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Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...yeah.
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...nigga.
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...would ya,
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...
[Krayzie]
Now,
I'm ah nigga that keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody
I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'.
Why they all so fast?
May god protect the nigga to pull the trigga on my cuzin.
Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruize in my Mercedes,
and ride by, nigga if you wanna spray?, hey this strictly fo the police man. I'm immune to this shit cuz cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play.
Wanna feel the mossberg pump hit yo' chest, dem sawd-offs aint shit ta be fuckin' with, lucky that my nigga aint peelin' ya nigga whateva like kin say, till ya flip the game, lil lay got tha upperhand 'cause he got the red-beam, dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, let him pass cuz i bet he blast, any innocent nigga shoulda never been there in tha first place, fall, you got yo' curse today, hah!
Wanna die huh nigga? wanna get up and buck ta fuck shit up and do whatcha want? Show a bitch, Krayzie Bone real wit mine, and when I let lose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, cuz i gotta get the money, get the platinum fo' the pay. But ima be a thinkin about my business, and i gotta do sum flippin if a nigga aint got my bank.
[Chorus]
[Layzie]
Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin' yo
Just sum pap lil nigga, that will let 'em hang low
Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though
we lettin niggas kno, ima takin no shorts so
hoping that all yall intentions on jackin'
then nigga ya betta figure again, and quit plottin
Takin' over this everyday, stoppin' to tha tought
Double Glock and it's not forgotten, pistols poppin'
From tha Clair
It's tha Bone Thugs niggas wit' Eazy E and we made it
and ah nigga wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous
Fuck 'em leave 'em in tha streetz, you can't blame us (killa)
never finna catch me without my heat, when I'm thuggin
in tha streetz and I'm rollin
Thuggin about a dozen deep, you can't fuck wit me
fell the pressure of the pistol unloadin, blow you up
Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men
and we'd tested stress, wanna be blessed confess
in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead. [Chorus]
[Bizzy]
And I promised, that all tha soulz would last
til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow
and if you'd follow, tha end of the world
should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know
I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang
enemiez fold ya, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya
flossin' all tha way
Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold
it goez, around up in slow-mo
Been tickin', and I land down to Newport
I'm alone, yes, but I may not rest
Police will see me silenced stressin
Nigga was steppin' up in ah, when I catched them thievin
and I got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson
Blastin', no more, no I'm not havin' it
Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy
Lil' Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy
and I face now's nasty blastin
For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit 'em up, and lesson up tha violence
Screamin' on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let's begin
ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave
Cause I'm in tha new sense of me grave
Couldn't you hataz, wouldn't be saved, hate 'em
Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem
Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy
and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me
Hit tha weed, and y'all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya
Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin
foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit' tha clich
an unpropable way of ah trial 'cause it's tha funk, sing
[Chorus]
[Wish]
(Now give it to 'em)
Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state
wit' tha Bone, B-ONE. We steadily grieve on, givin' you what
you needin, clone Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em
let 'em know Bone aint no hoes(no, no)
you hataz make me feel like, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44
But I gotta stay clean, it's cool, then unless he freein
I'm mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug
cavalry, on tha streetz
Ready ta ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill
when it's time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die
I've been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit' Bone
then come on, come on. If ya really wanna ride, get down
with this thug shit come on, come on
(Krayzie)
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...nigga.
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...would ya,
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...
[Krayzie]
Now,
I'm ah nigga that keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody
I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'.
Why they all so fast?
May god protect the nigga to pull the trigga on my cuzin.
Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruize in my Mercedes,
and ride by, nigga if you wanna spray?, hey this strictly fo the police man. I'm immune to this shit cuz cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play.
Wanna feel the mossberg pump hit yo' chest, dem sawd-offs aint shit ta be fuckin' with, lucky that my nigga aint peelin' ya nigga whateva like kin say, till ya flip the game, lil lay got tha upperhand 'cause he got the red-beam, dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, let him pass cuz i bet he blast, any innocent nigga shoulda never been there in tha first place, fall, you got yo' curse today, hah!
Wanna die huh nigga? wanna get up and buck ta fuck shit up and do whatcha want? Show a bitch, Krayzie Bone real wit mine, and when I let lose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, cuz i gotta get the money, get the platinum fo' the pay. But ima be a thinkin about my business, and i gotta do sum flippin if a nigga aint got my bank.
[Chorus]
[Layzie]
Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin' yo
Just sum pap lil nigga, that will let 'em hang low
Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though
we lettin niggas kno, ima takin no shorts so
hoping that all yall intentions on jackin'
then nigga ya betta figure again, and quit plottin
Takin' over this everyday, stoppin' to tha tought
Double Glock and it's not forgotten, pistols poppin'
From tha Clair
It's tha Bone Thugs niggas wit' Eazy E and we made it
and ah nigga wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous
Fuck 'em leave 'em in tha streetz, you can't blame us (killa)
never finna catch me without my heat, when I'm thuggin
in tha streetz and I'm rollin
Thuggin about a dozen deep, you can't fuck wit me
fell the pressure of the pistol unloadin, blow you up
Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men
and we'd tested stress, wanna be blessed confess
in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead. [Chorus]
[Bizzy]
And I promised, that all tha soulz would last
til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow
and if you'd follow, tha end of the world
should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know
I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang
enemiez fold ya, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya
flossin' all tha way
Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold
it goez, around up in slow-mo
Been tickin', and I land down to Newport
I'm alone, yes, but I may not rest
Police will see me silenced stressin
Nigga was steppin' up in ah, when I catched them thievin
and I got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson
Blastin', no more, no I'm not havin' it
Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy
Lil' Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy
and I face now's nasty blastin
For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit 'em up, and lesson up tha violence
Screamin' on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let's begin
ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave
Cause I'm in tha new sense of me grave
Couldn't you hataz, wouldn't be saved, hate 'em
Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem
Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy
and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me
Hit tha weed, and y'all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya
Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin
foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit' tha clich
an unpropable way of ah trial 'cause it's tha funk, sing
[Chorus]
[Wish]
(Now give it to 'em)
Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state
wit' tha Bone, B-ONE. We steadily grieve on, givin' you what
you needin, clone Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em
let 'em know Bone aint no hoes(no, no)
you hataz make me feel like, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44
But I gotta stay clean, it's cool, then unless he freein
I'm mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug
cavalry, on tha streetz
Ready ta ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill
when it's time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die
I've been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit' Bone
then come on, come on. If ya really wanna ride, get down
with this thug shit come on, come on
(Krayzie)
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo mind...