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1. _ Budsmokers Only
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2. _ Da Introduction
Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards (shatasha): it's the thuggish ruggish bone . . .
Eazy-e: eternal. eternal. eternal . . .
St. clair, niggas [niggas, niggas].
[laughing. scream. thunder.]
Backwards (bizzy): gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow. the bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. so, sin, sip gin, a
L' mo heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. 'member to test nuts . . .
[explosion.]
Buck! buck! buck! buck!
[laughing.]
Right back at your muthafuckin' ass comes those real true thugs staight of the double glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous,
-made, playa hatin' ass niggas. you better tell me what's real, bitch. takin' over shit in the nine five, i bring to you the one and only, bone thugs-n-harmony.
Nigga, this st. clair [this st. clair, this st. clair].
Layzie:
Yeah, nigga.
Krayzie:
Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.
Bizzy:
Nigga be all about that llello bankroll. bet i make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but i beat up hoes, and i peel 'em and bang. gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up soft
Eepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good til dawn. when i'm alone, and i'm dozin', bet i watch the door, then i won't be slippin', sleepin'. lovin' the thugs i bails with, but a trai
Twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven. twelve gauge and an ak-47 spray. lil' ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up i
When i roll with realer niggas, pop, pop. drop to the sound, hit the ground, then i'm up to kill ya.
Krayzie:
Them st. clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when i dug them enemies deep in the mud. they drugged. i roll with them trues. snooze, you l
End up on the alley floor fucked up. what's up with them shoes? ooh, they new. so we runnin' off with my dog's chucks. bust a left at the block. hey, what do ya know? oh, no, the po-po--th
Llow. copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender. gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and i swang to t
De, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five. peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mill, better not get caught for real. nigga, drop that bill, or i pop my steel. ain't
Ompetition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets. so drop that dollar, man. gotta holler, bang. fuckin' with a t
Igga smokin' blunts. nigga,
Don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get (?) i'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.
Layzie:
Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off thai. my niggas in the land got glocks for days on the nine-nine. but i kill
All, dog. bet layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now? come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down. and i'm talkin' about niggas that
A contend with them thugstas. some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas. never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thu
Cleveland dwell. daily collectin' me mill, and i'll meet you in hell if all else fails. oh, well.
Krayzie:
Execution double nine style,
With layzie:
Steadily sendin' that body underground.
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3. _ Me Killa
Krayzie [all]
Doom, doom, doom, doom, killa, [bone
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4. _ Mr. Ouija 2
Krayzie
Ouija are you with me? [mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now!] [*4]
Krayzie & layzie
Dear mr. ouija, could you please tell me my future? will i die of murder? will i die of bloody murder? come, come again? [*2]
Wish [krayzie]
[will i die of bloody murda mo?]
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5. _ Buddah Lovaz
Bizzy
Shiiiit!
Layzie
Nigga, it's the nigga's night out tonight, nigga
Wish
Awwooooooo!
Krayzie
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven. [*4]
Keep rollin', smokin', stay chokin'.
All
Buddah lova.
Gotta learn to smoke the buddah.
Bizzy
I'm so glad you showed me, krayzie, layzie, wish, flesh.
Krayzie
Reefer really makes me happy.
Krayzie & layzie [layzie]
Hydro, [me just can't let-a-me] high go. [me smokin' upon that] hydro.
Me just can't let-a-me high go.
[smoke] smoke smokin' that hydro, [won't] won't let-a-me high go. [*4]
Krayzie, layzie, wish, flesh
Water the reefer, me slaughter, straight to ziwiski to get me a sack, (a bag) a sack, a sack, a sack.
It grew in the water, the reefer, me slaughter, straight to ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, a sack, a sack, a sack
Krayzie [layzie]
It grew in the water
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6. _ Die Die Die
Bizzy [police officer]
Shhh! shut up, nigga. shut the fuck up, nigga. here they come. here they come. here they come, nigga. duck down, nigga. duck down. duck down. shit! [there they are.] shit, come on, nigga. come o
Hese assholes are nothin' for a stake out.] make a run for it. nigga make a... [freeze, motherfucker!] shit!
Bizzy [krayzie]
I'm little ripsta. i'm... [leathaface comin' to kill 'em at night.] |
7. _ Crossroad
bone-bone-bone-bone
Bone, bone, bone, bone, bone
Now tell me whatchya gonna do when there ain't nowhere to run
When judgment comes for you,when judgment comes for you
Now tell me whatchya gonna to do, when there ain't nowhere to hide
When judgment comes for you, cause its gonna come for you
Head south nigga this foe wally
Eazy sees uncle charlie
Lil boo and gods gottem and im gonna miss everybody
I done roll and blows my gauge look and he want to play
Wit krayzie dustin they play too deep foe me ta say
Lil layzie came to me told him the preacher deceased wit him please
Bury me by my gram, my gram, me where, you get, come follow me
God bless you workin on a plan to heaven
Follow the lord all 24/7 days
God is who we pray, even though the devil's all up in my face
But he's keepin me safe and in my place
Say praise to the gauge erased without a chance to face the judge
It's gonna get my sober buds, grudge, because there's no mercy for thugs
Ooh, what can i do, it's all about the family and how we roll
Can i get a witness, not enough fools, we livin our lives to eternal our soul,
Ey-o ey-o
Heeey, 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 lazy
Now follow me roll, stroll, whether it's hell or it's heaven
Come lets go take a visit to the people that's long gone they rest
Wally, he's there, terry, boo, it's steady creepin up on me family
Exactly, how many days we got lastin, while you laughing, we're passin passin
Away
We goin' to rest ya'll souls
Cause i know we might meet you up at tha crossroads, ya'll know
That forever got love for them bone thugs baby
Little eazy's long gone, really wish he could come home
But when it's time to die, gotta go bye-bye, all a thug could do was cry, cry
Why they kill my dog, yeah man, i miss my uncle charles ya'll
And he shoudn't be gone, in front of his home, what they did to boo was wrong
Whoooo, who was wrong, who was wrong, gotta hold on, gotta stay strong, when
The day comes
Betta believe bone got a shoulder you can lean on, lean on
Heeey, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everday
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads [so you won't be lonely]
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads [so you won't be lone-ly]
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads [so you won't be lonely]
See you at tha crossroads, crossroads, crossroads [so you won't be lone-ly]
And i'm gonna miss everybody, and i'm gonna miss everybody, [long gone, long
Gone]
And i'm gonna miss everybody, [long gone] and i'm gonna miss everybody, [long
Gone]
And i'm gonna miss everybody, [long gone] and i'm gonna miss every-body.
Livin in a hateful world, sendin me straight to heaven [that's how we roll]
Livin in a hateful world, sendin me straight to heaven [that's how we roll]
Livin in a hateful world, sendin me straight to heaven [that's how we roll]
And i'm askin the good lord, why, and inside he told me we live to die
What's up with that murder ya'll, see my little cousin was home
Somebody really wrong, anybody want to test us thug
And ms. sleazy set up eazy to fall.
You know i be sendin that cousin and tellin me when he leave, murda come again,
Again and again
Now tell me what ya gonna do
Can somebody anybody tell me why, heeey
Can somebody anbody tell me why, we die, we die [oh, so wrong]
I don't wanna die [sooo wrong] oh, so wrong, sooo wrong
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 lone-ly]
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 lone-ly]
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 lone-ly]
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 lone-ly]
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads [so you won't be lonely]
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8. _ Eternal
Layzie
Where you from, nigga? straight from the muthafuckin' land of the heartless: five true thugs from the double-glock, [and you fall] ready to pop to the dome. eternally, it's on. yeah!
Straight mo thug nigga, return from the clair. test this hustla--better not dare. we thug on the block, and distributin' llello. little layzie be there daily collectin' me bankroll. rollin' with
S, nothin' to lose, nevertheless ain't about that talkin'. screamin' out murder, comin' to serve ya, nigga, we told you. bone be stalkin' sleepwalkin'. #1 assassin pick up the pump and then caus
He twelve gauge eruption. let loose with a buckshot blast and bone up outta the cut, and me buckin'. eternally here to stay in the khakis suits and the high-tech boots. oops! i'm comin' with tro
Fools be ready to shoot, collectin' my loot. blazin' up, burnin' my brain, that's the insane. i crept and i came. niggas that fell off, they thought they can hang. gettin' 'em slain, tryin' to f
Ith the chain gang. bang! straight land of the heartless, where the thugs be thinkin' on executions, straight prosecution, lil' lay go buck and start confusion.
Krayzie [layzie]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [i swang with a click tight claim.]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [swang with a click tight claim.]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [come swang with a click tight claim.]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [swang with a click tight claim.]
Bizzy
[pow, now] come and then fall to me hollow points, now. pow! pullin' that body underground, put 'em in the grave, they lay away down. clair playas, stay down. i'm one of the thuggest muthafuckas
Our city in ah me strapped-back ride, ready. be pap-pap in broad daylight. chill with me, roll-roll-roll to the boneyard. hit that hydro. that's where all we bail, that's where all we sell, wher
Etter keep that high on my mind, fried. ride to the darkside. feel the darkness |
9. _ Mo' Murda
Mr. ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [*8]
Krayzie
Dear mr. ouija, let 'em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in the river? nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood. nigga, no love me show with the bone, when i grab tha
Ome, gonna hawk ya down. follow me roll, stroll down east 99. gotta find these roll hoes. nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigga, you was off in my hood. i'm a real thuggish nigga,
H, i would have to kill you, so die. i throw ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter. pain, nigga got too fucked up. bang! takin' no shorts, so fuck you, man. claim my
To slang them bloody bodies. kill 'em all. send them hoes up in flames. krayzie--insane to the brain. hey, we slay niggas who think we play. nigga, me deadly with the gun, machete be dippe
Bone runnin' with the gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off alley for dead. "i'm near. kill 'em all. mo murda, mo murda," that's what ouija said. bet i put one in you
D. bang! we aimin' to serve ya. mo m
Urda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda.
Mr. ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [*8]
Layzie
Will i die of murder, bloody mo murda, livin' in the land of the heartless, comin' up daily? until-a me murder them all, i'm never gonna fall, so i murder them, baby. get 'em up with a me thug
E 'em on the corner, and they slangin' them drugs. givin' up shots out to the glock-glock: 88 through the 10-5, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. niggas be fiendin', me dealin', me silence m
Lve gauge eruption. and i'm on a roll. total destruction, and steady me fussin', and bodies be bustin'. me killa with a buckshot. i'm a peel ya. #1 assassin's still the realer nigga down fo
Crime. niggas be down, tryin' to stay to the grind. niggas is goin' insane, takin' a shot to the brain, and man. so, call it a shame, but what be the thang up off this murder game? and i'm f
' not a bit remorseful. my twelve gauge is just so forceful. so, playa-hate when i'm in your town, and nigga me buckin' 'em down. and i'm givin' up p's to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve ga
Umpstas. drug 'em in gutters
, mo murda me style, now, put 'em on the ground, lay down. nigga, check my thang, the way that we swang, when i'm comin' to serve ya with a nine cocked, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots
Zie be screamin' out, "murda, mo murda."
Mr. ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [*8]
Wish
Gotta kill, get 'em, nowhere to run, can't get away from my shotgun. leavin' them bodies fucked up. pump, pump to the ground, better leave it alone. nigga, wanna die when fuckin' with mo thug
Ga, we killers, bitch! now you wanna catch some bang, bang? nigga wanna die when i let my nuts hang? what is it in me make me feel like i gotsta murder ya? you slip when i'm high, pullin' my
Ger, and nigga you die, soldier. four killas, we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda. better pack that pipe, i'm feelin' like killin', you're dyin' tonight. you don't wanna hear that glo
P, when a glock pop, glock don't stop. we yell about murda mo, finger on a trigger, mo thug let go. we straight from cleveland, clack back, nigga you're bleedin'. you don't wanna fuck with bo
Ullin' that chrome. now, nigga, get gone. if you wanna die,bye. see you in a gutter, let mama cry. watch mo thug killas pump, pump, put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone. mo murda,
Urda, mo murda.
Mr. ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, come come again! [*8]
Bizzy
Eternal, if thugstas die, will i die of murda, now? east 99, follow me, grind, and all descendin' their body underground. we're down to ride and everyone dies, and i'm runnin' with my killas a
L of my thuggish ruggish niggas, no lies. chalkin' up bloody mo victims, get 'em, get 'em, that'll be little ripsta. sinister, killer y'all, put 'em in a river, bodies shiver, fuck that nigga.
'em up. inside, mines be blowin' up. i'm dumpin'. remember me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, layin' 'em all up off in a coffin, ready to fade 'em. to buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge
Tion? creep out your seat, would ya? we come to stay, found out none of my niggas was bluffin'. for the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang, bang. can't resi
Bump you, now pow, run 'em all off. st. clair thugs stay down for the murder mo, oh no, ho, when a thugsta stroll. forty-fours still pointed at the po-pos, stop 'em, drop 'em, numb those 'til
Out cold, they froze. you k
Now, nigga, we can't be bluffin'. we bang insane. when i put one to your temple, mo murda, then blow out your brain!
Mr. ouija
Mo murda, mo murda, (come bloody murda!) come come again! [*12]
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10. _ East 1999
Layzie
East 1999 my niggas!
Think about back in the days when the year was '89. little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the clair 9-9. hittin'
He graveyard shift with real, little will, big wally, and wish bone. little wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. krayzie bone, stack, rod j--much love, kept a nigga on his toes
He game. it's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. them cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the land fool,
The old school. just serve out your sentence and be cool. fuckin' with trues. rest in peace, little nigga ripsta, stressed that bone love. smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga mo thug callin' all my n
When it's time to nut 'em. in the 9-9, haters gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run. cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin' them dum-dums.
Krayzie
Niggas it's goin' down, up in the c-town. get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud). get the fifth of rose, but the liquor store closed and i'm all out the forty. raise u
Gga. burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. nigga, don't stiff on the reefer. mo! runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. peep the street, bust again on d
Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks. cops sweatin' me block. copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop. whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas
Solo, split up, and swerve. krayzie take caution. take all my llello and tossed it. see none when they roll to the curb. runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the land. my niggas, it's crazy. we slang
We buck and we bang on the glock and my nigga, that's daily. who the nigga with the twelve gauge? [pump.] it's mr. sawed-off leathaface, so you better pray. eternally thugsta. east 1999 where (?
Br>
Bizzy
Gotta give p's to them sct's! and i roll, big thug on the glock. pump, blast for the cash, then i'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. got lil' mo! hart steadily flippin' off rose. r
' up flesh with six blows. rest, that thugsta, yes, i pump slugs, and i be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. fuck them po-po. lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn. and i guess that hood'll never l
Gotta dip both them ones in sherm. when i 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me. roll up the window. the wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me? even though
Barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin', no fuckin' with the family. now feel a nigga, understand me. much love, much buck for them st. clair thugs
T 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs.
Flesh
Done-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun. they lettin' me leadin' they head off, and i gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung. breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch
Ck niggas they get picked. i'm hittin' the shit, and i split in the midst of the darkness. consider me heartless. oh, yes flesh be runnin' a ho check. better check your rolex, your time now for
' up respect to them sct's from c-l-e. we're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims. the fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never t
L catch me slippin'. and sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'. we flippin' the scripts on over. see the bone'll be never sober. niggas told you, triggers showe
. east 9-9. five soldiers.
Wish
Murder one, redrum! try to run and get away, but it's just too late. watch out buckshots, when i come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face! dumpin' them slugs on you, fool. rollin' with me
S, drinkin' brews. don't start no shit. we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool. one-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'l
Dwellin'. pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'. puttin' them bodies all off in them graves.
Wish [layzie & krayzie]
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run. [run] [*4]
[east 99] east nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine [*8]
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11. _ Shotz To Tha Double Glock
All
[ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh--killa, killa]
Tony tone
If you're down to glide and slide on the clair, then let's ride. tony tone roll with bone on the darkside, but when you come just bring your guns wit 'cha. if you're a busta niggas goin' have fu
'cha. so, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin' llello. it all remains the same.
Wish
Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. murder one on the clair, nine-glock-glock. mo thug, what's up? nigga, get drunk, put 'em in the mud, pop and i can't stop now. niggas that i thug with ki
Op to the chest. how does it feel? and nigga we peel caps |
12. _ Mr. Bill Collector
Krayzie & wish
Them callin' me mr. bill collector, needin' me money, know he's up tonight.
Layzie & bizzy
See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous.
Krayzie & wish
And if them runnin' off with-a-me cash, that ass gonna have to pay the price.
Layzie & bizzy
Nigga muthafucka po-po, gotta hit 'em with the fo'-fo'
Krayzie
Don't be fuckin' with my money. nigga, no. see when krayzie pull the pump, then i kill 'em all. pump slugs. when blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall, now, dog, who ya gonna call? puttin' niggas i
Coffin where they probably better off, and leathaface is not a punk-bitch, so a nigga just can't fuck me. nigga better have me cash, or i kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast.
Test me. never ever let a nigga ride. when he think he fin to slide, pump him in the spine. get him for the money. nigga tried to play me and dash, and that's why me thugs should put slugs in t
Ss. they telly. and me never want to see no, oh jealous muthafucka tried to keep a nigga's ends low. if he scared to smoke a primo, gotta go whether fiends in the clique
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13. _ Land Of Tha Heartless
Krayzie
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit. buck, buck to the bang. sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga. yeah.
A nigga that always at my city with me, now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic? nigga that thought he could bang. that nigga's stuck. that nigga's blasted. they got my man from the land
Er ran, i step with deadly men. if ya come a little bit closer, i can turn you into sand. now follow me, now roll, stroll down to cleveland. we thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep, and the
Is seepin'. got niggas in alleys, fuck niggas in badges. we say bang! eighty-eight through ten-five
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14. _ Down '71(the Getaway)
Thug [high thug]
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man. fuck that! man put that shit out, man. ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court. [man, fuck that. man, they got my nigga] man, what the fuc
Doing? aw man, that shit ain't even cool. [support his ass.]
Judge
Okay, order in the court.
Court attendant
People vs. bone thugs~n~harmony--case #c601999.
Bailiff
Will the defendant please stand! is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, bizzy bone?
Bizzy
Naw, man!
Spectator
You know the muthafucka did it!
Bailiff
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
Bizzy
We had to get 'em up with two guns, runnin' side by side with #1. bet i won't drop my gauge on when the po-po chase. if they catch me barehanded, i'm done. rip's gripping the six-shot pump, s
Ll it. copper lettin' the lead off. copper thought that he had me caught. little layzie blew his head off. get 'em up, and get up. the bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duck
Ith a gun already buckin'. we split up. bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when i peel, and i hit the fence and rip
Up the trench, and i'm bailin' while they trailin'. better in hell than in a cell, and ain't no tellin' where them copper be dwellin'. one had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but
Actice what i preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--got him! run with smoke comin' from the barrel of me gun. hit the bend. oh, what a dumb-dumb, i got yum-yummed on a dead end. they
N then they lead in. they wa
Nted me up in a coffin. cops from everywhere was yellin' and wailin'. i went unconscious from the stompin'. takin' a loss, and wakin' up in that coffin. and without no stallin', cell i was t
In, to be arraigned at dawn. me lookin' in the eyes of a judge. he knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but i won't budge. sent me to death row
Chin' the time by fly past, but rip'll be sittin' mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin' i die fast. but chill, (no doubt). sleeper. gotta get away, put that on a me reefer. somehow m
Eat 'cha. so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet 'cha.
Layzie
Bailin' on a mission, flippin' the script, better check what the wind just blew in. better think again. it's a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that mac-10. little nigga rip
Ll...) had to empty the clip, (...kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock. back from hell (hell) a
Ady to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, 'cause they wanted my nigga fried. holdin' the bible, when i got a grenade. inside, the squad gettin' ready for the rumble, when i heard them mumbles
Lin' me gauge and laughter. keep buckin' them faster. all i was thinkin' when i seen them bustas scatter. better watch out for them buckshots 'cause them can't fade me gauge. gotta bust some
S in their graves, so i'm buckin' him straight to the pave. can't be safe. i'm buckin'. little ripsta reinforcements comin' in fast and blast. gave my nigga, double z's, the mac-10, lettin'
Gun-gun blast on they ass. g
Otta rip in them chests through vests, mac-10s, sawed-off eruptions. got plenty ammunition, them missin', listen, destruction. i'm bustin'. 'cause i'm makin' that getaway, 'bout to getaway, n
Got to escape, and it's never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just can't test the bone fate. we steadily runnin', duckin', comin' up to the front door |
15. _ 1st Of Tha Month
Bone thugs-n-harmony
[birds singing. snoring. rooster crowing. alarm clock.]
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up. it's the first of the month,
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Krayzie:
Hey, my niggas, we havin' a wonderful day, and i won't front with ya. why? 'cause it's the first of the month. and now i be smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts, and sippin' on forty ounces, thug
Come, come, we got the blunts and rum. from jumpin' all night, we high. hit up the block to where? east 99. i get with my nigga to get me some llello. double up, nigga, what you need? we
Eed to get p.o.d.'ded. fiend for the green leaves. give it up, it's the first for sure. better lay low, 'cause the po-po creep when they roll, so [oh, no] break. if you can't get away, bette
S that llello, keep your bankroll. yeah, we havin' a celebration. love to stay high, and ya better believe when it's time to grind, i'm down for mine, crime after crime. fin to creep to the p
Ause mom's got the grub on the grill. if we got the food, you know it's the first of the month, and my nigga, we chills for real.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Bizzy:
Wake up, and i see that my sister was already dressed. she said, "i'm gonna run and go get my stamps. watch and make sure no one snatches my check." nigga, that's the mailman. sort
Ugh the mail, and put it up in-a me pocket. then i be hittin' the ninety-nine to get me a dub for forty duckets. but ain't no bucket, ride that rita, hop on the ten to the clair, ready to get
P with-a me thugs, and i cash that dub. man, i gotta get there. playa-playa, holla, holla, st.clair got much to offer, whether it be weed on 93 or off on the glock-glock for some dollars, so ge
Ag of dope and a quarter roll, oh. most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke it. hittin' that reefer, hydro. been known to cut, so fuck them po-po. toss all th
Ello, then roll with the chrome to say mo. runnin' through the alley, (and in to my way), hop on the second to sundown. nose run from january on down to december, i'm lovin' the first of the m
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, cash your checks and come on.
Wish:
It's the first of the month. gotta grind, gotta get mine in the hood that i claim, and i slang on the double nine. now to find them dubs, gonna get a forty. can a thug get love? what's up?
O slang on my corner, nigga, you's a goner. st. clair niggas don't like that. and sellin' them dummies, makin' that money, come back, nigga, get pap pap. from the first to the fifteenth nigga
Ke plenty weed, but i gotta save, gotta come up. put my rocks in the cut. when i get high, nigga, blaze that blunt. time to roll to the pad, count out my profits, and add it to the stash. go
Atch my back, see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool, but never no shorts or no losses, dumpin', keepin' these niggas up off me. see, gotta serve the whole block, spend a couple bills, t
Smoke a lot of weed on the first [the first].
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.
Layzie:
Wakin' up feelin' buzzed off early in the morning, stretchin', i'm yawnin', lightweight bent, chug-a-lug-a, take a fifth to the dome, 'cause then i can kick it with my trues. but it is the firs
I'm gettin' me hustle on. hop on the phone, callin' up krayzie bone, "wanna know, did you're o.g. check come?"
[krayzie: "she put me down."]
"i'm a hop on the bus with biz."
[krayzie: "you know, let's get drunk."]
And i'm comin' with blunt after blunt of this skunk--nigga, t, just put me down. oh, god, how i love when the first come around, now, me freakin' me black and milds. head across town, 'cause n
The first get celebrated. rushin' to the block, 'cause i wanna get faded. lookin' all wild, 'cause i'm need me hair braided. we heavy off into this game. true to the first, just call me that
Slang: them nickels and dimes, the twenties, the fifties. the first be the day for the dopeman slangin' that cocaine, fool, and i'm workin' late tonight. and all them fiends be lovin' them th
'cause i got them rocks for them pipes. come, come up with them ends. i gotta get paid on the first, gotta blaze up me spliff. you're live with the bone thugs, poetic hustla'z, and the gravey
Hift on the first.
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, it's the first of the month,
To get up, get up, get up, get up, get up, so cash your checks and come on.
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16. _ Crept And We Came
Bizzy [krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily. [*3]
[bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Bizzy
Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a--all will be sprayed. follow the murderous gauge. follow me murderous ways. steadily pumpin' must my killas peel you. po-po was all i saw. pop-pop, outta the
W. we roll. little ripsta realer off and better often swang, tossed off in a coffin with bangs. slang on the darkside, man. bang on the darkside, man. outta the thuggish ruggish city where all w
L, when i ran back to my lair with the twelve gauge mossberg pumpin' shells. you're bloody murder murdered. comin' to serve you, runnin' with gats and bats and more, and a fifth of rose is how w
L.
Krayzie
Krayzie's on, and i crept and i came up. remember that killa, that nigga named leathaface. now if you a thug, nigga pick up your pump and buck it. put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it! nigga,
Old ya. be fucked up and startin' this rap thang, now. never takin' no shorts or losses, man. no way, no how, poppin' now. i steady be thinkin' now that if i change my daily thang. nigga, don't
With the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. beat 'em and gut 'em. me stick 'em. me stuck 'em. we murdered them every time, now. bodies be drug off in dumpsters, execution doubl
E style. hey! say, "give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin' that llello, bankroll." when the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. when the po-po roll, that's when you lay low.
The po-po roll, that's when you lay low.
Layzie
Nigga shoulda've seen the bone they came and touched down. came up with a plan, and we creepin' up outta me hometown. me hate to be leavin' the glock-glock now, but i'm livin' so low down, bone
Roll out. we livin' like trues, give it up to the bang, always stay down foe my thang. and i still remain the same, never goin' change. out my hood, i claim. nigga done jumped in the game. it's
Ight up confusion, 'cause niggas be shady. nigga still gotta watch his back daily, even more lately, but they can't break little layzie. so a nigga stay focused, i gotta get paid. the buddah, it
Me forever, me blaze. thuggin' in my murderous ways. praisin' the gauge, let the buckshots spray. we shoot to this day. [got 'em, killa.] no shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. [bo
Line, nigga.] and cleveland in your face. and nigga, we rollin' with ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck the fame, we peep game. we crept and we came.
Bizzy [krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Wish
Bone crept and we came in the gang. bang! told ya, get down for them thangs, man. but bone still kickin' with the same trues thuggin' on the glock-glock. ain't shit changed. buck 'em! fuck 'em!
Em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta. nigga, don't be tryin' no dumb shit. bone's still pumpin' them daily slugs at ya. creepin' up outta the hood, roll to the west coast with this rap sh
Igga made good. thinkin' on the nine nine, reachin' for my nine, reachin' for your shit, wish you would. pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in a bodybag. nigga, down for your cash. nigga, that's your l
Nigga, it's like that when my shit claims one through the temple straight to the mind. bailin' down the clair, gettin' much love, needin' mo' bud, gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke. me meanin' th
M-yum dope, and it shit to swang some thangs, puttin' my gauge to your throat.
Bizzy [krayzie]
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to, daily.
[bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.]
Flesh
A nigga stay down foe my thang, bang, sendin' me bullets up into the brains of the bustas. hustlas, so nigga, never trust us. we the muthafuckin' thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga,
Horts or no losses. nigga, the fifth dawg. maintain, swang, gotta kick 'em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. nigga, get tossed by the boss, and i'm off the hook when i put it down with
. wanna fuck with a thug? you're wrong. on the ground they lay, when i spray that chrome. bullets--they fly. niggas--they die. i'm comin' up when i ride, got mine, east 99, off into that crime w
He thugstas find they time to grind. droppin' the dime, packin' the nine, and ready to bang. pullin' the triggers to blow out your brains. bone got a game, man. we crept and we came. (crept and
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