteed.
[krayzie's on the thugline, thugline, thugline.]
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17. _ World War
World war.
This is combat. i don't think these niggas really know. this shit is for
Real--this is not a game. so all my real muthafuckin' thugs get the fuck up, and put your guns in the muthafuckin' air, and bust the muthafuckas like you just don't care, and fuck the muthafucki
Lice, and kill all the muthafuckin' enemies!
Nigga, come a little closer let me show you a ho. what's up bitch? we can roll. anybody wanna fuck with me? 'cause i'm down to fuck back with you. what you wanna do, huh, huh? you say wanna figh
Come fight us. we do it 'cause its real--fuck a title. it's all about survival, dedicate it to my rivals. and you could die a ho. what they talk about? bone thugs ran? nigga, we never ever run
No man, and fear none.
If you see their click, then niggas, get the big guns. pop one, split 'em up. bet the bitch run. he said he came to get some; nigga, he ain't really want none. don't let them suckas fool ya. bus
On't do too much [nigga ain't really want none.]. i'll knock you out. that dumb shit comin' out your mouth'll get you nothin' but a rematch. why these niggas gotta lie? they can't stand up and f
He facts? nigga your head got cracked. we heard what they said--said that my niggas fled. but y'all niggas know what's up. what? y'all wanna shed more blood? shit, then come on.
World war.
Now you know, now you know. now you know . . . nigga, bet our niggas comin' to bring the pain. better get your hard-hat. nigga protect your brain. get a gun and bang-bang. tell me when you reall
Na battle, my nigga. we can handle that any way you want to handle static. nigga, thugstyle, buckwild. some tear-up-the-club shit? whatever, drop down. when the bullets get to jumpin' around the
A haters on the ground bleedin'. the 9-millimeter hit 'em and he drop like, "who could it be?" your life has been took--no, not by the bullet, but the nigga with the heater.
I'm trigger happy. i'll be in demand, i'm in command. so let's move, and you know what the enemy look like. they clones that look and sound like bone. give a muthafucka more than speedknots. and
He run up to get punked, give a nigga lumps. y'all niggas ain't mobsters, 'cause if it was the mob nigga, somebody would've been shot ya. but we can get the whole cru: krayzie, layzie, bizzy, w
And flesh. bone too strong for niggas to hold on, to keep up. but i see ya still wanna be us. no matter who was claimin' it first, it's who's the realest [realest]. do not enlist if you're not r
For war.
World war.
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18. _ Street People
Krayzie:
Dedicate this to all the niggas on the streets; niggas in the hood strugglin', doin' what the fuck they gotta do to make their money; and all the thugs, the hustlas, the gangstas, the playas, pi
Let's roll, let's roll.[. . . ghetto love, ghetto love. i can feel that ghetto love, ghetto love . . .]
Street people [people] all my people be them niggas with an attitude. [we're ready for war.] the street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you gotta do].
I dedicate this to the niggas in the hood [where they at? where they at? where they at?], keepin' it real on the street. niggas they practice what they preach, stayin' true until they d-i-e. nig
Till strong. we keep on bailin' through the stress and all the rest of the shit that's goin' on. speakin' of violence, i see, you got to keep a pistol, 'cause if niggas think you're rich, you go
Got, they out to pinch ya. bullshit you not--killin' because of the pump, and it drives us to the point of no return, especially when you 're gone off of the sherm. you could give a fuck about
Ga flossin'. while you walkin', he on sixteen switches. ain't that a bitch? but that's life. this shit ain't nothin' nice, and he'll take yours if his ain't right. and i can't stop 'em or knock
But yo, i wouldn't even try, though. 'cause bible say, "hey, either repent or you will die." so [so, so], choose one [just one]: either repent and get saved, or put some food on your t
For now.
Krayzie:
Street people [people]: all my people be them niggas with an attitude. [we're ready for war.] the street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you gotta do].
Krayzie [with niko]:
I see my sisters out there hustlin', man [strugglin', man.]. do what it takes, but that's the brakes, rustle up what you can. gotta feed your babies [babies, yeah]. handle yourself your own busi
-don't wait on that nigga to get you nothin'. we been poor long enough, and i know you would scheme on somethin' [somethin', yeah]. take the welfare, fuck it! the system givin' it to you, 'cause
Guilt on they conscience. don't let 'em fool you [don't let 'em fool you, no]. really ain't doin' a nigga any favors, so come on and get the paper, paper, before you die, die. this verse is for
Hetto queens, tryin' to come up and get them better things, particularly cheddar cheese. make that money [make that money]. work, work, work. whatever your occupation, as long as you bringin' ho
E bacon, bacon, bacon. don't let your enemy lock your mind, too. and i hope y'all really been payin' attention 'cause it's 1999, ooh. [ooh-ooh,
Yeah.] though people comin' around, we gon' thug. so where the thugs at? gimme some of that ghetto love [ghettp love].
Krayzie:
Street people [people]: all my people be them niggas with an attitude. [we're ready for war.] the street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you gotta do].
Krayzie [with niko]:
Now if y'all feelin' me, let's get down and tear the roof off the mother. shoot the muthafuckas! i'm serious and mean business. ready to pump pump and ride, you with it? come on, put it out ther
Mp, pump, pump police. they treat us like animals--let's attack 'em like beasts. but hold on: 'fore you start fightin' [hold on, hold on], let's brighten up the action scene, pass me the gasolin
More, no more]. i'm really not trippin' on this rappin' no more, 'cause i know it won't last too much longer . when it's over, then i be a full-time soldier [i told you], if i make it out of th
E with all my sanity. get paid, fuck the fame, get out quickly. understand me? 'cause at the rate i'm goin', pretty soon they'll try to ban me for killin' these muthafuckas tryin' to tamper with
Amily. now they got me runnin' from these po-po's, tryin' to jam me, but i told them muthafuckas not to try to test my manly, and this is my mentality for fuckin' with the street life, street li
Treet life.]
Krayzie:
Street people [people]: all my people be them niggas with an attitude. [we're ready for war.] the street mentality: it's do what you gotta do [do what you gotta do].
Niko:
I gotta give it up to all my thugstas, we're street people. them niggas with an attitude, let's stop the killin', we're strugglin' just like you to make a livin'. we're not pretendin', don't y'a
Member? it ain't easy tryin' to stay alive, some people out there smokin' crack. my people workin' 9 to 5, just doin' it right. real strong, hold on 'cause it won't be long before the strugglin'
Is long gone, hold on, be strong.
Krayzie:
Somebody better 'em we the t-h-u-g's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers. we're t-h-u-g's real fuckin' soldiers, soldiers, soldiers, we soldiers.
[get on up, get on up.]
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19. _ Ghetto Cowboy
[horses galloping. horses neighing.]
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
You better count your money.
With felicia:
Ghetto cowboy.
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
The name is krayzie "big bad ass" bone, wanted up north for all the
Gold that i stole, along with some cash, even took the
Mayor's daughter. now, that there's kidnappin', but she was with it,
So i brought her. then, got myself into a whole heap of
Trouble, double-crossed by the law, so there's nobody to run to: yeah,
It's just me and my sawed-off shotgun. outlaw--call him
Leather face. i'm headed for the west, heard they got a couple banks
In town that ain't been held up yet. well, uh, i oughta
Make it by sundown. i figure that's enough time for me to get the
Whole rundown. so, i continue my mission. it's gettin' dark,
So i'm watchin' for them damn injuns--they like to catch ya, then they
Rob and split. i be a rootin'-tootin'-shootin' damn fool,
Protectin' my chips. all of a sudden, i heard somebody rumble in the
Bushes. stop my horse. [horse neigh.] "whoa,
Nellie! who in the bushes? you better speak out or i'm a let my
Shotgun song sing out."
Thug queen, "the horse stealer":
Who is this? i hope this ain't the law. jump out the bushes with my
Sawed-off shotgun.
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"c'mon out, right now. i'm gettin' angry." took a step back, 'cause it
Could get dangerous.
Thug queen, "the horse stealer":
"please don't shoot. it's just me, thug queen, the horse-stealer."
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"then, why the hell is you hidin' in them bushes?"
Thug queen, "the horse stealer":
"i'm wanted in four counties for armed robbery, killed to two
Sheriffs, six of his best men with my hand, stole two horses.
Thought you was the law, that's why i jumped in the bushes."
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"goodness." now, she was hotter than the barrel on fire, but i could
Use her for the job, so i told her to ride. "c'mon."
Thug queen, "the horse stealer":
"may i ask you what you headed to the west for?"
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"i got a partner, got a plan for some dough, and if you're down, you
Can pick up yourself a pretty penny. 'be in town in a
Minute, now be sure if you're with it."
Thug queen, "the horse stealer":
"we out before the sun rise, gotta stallion for your partner to ride."
Hit the saloon for the moonshine. down for whatever, let's
Ride, let's ride.
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"these directions say we go to tucson, arizona. when we arrive, we'll
Cop a place we can bunk, and meet my boy in the
Mornin' for details and hook-up."
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
You better count your money.
Felicia:
Ghetto cowboy.
[rooster crowing.]
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"rise and shine! good mornin'. howdy. nine o'clock we meet my boy in
The saloon in the valley. now, i done came a long
Way, and i don't wanna be late."
Thug queen, "the horse stealer":
"tell him i make ya (?) 'cause you know we ain't."
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"move out! giddyup, giddyup, giddyup." [whip cracks, horses neigh.]
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
You better count your money.
Felicia:
Ghetto cowboy.
Layzie "the kid":
I'm peepin' krayzie's wanted poster in the saloon, so i assume it'll
Be trouble around here pretty soon. glance across the
Room: i see this youngster getting ready to fight, but if he mess up
The night, i think that krayzie just might take his life. so, i
Approach him, and i pause. "look, man, i really don't wanna brawl, but
Won't you chill before them laws come messin' up this
Masterplan?" since he already rowdy, i just asked the man: "hey, you
Want some work? well, partner, put in your bid, and
By the way, now what's your name? they call me layzie the kid."
Powder p:
"the name's powder p, can i get a twelve gauge? outlaw--everyday on
The front page. mister kid, if you give me the
Lowdown, me and black jack be ready for the showdown with two
Double-barrels pointed at whatever. we'll stick together.
I'm purty clever."
Layzie "the kid":
"so saddle up, jump on the bandwagon, because it's all goin' down." i
Heard a guy run in the bar screamin', "krayzie's in
Town!"
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"now when we get to the saloon, you don't worry. wait outside, and
Don't be stealin' nobody's damn horses!" step inside the
Bar. "lay the kid, you son of a gun!"
Layzie "the kid":
"hey, man, i'm glad you made it safely. now let's go have some fun.
And this my partner powder, he's a young gun."
Powder p:
"howdy."
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"mighty glad to meet ya, son. oh yeah, you know i also brought a
Friend along. meet thug queen, the horse peddler,
Straggler, just met her."
Thug queen, "the horse stealer":
"howdy, partner, already got the horses saddled up."
Layzie "the kid":
"i hope you good at robbin' banks like you rustle that cattle up."
Powder p:
"now, y'all, it's gon' be gettin' dark real soon."
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
"i think you're right, i say we move. c'mon, let's move out!
Giddyup, giddyup, giddyup. move out!" [whip cracks, horses neigh.]
Krayzie "big bad ass" bone:
You better count your money.
Felicia:
Ghetto cowboy.
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20. _ It's All Mo Thug
Chorus (2x): itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug
Verse 1: flesh, krayzie, layzie
????????
Gotta catch one to ya dome
?oh-oh, oh-oh
Finna put him on yha ??? get thah money n tha ____
Watch for tha cops, stop, its time to get tha job done, we go
Ya'll know i ain't neva been a nigga tryin ta play
N a nigga just a killa tryin ta make a livin
Steady gettin ready for armagedon
But i'm high in tha meantime
N killaz from way down
Wanna come n let krayzie getta grave
Write phukk you hoes across my tombstone
N bury wit my guage (my gauge)
Fillin em wit pump ta pump
N if you an enemy whacha want
My nigga we gon bang on tha records
No battle, no m.c.'s, or names in your mouth
You get phukked up
We flippin on tha northcoast
Cuz everybody wanna claim my style
We could bukk-n-rough shit
I'm puttin a bitch in tha coffin
Fa tryin ta test a nigaaz nuts, but yo
Hey, can we play
Cuz i gotta lotta shhit i wanna launch your way, way
Betta not phukk wit all of us
No, no?
Hell yeah
Got me flippin in tha northcoast
Homie, rememba it's tha crook that wrote tha book
I'm off tha hook (off tha hook)
Ya'll niggaz betta tak another look
Cuz if you playa-hate tha bone
Then ya life'll get took, so quick
Neva bringin you no bullshit man
Face ta faces n asiassin game
Bringin tha heat
Ya'll niggaz bringin it lame
But if you wanna bring tha pain
Then you gotta maintain
Comin in on anutha level
I'mma put you on date, at tha top of tha pile
Fake niggaz wanna claim my style
But imma break em on down
Ho, you gotta kill me nigga
Cuz itz tha thuggish ruggish sound
That ya lookin for, betcha fo
Everybodyz boy wanna be like bone n stay high
Lil kidz no longer wanna be like mike
Thatz right, they tryin ta be like bone
N keep thuggin fa life
Gettin ready for tha end dawg
Wit my nigga ken dawg, hustlaz, shiftaz n tre
Ii tru, aj, all tha same muthaphukkaz from around my way
This iz how we play
Everyday itz tha same ol' same
Around my way, around my way
We'll be thuggin ah-round my way
This iz how we play
Everyday itz tha same ol' same
Around my way, around my way
Come around my way, my way, my way
Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug
Itz all mo thug, itz all mo, mo thug
Verse 2: bizzy, wish
Lil nigga wanna come n feel my pain(pain)
On tha brain itz a stress, a strain
Tha game iz pain(pain)
What about those hoez, oh no
Lil quija fa sure to teach bone
N if hez wrong, well hez gone
For my journey ta keep me strong
But dear lord i miss my people
N it just seemz so evil
N that i cant kiss my kidz goodnight
Puttem ta bed, they're so tired
Getcha sleep n thatz alright,thatz alright
I'll get mine, yeah i'll get mine
It'll take time, minimum crime
Weed n wine i'll be just fine
Got sumpin buggin on my people
Whut? in tha bakk of a caddy
Jumpin out caddies, spreadin through alleyz
In cleveland n cali like daddy n uh
No luv for
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21. _ Tha Crossroads
Bone Thugs N Harmony
"Tha Crossroads"
[Bone]
Bone Bone Bone Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone.. Bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
when there ain't no where to run (tell me what)
(When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you)
And whatcha gonna do
when there aint no where to hide (tell me what)
When judgment comes for you (Cause it's gonna come for you)
[Bizzy]
Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees uncle Charlie
Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay
When playing with destiny, 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
For the case to 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
Oh what can I do it's all about our family and how we roll
Can I get a witness let it unfold
We living our lives to eternal our soul 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
It's steadily creeping up on the 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$h]
Now Eazy's long gone
Really wish he would come home
But when it's time to die
Gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry
Why they kill my dog and man
I miss my uncle Charles y'all
and he shoudn't be gone, in front of his home
What they did to Boo was wrong
Oh so wrong, oh so wrong
Gotta hold on gotta stay strong
When the day comes
Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on (lean on)
Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
everday, everyday, everyday, everyday
[Chorus - Layzie and Krayzie]
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads
[Bizzy]
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody
[Layzie]
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
And I'm asking the good LORD with a sigh
It's I he told me we live to die
[Krayzie]
What's up with murder y'all, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin
And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends
Wanna come again, again and again
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
[Wi$h]
Can somebody anybody tell me why?
Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die?
I dont wanna die
Ohhh so wrong
Ohhhhh wrong
Ohhh so wrong
Ohhhhh wrong
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22. _ Shoot 'Em Up
BONE THUGS N HARMONY LYRICS
"Shoot 'Em Up"
[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
Shoot, shoot, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up
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 Bone]
Right off the jump, ooh, now I gots to 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 whamies on fools who wanna 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' weed and 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 high,
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
But ya better pinnin' yourself, or contend with the M-11,
.357 Automatic weapons from my shelf
These 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 500 Benz-o, we roll, roll
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 Bone]
Murder, mo murder, mo murder, mo murder them all
They fall, they fall buck buck, oh yeah
Niggas they get it then pissed off
And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers
They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh
We got something to put you back into your truck quick
Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em'
Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat
Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth
You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me
My nigga, we know what ya thinkin'
Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me
I'm comin' up 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 can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)
East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. 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
I rollin' thug records for ya, see my nigga
We comin' with nothin' to lose and bitch, if ya try me
(Any bodies) All those bloody bodies, tryin' to get outta the room
If I could just look up and see haters dyin', I'n I'n,
And flip 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't fuck with ya no more
You havin' a party, and the weed goin' up in your body
Smokers chill, my niggas done got get me sloppy high, oh so so high.
[Wish Bone]
Come on, come on, don't be shy
Let's get high
[Krayzie Bone]
We got that herb
[Wish Bone]
If you want some, want some
We got weed indeed, you need some, need some
Ah, yeah I know this just might sound crazy
But lately gotta roll with my gun
Cause the haters they hate me
Wanna hurt 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
Tight rhyme, Had to thug it out, but it came in time, just in time
And if 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, now hey, hey, hey
Blowin' up your 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 bang
All up in that body, got him, got him
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 Bone]
Shoot em' up always, hate when I break you off and you loss
And make it look to floss
Let there be coffins for all of your offspring
Now let there be coffins for all of your offspring
For the police on the corner, creepin' up
Here come them soldiers pullin' up
Better watch one of them St. Clair niggas
Put it in a gutter, better off and doze ya
Really know ya shouldn't have let me jumpin' 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 bullshittin'
And the Bizzy maintain, nigga this the North Coast 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 it's on, bitch, bang
You feel the pitch of my trigger finger's a bitch
I done put it down with my click, and stood on my own,
And kill flesh and I rest on the nine
I'll be fuckin' with y'all, slangin' my dogs
And em' all niggas been anxious lil' 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 realer
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.
[Hook repeated to fade]
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23. _ Ready For War
[majesty]
Ridin with death
[layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
[majesty]
Ridin with death
[layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
My nigga now majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum
My nigga now majesty these niggas is after me murder redrum redrum redrum
[layzie]
You niggas better expect retaliation feel the playa hation
Yeah you the next to get dropped i don't hide the glock
Real niggas don't stop pop pop
Put him in the mud nigga and your body rot
Top closing down on your caskets
Wanna make these bastards think we got mercy
Putting in work since a nigga thirteen
Sending niggas like yourself off in a hearse
See i won't hesitate to kill you wanna fill you with a couple of my slugs
Fucking with my thugs and i'm needing my love nigga what
Bone niggas fin to do a little damage
Take over the planet with my daily tortures
Of course it's the nigga that's takin no shorts
Smokin on the newports your ghetto resource
And bitch you wanna dig your own ditch
And hit you with levels beyond your control
My momma never raised no punks and hoes
Just relear niggas comin up snatchin souls for dough
I know y'all motherfuckers out there somewhere ain't nowhere to hide
Makin motherfuckers feel the vibe for life
In the midst of the twist i'll be down to ride
[chorus]
[bizzy]
We're ready for war
[majesty]
Ridin with death
[layzie]
We niggas rappin but still we actin like criminals
[repeat]
[bizzy]
I'ma relent and furiated that you hated and pap pap can't fade it
We stay heavily sedated comin now back up my buck get shaken
Deeply dreaming about this demon my daddy told me it was comin
Trapped in the form of a bad omen it's wicked it was written i'll be
Runnin while turnin around and blastin back to buck 'em fuck 'em
Them fools come back like i'm ready for war is that all you got
Heard the mack was talkin this and that bout some of my incidents
Said i smoke and snatchin purses you heard this lil ez told me
Bitch clonin little ez's niggas so fuck you you weren't original
Mono y mono ain't no subliminal hey
When i regime in fatigues we ready to bleed even when they sleepin
Catch me caught me must have seen
And they're gonna get your ass next weekend
[chorus 2x]
[majesty]
My mental seduction run your whole sound suction abduction of lyrics
Is the loss of life love and spirits
Capital offense for generics lost in the prison
Lieutenants overseeing the barracks checkin in
Mark ass copy cat incoherance is crucial
Smokin hay that bite shit like microchips
I watch you ride the rodeo straight to the bottom
When you're fate rotten, bitch, when i spot 'em i'ma drop 'em
[layzie]
Surrounded bby violence my nigga i'm bound to just live a lifetime
And this shrink wanna get inmy head cause i'm amongst the walking dead
All i really said if you niggas don't fled you gone bleed bloody red
Nigga shoot the spot and got ghosts fuckin with the mastermind of all time
Letting niggas know we off in our prime
It'll be that way to ninety-ninety-nine
Criminal-minded niggas been blinded
Looking for a style like bone but can't see me
Just like mike everybody wanna be me
Study every movie nigga makin on tv
Easy does it do it easy what it is number one better check the score
Here we go nigga don't wanna fight no more
But i'm ready for you hoes and that's for sure
[bizzy]
When the ghetto needs me i'll be grippin to the scripture picture
Little ripsta can i get critical
And i'm seldom seen in the henessey when i ride up on my enemies
Zero one of my heroes jesus blessed me to be lethal
With my automatic let you have it you don't wanna see any evil
Motherfuckers i'll take it to the people
Then i will meet you at the funeral
Get 'em up bizzy mafiaso no witness is the usual
Further mo murder mo ready with guns i'll serve you hoes
When they call niggas hit the road
And when they get killed i'ma get your soul
[krayzie]
You thinkin i'm slippin with niggas that itchin to rob me
Yes they want to give me bloody body
By pumping a couple of slugs inside me
But i'll be damned we won if it comes to guns and i'm
Stacking them thangs so you gets none statics automatic fun
Want some come come come execution redrum rum
See what you see in my eyes murder murder death defied
Burnt alive fried when they die
No one was able to find them cause they're bodies went up in a fire
Fuck they family try to creep
But you think i'm asleep cause i'm pumpin beats
Nigga better believe we keep much heat up under my seat yeah
Shoot 'em up quick in a minute and within a minute
You already suckas i bet that you bent it we sent it
We'll atest for the murder we should we dealt it
You thought you was flippin but got k.o.d'd
Ring-a-ling-a-ling get that ass up outta there
The undisputed thugs in harmony proved it
Kicked a couple of niggas asses
Gotta take off and stay still blastin
Locked in the state penatentiary but dog that ain't shit
Better make your money baby and pick up a couple of guns on the side
So when you ride and you get high don't let them haters run up your side
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24. _ Thugs Always
Krayzie:
It's 1999. guess what? the muthafuckin' real thugs is in this muthafucka.
Oh, shit!
Krayzie:
Always, always . . . what am i? what am i? a thug always, -ways, -ways. uh-huh, uh-huh. krayzie: niggas look out. we in the muthafucka house. we in here now. it's goin' down, steppin' through th
Wd, sippin' on hen, and we get wild. niggas lookin' foul. if he even move and step like he hatin'--knock 'em out. and then keep stompin' his head in the ground, and drag 'em out onto the dance f
Tell 'em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on--we beat bitches up out their britches to show 'em how to tear up a club when they be fuckin' with the thugs.
Nigga, we come to party, but i'll fuck up somebody, but y'all ain't feelin' me, is y'all 'til one of these bullets split y'all, hit y'all? if y'all thinkin' we some bustas or hoes or fags, then
Hould meet us, see how fast we slash your ass. you wanna rumble? i'm sick of bein' humble, give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. sawed-off, slim, it don't
Matter. i got somethin' for him and him, and then them niggas that you bring back thinkin' you can win. fuck your friends. everybody talk that shit, nigga. oh, yeah i know it. but who gon' show
Nd who the ho is? i bet 'em a million bucks it's not us. yeah, we might not get everybody. somebody gon' get fucked [fucked], fucked [fucked] up.
Flesh-n-bone:
You wanna come test me now? come, i say, come now challenge me, the realer, can handle my business. i'm gonna finish, i gotta end this, i'm a diminish thee. come, follow my profits seeking gifts
Ain't no stoppin' me. i gotta clock cheese. t-h-u-g. pop niggas, they d-e-a-d. bet i'm thug, don't test me block, trust my dogs. hit 'em up with a left, right, spot 'em with the beam. there's fi
Ues of mine. what am i? a thug always. remember the way they play back in the day? hit 'em with ak, you're made to hate me, baby. whoo! we comin' to really make y'all feel us. remember that nigg
Zy-e, labelled me and my trues black nigga killas. nigga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swiggin', lovin' bud, and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. and i don't give a fuck if y
Crip or you a blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some love.
Layzie bone:
Gotdamn, it feel good to be a thugsta--gettin' high, smokin' weed all day. ain't got to listen to no bitches and i'm disrespectin' laws, just doin' it the bone thug way. yeah, nigga, you got to
Azy, fuckin' with layzie, and all these mo thug killas. we them ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers. feel us, nigga, if you want. ain't nothin' but a high caffiene hit. we kickin' that r
It. fuck the law, shit, been screamin' it for years. ain't no fear in my heart, thanks to the lord up above. and i got a grudge against the people that judge, give 'em no mercy, no love. let me
Ou shoot that muthafucka, shoot that nigga.
Ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin', niggas spit that fire. we don't need no water, let this muthafucka burn, baby, and i know they hate me, say lately, layzie actin' shady. hey, it's the #1
Ssin [that's me], they just can't understand. i fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, 'cause i'm a stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. the city of thieves is my home, and i don't trust na
Gga. my mentality is thug, runnin' the streets sellin' drugs, off this nigga gettin' buzzed, packin' heat off in the club. nigga, what? nigga, what? they sayin' that bone was split up. niggas is
Ous, tellin' rumors and lies, can eat a dick up, nigga.
Wish bone:
Nigga, stay real. thugs get high. while you call yourself a thug, that's how i feel inside. and we don't wanna hurt nobody, -body, but your fuckin' with us, and we shootin' up the party. even if
E solo on some of that bone shit we sayin', now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. fuckin' with us is like fuckin' with no condom. that's dumb, better play with yourself. nigga, i
The one. ain't a thang changed: niggas still the same--made a little change, sendin' bullets to brain, fuck around, man. nine millimeter, come and get some, get some. shoot 'em with them hollow
Ause you know he's got his vest on. and you didn't want it to come to this, did you? fuckin' with them thugs: them niggas roll through. if you really want some, run [krayzie: you better run], fu
With thug niggas--run, run.
Krayzie:
Yeah, and nigga, come on. we ready for combat, but y'all ain't ready. carry a deadly machete, shred 'em and stretched, now they human spaghetti, steady smooth and very eager to bury enemies. if
Necessary, then nigga wet 'em, and better go get 'em. we pickin' 'em off with the heater 9-millimeter shit to sweep the streets, make niggas retreat. that's heat. now, i repeat: if you want som
Gga come and get it, 'cause we still five, live, and vicious. don't get it twisted, muthafucka. run up on it whenever ya wanna get down and dirty. still stand in the land with the slugs in gun i
Hand. krayzie, layzie, bizzy,wish, and flesh put it down to the north, south, east, and west. from back in the day, we claimin' the thuggish ruggish--no need to change it. now everybody a thug.
U real, throw it up, but if it's fake, kill 'em and put 'em in with the rest of them phonies. fuck 'em, and yes, it's like that.
Krayzie:
Always, always . . . what am i? what am i?
A thug always, -ways, -ways.
Uh-huh, uh-huh.
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25. _ Aint Nuthin Changed (everyday Thang Part 2)
Chorus (krayzie)
Aint nuthin changed, everyday
Aint nuthin changed....(3x)
Its an everyday thing when you hear tha bukk bang
Mo thuggstaz always claim
Stay thug up in this game
N remain tha same
So follow me now see (now see)
Up to tha double glock n
Hear pistols poppin(poppin)
???
Everybody get, get down(4x)
Krayzie
I like ta puff up on my caine
Wittout tha grain
??????
Ya'll gon' need all my change
Im pullin my people up outta tha bullshit
Thatz why we do this thuggsta music
You be pullin on tha dubie, dubie
B.o.n.e. so lovley
Gotta get, gotta get, get money
Mo money, thuggin
Foreva we keepin it real
Im ready ta show tha last nigga
How a mo thug hit tha shit
Than be rollin with tha murda, we golden
Rollin down with indo we go
Than get stopped, we all thug(yeah)
Ready to bust on in at night
Shoot em up, shoot em up
Nobody move, nobody get hurt
Layzie
Im wonderin really how many more niggas'll be in a coffin
Before its my time, imma die right here
Take losses, not a dime
Everyday its tha same, n i gotta get mine for tha crime
My mental be blessin my pistol
My only utensil for cheddar
Its on tha level, war
Whateva my mind is my judge
Imma kiss or my pleasure with ya
Like kid come parlay with lay
All through my hood
Be back, everything gonna be all good
Niggas ridin real
Like i would
Goin against tha grind
Its all tha same, its all tha same
Smokin alotta weed ?????
No pain, no gain
You straight up hate, n thats a shame
How long we'll arrange
Bang, bang gotta get down for my thang
Aint nothin ta do ta get out of this game (out of this game)
You'll try, but you still will see
You could be
N roll tham greens of tha earth
Were religious baby
Baby tell me whut do you wanna do
Tell me whut you wanna do
You wanna ride n smoke with me
Or i can ride n smoke with you
Its all cool, its all cool, its all cool
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26. _ Down Foe My Thang
Layzie
Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. smoke, and i choke, and i creep on ah come up. niggas be tryin' run up, but i bust, and they drop to their death. now they done up. gun up, hunt my blunt up. creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady. call me lightweight crazy #1 nigga little layzie. nigga don't wanna faint, runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs. bone done told you. testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show you. faded a nigga that stepped up, then slipped in some shit. seen 'em all's just stood up then put a foot up that ass, had to blast that clique-clique. sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave'. puttin' them souls up off up in a grave, dwell in hell, they'll all lay slain. amazed, must i blaze. it's insane when i take that bud to the brain. toke, choke, hold in me smoke until-a-me strained, feelin' no pain. better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept and i'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin', dangl
in' up under the trench,
Finna blow that chest through, you should've wore a vest fool. 'cause the bone don't front. nigga check or get wrecked. got flesh on the set, with his finger on a tec. loc'd out with the khakis and high-techs. respect them st. clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money man. rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we house that rap game.
Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [*2]
Flesh
Well what do ya know hoes, and the bigger bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on. and kickin' it on the stage. off in a raid gettin' my serve on. so, leave 'em alone. they come. they need to be shown that bone done chrome-blown, lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on. you'd better go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with flesh, i'm fin' to lynch ya, mo murda! you're runnin' up eye to eye with death. face to face, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss, and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin. remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em, greetin' 'em with me nine. runnin' with thugs and hustlas and murderin' 'em every time.
Layzie
Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [*4]
Bizzy
Remember the ripsta, sinster creeper, rippin' up that set with a street-sweeper. gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter. rippin' that flesh when i sneak with a meat cleaver. when i'm in me smugsta, never the studio thugsta. buck 'em! buck 'em! muthafuck 'em. thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas. so back up off me. no stack won't let me slip. when a nigga start to step, then wet 'em, put 'em in the graveyard. bitch, better buy your vest, then test rest, the ripsta quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, nigga. my little nigga, mo! hart, my bigger nigga, sin. dash fast, get 'em up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash, me can killa for free for homies and family. tell 'em to see me, that realer nigga, the ripsta, put 'em in rivers. it don't stop. drop p's to the s-c-t's and double glock. pop, pop! here's the slug from the twelve-gauge thug. you don't want fuck with, nor buck with, rip's breakin' on bustas. blood, me feelin' 'em
like it hurts. me murder
. i show no mercy. turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see?
Krayzie
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up! they never could fuck with me sawed-off pump. bitch if i'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked. gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in me trench, and then click it. now, nigga this rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me clique. and now leathaface takin' your life so you best stay back, tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash. buck a guard while walkin' past. bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang, and i claim and hang with thieves. niggas that make cheese for the green leaves. gotta give p's, 'cause they swang these. come nigga, meet my hood and found nothin' but thugs and hustlas. sin never been no busta, he'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch. nigga, muthafuck 'em! krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run so the po-po don't catch up. nigga can't be arrested. one m-11, me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're felon, 187. eleven dwellin' better from the cell,
and nigga that pick up m
Ossberg, the quicker you get to the curb. put one to the temple. pump to mr. policeman, that's all you heard.
Layzie
Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [*4]
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27. _ Crossroad (original Mix)
And, wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from bone.
My nigga, just rest your soul, and i'll see you at the crossroad.
Krayzie:
I'll never get over what some nigga told me: "did you know that you're nigga, wally, got pap pap at put in a coffin?" no! why my nigga took a fall? saw my nigga tryin' to swang them dums, (in the war) so we lost him. but, damn, why did ya have to kill 'em? i never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum. i sit and i pray everyday: god, don't let me get smoked; oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but i still got a lot to live for. but so did my nigga, my nigga--he's gone, and all he left was his memories. but when i die, you gon' see me. one, two, three, wally rest in peace, please.
Wish:
Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain. even niggas in the hood is no good, put one to your own homie's brain. and a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some fucked-up thangs. now, i gotta ask god if that's the reason my homie's gone away. and i gotta give hate to ya gangstas out there fakin' the funk, actin' like you got a problem, but your just too goddamned drunk. put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men, 'cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend.
And, wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from bone.
My nigga, just rest your soul, and i'll see you at the crossroad.
Layzie:
Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish ruggish eyes. see the thugstas cry. and i'm askin' the good lord "why?" and sigh, he told me we lived to die. not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you wally. i love you to death, but i wish you could have seen through your troubles, and it's hard to say good-bye to another bone. i'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, i'm so alone. stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories. you're livin' off in my prayers. gotta let the man upstairs know that somebody cares. just wait, and i'll be there.
Bizzy:
When i heard the word it at kerm's, shorty said, "oh, my lord," layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world. how bad? and what about looney, now? damn, she gon' act a fool. out the blue, see 'cause she knew what happened to wally, she lost her cool. remember my thug, when i got mo' love. sippin' on eight-ball, used to tell him to pass the weed. i wish i could tell him to smoke it all. not my dog. the mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep: to get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell and, a nigga, you'll smooth creep.
And, wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from bone.
My nigga just rest your soul, and i'll see you at the crossroad.
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28. _ Pimps, Thugs, Hustlaz, &gangstaz
Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug, you better get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gansta, let your gun smoke.
Krayzie:
Took a trip out to texas and i find real niggas, remind me of mine. a nigga can vibe, 'cause y'all some cold ass playa playas. hey, there, mo thug and we gotsta give 'em some love, so now you're
In' with the big pimps and the thugs. you get up too close and we fuckin' you up, you don't really want that 'cause i know these ain't no hoes you fuckin' with. touched down and got with the rea
Niggas in the town. now look who's in the suave house, yes it's truly-yours, mister sawed-off leatherface, a warrior ready for war, a natural soldier boy, ready to move out, nigga, ready to get
The shoot out. in the meanwhile, i still gotta make me some money to get by. yeah, i thought to connect, and hooked up with mjg, made money, 'cause all that other shit don't mean a thing to me.
Ry to run up and i'm leavin' you stunned. nobody will know who shot that pump, 'cause i'm gonna dump it and run. put him on the pave, and hey, that nigga that did it was wearin' a leather face,
Ot to be played with. whateve
R you claim, you better get paid. shit.
Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.
Mjg:
Who be i? the nigga who pimpin'-a plenty of hoes, look at the size of the bank that he hold. natural born mind control. false niggas' gang blown away. it makes you wonder why niggas be hatin'. t
Ealous, they fellas be lookin' to take you under. it seems like the more that we get, you come with that shit, lookin' for ways to drive us insane, confusin' our brain. i'm settin' up traps for
Who snatch cheese. fly like a trapeze artist. tell 'em to bring it on, i comes the hardest.
Mjg, pimp, runnin' with bone, dividin?the throne. regardless of niggas who stand in my path, i'm bringin' it on. recitin' the lyrical gift, the shit that give me the bitches, the money, the cars
Do you know when you're goin' too far? the further you get, the further you are. shit, i breaks in half crook niggas. don't make me laugh. now, huh, which ones the head and, huh, which one's th
? where your bitch at? collectin' my cash. now who would've know that the bitch is a hood-rat. increasin' my stash, leavin' you fast. you're thinkin' i'm slippin', i'm grippin' the tech. look at
Bullets, they rippin' his vest open, puttin' a hole in his chest. in piece is that nigga decide to rest. i'm leavin' you grievin', believin' in pimpin'. the shit that i got is the shit that i'm
. constantly livin' that life of a thug, drinkin' the hen, smokin' the bud.
Krayzie:
If you a pimp, nigga, pimp them hoes. if you a thug you, better get ready for war. if you a hustla, make your dough. if you a gangsta, let your gun smoke.
Layzie:
Too many fake niggas done tried to contend, and then again, pinned that they couldn't win. ken took it to the head with a fifth of hen now i'm in the wind, 500 benzo, we roll, roll. rod j came t
H with the mack-10. wish trippin' when i pulled out the glock. you know that all of my niggas be ready this pop-pop, comin' with the heat cocked, 'cause it never did stop. everybody i know out l
' for a come up, we creep, it's deeper than the way you perceive a thug, no love, take a nigga through the mud everytime i try him from my wordly grudge. what? nigga we |
29. _ Thugs All Over The World
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. all over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Krayzie:
Nigga, you ask 'em, they gon' tell you who the thuggish ruggish. they love us. you haters, i bet you won't say fuck you us to our faces, bitch, and ball up your knuckles, 'cause we can work. too
Niggas be thinkin' that i won't bomb back at ya, thinkin' i'm a rapper-actor. think i won't blast 'em? shit: i'm always ready to bomb back on bustas. i got my gun, so test me if you're tryin' t
Ve that you ain't scared to die. nigga, what? who the-, who the thugs? y'all punk muthafuckas ain't got no nuts. i only be dealin' with real niggas. them other niggas--they get their ass put in
When they try to flex and disrespect me. and that's when i gotta get even with niggas--retaliation. uh-huh [uh-huh]. i bet i will see you again, and nigga, your day is gon' come. but, man, y'al
Gas ain't ready for drama, but i'm a put it on mama. nigga, you try run up on me, then i gotta shot your head off. i'm keepin' a gun on me daily, 'cause if you got my niggas' roll, then they sur
' try to take it.
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. all over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Treach:
As far as 50 greatest emcees ever, they gave me 32, like they don't know how these dirty judge get thirty, do ya? they must be shady, baby, naw just maybe a stunt. the greatest producers, and di
Mention kaygee once? the greatest groups of all time, stop the crime, sporty, find the shorty fucked up by not namin' naughty. pass the mask, the glock, you faggots better stop. blaze the page o
50 of your rock and clock, tryin' to prepare, i'm a fuck you wearin' rubber, tell 'em niggas at the mags that i ain't sharin' a cover [uh-uh]. bring troops and boots from chrome coupes to hoops
T's us, like namin' emcees and boostin' brought the news. run through wussy pussy (...?...). there's the predator, rhymes to better ya, blah! where's the editor? once a year, proof that they're
To swallow, and i'll bet you'll have a different view of emceein' tomorrow. thugs all over the world!
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. all over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Krayzie:
Now i done been all over the nation, kicked it with real soldiers that's 'bout they paper. handle me so many of these fakers, had to quickly shake 'em. knew what i had to do. said, "nigga,
The year is '99." i'm dead serious. about my business--shit is gettin' ridiculous. they gotta be ready to pop, pop, pop, pop the 9 millimeter. keep your weapon next to the pocket that you k
Our profit in. while we fuckin' with niggas that's naughty, haters look, saw that treach and leather face. we comin' to get the riot started.
Treach:
Since i been around the cadaver, gather matters, just wait, see i splattered the matter, rat-tat-tat-tat and shoot 'em in shake. see i'm comin' like a rhino. pass the fine ho. we fucked in illin
Right outside of chicago. got rhymes out the ass, so find the lasso, i can either rap, ride, rush, war, riddle, or rastle. leave 'em in line, the ass-whippins with extra clips with my nigga kray
Ne with some thugged-out shit. to my thugs all over the world!
Krayzie:
All over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
Thugs all over the world. all over the world.
All across the nation. we all across the nation.
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30. _ It's All Real (krayzie Bone)
Krayzie bone and the bone, with my mighty, mighty warriors, with my mighty, mighty warriors.
This is all real, what you see [see]. i said it's all real. it's just the thug in me.
Nigga, just because krayzie quiet, speak less, don't be mistakin' my kindness for weakness. humble but ready to rumble. my violent side, i can't deny, i'm like a jekyll and hyde, gemini, look if you see me quiet, then i'm plottin' to riot. why? tell me, why in they eyes, i'm labeled a menace, but i like it? destroy ya. paranoia will make me blow you away, but hey. nigga got too close to me, and that ain't how it's supposed to be. nigga want respect, but what do you show me? you playa hate and anticipate the day that you can see me fall. better act like you know. i'm rollin' with mo, posse up. do damage and manage to wiggle our way out of handcuffs as we strut as thugs we must, doin' our best to obey god. violent in these times. got to do what ya got to do--war 'til 99. slim nigga, gotta get up, and go and get it, if it's real, it comin'. now i got it, and i'm a floor the niggas actin' crazy. the safety's off: come and get it if ya really want it, yeah [yeah, yeah, yea
h]. it's hatin', baby, t
Hat gots me so cold. ya gotta be heartless in certain situations, like retaliation.
It's all real, what you see. [truly real.] i said it's all real. it's just the thug in me.
Niggas be keepin' it all real. we keepin' it all real. with the real, if it's real, if it's real, then stay real and be real.
We come with nothin' but the real thang, baby.
Krayzie got nothin' but the real thang, baby [the real thang, bang].
Baby, now this is the sound me and my trues, we put this down, way down. so, now when ya hear me releasin' some shells, hit the ground with the quickness, lay, better stay down. on the darkside, take a look and you'll find true niggas like no other kind. niggas say fuck the wine, indo inside, swisha sweet, get me high.
Ain't nothin', get to nothin', somethin' got to be real, real, somethin' got to be real.
I still be thuggin' in the khakis, boots, and skullies,
And since i'm a weed fiend for the green, nigga, gotta make that money, man.
It's real always.
Last night, i p.o.d'd, next to me ouija, ouija, and i fell in this fucked-up state of mind. slipped in a dream, and i seen demons screamin', tellin' me it's time to die. why me? i see some niggas--they comin' to get me. they creepin' outside of my window. i'm ready to bang, bang, bang. aim the 12 gauge pump. when my lead go, give it up for the bloody murda mo', bloody murda mo', mo', mo'. see the nigga when they go through the window, had to put a bigger hole in his soul. if he getaway, runnin' out my backdoor, with a me sawed-off swangin'. get ready to duck now, to the guts, buck, pap, pap, pow.
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies [murda mo', murda mo', murda mo', murda mo', murda mo', murda mo'], kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames, krayzie insane to the brain.
Now i know why i did some dirt in my time, 'cause the devil was stressin' my mind, messin' with my mind. nigga, bone's don't know if (...?...) i turn to realize that everyday, i can do it if i only pray, maintain, 'cause a nigga was lustin' for money, got to get it, 'cause a nigga was strugglin'. i hit 'em with the mossberg. y'all heard about mr. sawed-off leather face, 'til them lay, round after round after round, they'll fall down, down. may they lay. may they lay from that eruption, man. we puttin' 'em six feet deep. we buck, we bang.
It's all real, what you see. [truly real.] i said it's all real. it's just the thug in me.
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31. _ Thug Luv (featuring 2 Pac)
2pac:
Nigga, we doin' this shit from cleveland to l.a., nigga. whatever you niggas want, we bringin' it! thug luv, nigga. bitch! what time is it? yo, i don't give a fuck where you lay at, nigga, it's time to slay these bitch-made niggas.
[bizzy: pac pac run with us, run with us, run with us. pac pac run with us. pac and rip with thug luv.]
They ain't even knowin' what type of niggas we is. where my thugs at?
[cocking of a shotgun, followed by gunshots repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. i know you niggas been waitin' for this for a long time. well, here it is, nigga. here it is. what you gonna do with it?
Bizzy:
Well, it must be close to the armageddon, lord. know that i won't fly by that lesson, you taught me to pull out my wesson, you brought me, and i'm not stressin' it softly. get 'em up off me, 'cause all we wanted was harmony, been bombin' 'em, yell up outta my ghetto, i won't settle, get on my level. they can't stop me and pop me. nigga, they got me? fuck no. little pac gets schizophrenic, let's manage to damage all y'all. i'll talk about 'em, and you don't really want it, 'cause they're cornered, and i'm want 'em to not jump. i'd rather say that we came to shut 'em all down. so quick to test, bullet, yes, declare war. roll, i'll flow when i get the gun for the murda mo' horror, for why they did it all, pause for the cause, and i fin to pull a nine or pistol, a little nigga with mine. fuck them niggas, it's on. all y'all fall. bizzy gettin' bitches to test me, bless the floor, and any attempt to arrest me, stress me. lord, lookin' at death, with the last of my breath. fo
llow, follow, my kids, no
W don't sin in my steps. yet the weapon is kept with the best of my secrets, deep in the (leaves), i'm alone, nigga believe that i can see it, if needed, and if you really with me and well then let it be, get the greens and we runnin' up over cleveland [cleveland].
2pac:
Ha, ha! what's poppin', nigga? put your muthafuckin' hands on your strap, nigga. thug luv, nigga. yeah, we can do this like gangstas and slug it out, or do this like punks and punk it out. pull your strap on me, nigga, you better kill me. thug luv, nigga. thug lfe, baby. thug luv.
I probably be punished for hard livin', blind to the facts thugs is convicts in god's prison, hands on the strap. prayin', so father please forgive me. police be rushin' when they see me. i flaunted america's most wanted live on t.v. life: pleasure and pain, stuck in this game, holler my name. we all gon' die. we bleed through similar veins. yous explain to me now. don't panic when my guns burst. heard the last jam, nigga? this one's worse. my nigga, bone held the chrome 'til i came home. thug luv playas, tell these bitch niggas bring it on. i caught a plane out to cleveland late last evenin' to help my niggas clean up; some niggas no longer breathin'. now, who do you believe in? hit the weed and grieve. it's a cold ass world. niggas kill you in your sleep. watch me. until they stop me, bury, murder me or drop me, i got thug luv for my nationwide posse. feel me.
Layzie:
Little thug from the land, nigga never ran. muthafuckas out to get me. they don't understand it's the #1 nigga out with a nation of niggas down to put it some work and do some dirt, fuckin' around with the band bone thugs-n-harmony, follow down the road, we stroll to meet karma. everything i do, it seem to cause drama. ready for the war like a knight in my armor, bomb ya. so quick to test us, nigga wanna crash me, eat dust. for the love of the lust, niggas bustin' on us. hit 'em up with the buck 12 gauge eruptions. it's the art of war. puttin' niggas on the floor when i'm comin' through the door, bringin' nothin' but terror, causin' much pain to the nigga that dared us, tried to put a twist in this thugsta era. paired up with a nigga like pac, and a nigga like me, gotta stay high. thug luv 'till i die, keep my prayer to the sky, but i'm still in the hood, smoke and fry, so i beg the lord save us all escapers of misery, bless my niggas in penetentary, soldiers of the century
, yeah.
Krayzie:
Here to get it, told my niggas they need get the hell down with the dirt, and we don't fuck around. buck a couple a rounds, and if your passin' through, then hit the ground, and don't get caught up in the crossfire, nigga. artillery thick, and you don't wanna get to fuckin' with this, i'm straight devil, not a punk and pretend. i reload, buck a little mo'. flee the scene 'fore the po-po even know. "so, who ya lookin' for?" they don't know. a mothafucka with a leather face. hey, man, she said i ran this way, said i ran that a way. ya'll hoes'll never know because i got away, yeah yeah. a criminal mind to keep a nigga on the level. sometimes i get high, and analyze your crime. correctly organized and with results, you'll be surprised.
Wish:
Oh, nigga, can you feel the vibe? we can ride. playa hatin' niggas, you gotsta die, it's only right. it's over with, bone, better leave it alone, mo thug come crack they fuckin' domes. still in the hood, where the thugs play, fuckin' with nothin' but thugs, man, ain't takin' no shorts, or no losses. we crackin' them domes around my way. give it to 'em on another level, nigga, get a shovel, you can dig a hole. bitches is dead. infrared to your head. you can beg, you go fled, but still gon' bleed bloody red. fuck with mine, we'll be seen in the moonlight, 'cause we out ridin', lookin' for you [for you]. better run for cover, nigga, duck. we about to bust. strate got the infrared, put it on his forehead. makes a move, send [flowers] straight to his home. put a card in the muthafucka, send it to his mama. tell her he was dead wrong, dead wrong. gone, now we long gone, long, gone.
Bizzy:
Pac pac run with us, run with us, run with us. pac pac run with us. pac and rip with thug luv.
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