Facts Don’t Lie
Facts Don' t Lie Lyrics
| Song | Facts Don’t Lie |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | Uni-5: The World's Enemy |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作曲 : Henderson Howse+Howse+Middl | |
| 作词 : Henderson Howse+Howse+Middl | |
| 'Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around(Facts don't lie) | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That's something we can't allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down(Facts don't lie)' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around(Facts don't lie) | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That's something we can't allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down(Facts don't lie) | |
| Hey, run up on me nigga | |
| You better be ready with your heat | |
| If you wanna know if | |
| I'm really a | |
| GThen get out your car and come see | |
| And I'm like a battering ram | |
| Knockin' them bustas flat on their back | |
| I'll show 'em how bad | |
| I amThe baddest when it comes to this rap | |
| My nigga now | |
| Flesh is home | |
| Bizzy Bone, he's still insane | |
| And I'm still hangin' with with | |
| LayThis nigga | |
| Wish Bone, he ain't changed | |
| D.J. U, Neek supplied the beat | |
| That nigga's still creepin' up on a come up(Yeah) | |
| They sayin' the thugstas fell off, they washed up, they done | |
| What? We claimed and we say the game is done | |
| A hot rapper that ain't used | |
| Bone's flow? | |
| Name me one, | |
| I'll waitNigga it is what it is, we made it do what it do | |
| Just remember this here, uh, huh | |
| This for my aces and my spades, all of my | |
| N.W.A'sAll of my above the law niggas knowin' the tricks of the trade | |
| Hey, it's like a pay day nigga | |
| Flesh gon' call it a lay day, nigga | |
| I'ma call it a | |
| Kray day nigga, you | |
| BizzyWishin', this mayday, nigga | |
| I got an A | |
| K, nigga, like my name was | |
| JeremyMy heart like | |
| Stew's nigga so these niggas is scared of me | |
| They don't compare to me | |
| Never gonna get ahead of me | |
| Money the mission, it better be | |
| Livin' my life heavenly | |
| These streets is watchin' me, studyin' | |
| B-O-N-EThe hustle is really in me, so money we makin' plenty' | |
| Bout the skills and the bills, still collectin' for the thrill | |
| So ill with the real, | |
| I just tell the bear to chill' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around(Facts don't lie) | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That's something we can't allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down(Facts don't lie)' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around(Facts don't lie) | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That's something we can't allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down(Facts don't lie) | |
| My niggas we at you on a do or die mission | |
| It's about to get ugly for you, we threw the bait | |
| And they took it now since they hooked | |
| Flesh will cut 'em up something lovely | |
| And serve em one hell of a platter, worse than a natural disaster | |
| They should've expected this chapter | |
| But there's no way to prepare plus they game ain't ready for it | |
| Themoriginal thugs, got something that'll shut all you bitch niggas up | |
| Trust, that facts don't lie, stack's about to take flight | |
| No tellin' how long that ass'll gone nap | |
| When I cut off your fuckin' light switch | |
| Shakin' you niggas up with each medley | |
| So heavy it's deadly still the rawest of reaper melody | |
| Fresh off the main line from the pen | |
| And the county right back to the block | |
| No matter where we at we holdin' it down ' | |
| G'Some of you niggas got soldiers | |
| How many of you got it that need to have a hole in 'em | |
| Wanna lay back, wanna stretch that | |
| And pop a cold one, huh | |
| Like fuck, ain't too many that can walk in my shoes | |
| I never think of losin', | |
| I do my part with a lot heart | |
| So I suggest you stay up out of my ozone | |
| And listen so it's clearly in the block with that top gone | |
| Don't pretend | |
| I'll bust first 'cause that's | |
| If they do fear and now you wanna argue | |
| Getting back would be my new career retire on that ass | |
| You sick with that flow but | |
| I'm so quick with that grab and blast | |
| You sensitive niggas get shattered like broken glass | |
| So we can do my thugstas like, whoa | |
| Silence is all you hear and ain't nobody talking | |
| You just gone, play with me, nigga' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around(Facts don't lie) | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That's something we can't allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down(Facts don't lie)' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around(Facts don't lie) | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That's something we can't allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down(Facts don't lie, don't lie) | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time |
| zuo qu : Henderson Howse Howse Middl | |
| zuo ci : Henderson Howse Howse Middl | |
| ' Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie | |
| Hey, run up on me nigga | |
| You better be ready with your heat | |
| If you wanna know if | |
| I' m really a | |
| GThen get out your car and come see | |
| And I' m like a battering ram | |
| Knockin' them bustas flat on their back | |
| I' ll show ' em how bad | |
| I amThe baddest when it comes to this rap | |
| My nigga now | |
| Flesh is home | |
| Bizzy Bone, he' s still insane | |
| And I' m still hangin' with with | |
| LayThis nigga | |
| Wish Bone, he ain' t changed | |
| D. J. U, Neek supplied the beat | |
| That nigga' s still creepin' up on a come up Yeah | |
| They sayin' the thugstas fell off, they washed up, they done | |
| What? We claimed and we say the game is done | |
| A hot rapper that ain' t used | |
| Bone' s flow? | |
| Name me one, | |
| I' ll waitNigga it is what it is, we made it do what it do | |
| Just remember this here, uh, huh | |
| This for my aces and my spades, all of my | |
| N. W. A' sAll of my above the law niggas knowin' the tricks of the trade | |
| Hey, it' s like a pay day nigga | |
| Flesh gon' call it a lay day, nigga | |
| I' ma call it a | |
| Kray day nigga, you | |
| BizzyWishin', this mayday, nigga | |
| I got an A | |
| K, nigga, like my name was | |
| JeremyMy heart like | |
| Stew' s nigga so these niggas is scared of me | |
| They don' t compare to me | |
| Never gonna get ahead of me | |
| Money the mission, it better be | |
| Livin' my life heavenly | |
| These streets is watchin' me, studyin' | |
| BONEThe hustle is really in me, so money we makin' plenty' | |
| Bout the skills and the bills, still collectin' for the thrill | |
| So ill with the real, | |
| I just tell the bear to chill' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie | |
| My niggas we at you on a do or die mission | |
| It' s about to get ugly for you, we threw the bait | |
| And they took it now since they hooked | |
| Flesh will cut ' em up something lovely | |
| And serve em one hell of a platter, worse than a natural disaster | |
| They should' ve expected this chapter | |
| But there' s no way to prepare plus they game ain' t ready for it | |
| Themoriginal thugs, got something that' ll shut all you bitch niggas up | |
| Trust, that facts don' t lie, stack' s about to take flight | |
| No tellin' how long that ass' ll gone nap | |
| When I cut off your fuckin' light switch | |
| Shakin' you niggas up with each medley | |
| So heavy it' s deadly still the rawest of reaper melody | |
| Fresh off the main line from the pen | |
| And the county right back to the block | |
| No matter where we at we holdin' it down ' | |
| G' Some of you niggas got soldiers | |
| How many of you got it that need to have a hole in ' em | |
| Wanna lay back, wanna stretch that | |
| And pop a cold one, huh | |
| Like fuck, ain' t too many that can walk in my shoes | |
| I never think of losin', | |
| I do my part with a lot heart | |
| So I suggest you stay up out of my ozone | |
| And listen so it' s clearly in the block with that top gone | |
| Don' t pretend | |
| I' ll bust first ' cause that' s | |
| If they do fear and now you wanna argue | |
| Getting back would be my new career retire on that ass | |
| You sick with that flow but | |
| I' m so quick with that grab and blast | |
| You sensitive niggas get shattered like broken glass | |
| So we can do my thugstas like, whoa | |
| Silence is all you hear and ain' t nobody talking | |
| You just gone, play with me, nigga' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie, don' t lie | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time |
| zuò qǔ : Henderson Howse Howse Middl | |
| zuò cí : Henderson Howse Howse Middl | |
| ' Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie | |
| Hey, run up on me nigga | |
| You better be ready with your heat | |
| If you wanna know if | |
| I' m really a | |
| GThen get out your car and come see | |
| And I' m like a battering ram | |
| Knockin' them bustas flat on their back | |
| I' ll show ' em how bad | |
| I amThe baddest when it comes to this rap | |
| My nigga now | |
| Flesh is home | |
| Bizzy Bone, he' s still insane | |
| And I' m still hangin' with with | |
| LayThis nigga | |
| Wish Bone, he ain' t changed | |
| D. J. U, Neek supplied the beat | |
| That nigga' s still creepin' up on a come up Yeah | |
| They sayin' the thugstas fell off, they washed up, they done | |
| What? We claimed and we say the game is done | |
| A hot rapper that ain' t used | |
| Bone' s flow? | |
| Name me one, | |
| I' ll waitNigga it is what it is, we made it do what it do | |
| Just remember this here, uh, huh | |
| This for my aces and my spades, all of my | |
| N. W. A' sAll of my above the law niggas knowin' the tricks of the trade | |
| Hey, it' s like a pay day nigga | |
| Flesh gon' call it a lay day, nigga | |
| I' ma call it a | |
| Kray day nigga, you | |
| BizzyWishin', this mayday, nigga | |
| I got an A | |
| K, nigga, like my name was | |
| JeremyMy heart like | |
| Stew' s nigga so these niggas is scared of me | |
| They don' t compare to me | |
| Never gonna get ahead of me | |
| Money the mission, it better be | |
| Livin' my life heavenly | |
| These streets is watchin' me, studyin' | |
| BONEThe hustle is really in me, so money we makin' plenty' | |
| Bout the skills and the bills, still collectin' for the thrill | |
| So ill with the real, | |
| I just tell the bear to chill' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie | |
| My niggas we at you on a do or die mission | |
| It' s about to get ugly for you, we threw the bait | |
| And they took it now since they hooked | |
| Flesh will cut ' em up something lovely | |
| And serve em one hell of a platter, worse than a natural disaster | |
| They should' ve expected this chapter | |
| But there' s no way to prepare plus they game ain' t ready for it | |
| Themoriginal thugs, got something that' ll shut all you bitch niggas up | |
| Trust, that facts don' t lie, stack' s about to take flight | |
| No tellin' how long that ass' ll gone nap | |
| When I cut off your fuckin' light switch | |
| Shakin' you niggas up with each medley | |
| So heavy it' s deadly still the rawest of reaper melody | |
| Fresh off the main line from the pen | |
| And the county right back to the block | |
| No matter where we at we holdin' it down ' | |
| G' Some of you niggas got soldiers | |
| How many of you got it that need to have a hole in ' em | |
| Wanna lay back, wanna stretch that | |
| And pop a cold one, huh | |
| Like fuck, ain' t too many that can walk in my shoes | |
| I never think of losin', | |
| I do my part with a lot heart | |
| So I suggest you stay up out of my ozone | |
| And listen so it' s clearly in the block with that top gone | |
| Don' t pretend | |
| I' ll bust first ' cause that' s | |
| If they do fear and now you wanna argue | |
| Getting back would be my new career retire on that ass | |
| You sick with that flow but | |
| I' m so quick with that grab and blast | |
| You sensitive niggas get shattered like broken glass | |
| So we can do my thugstas like, whoa | |
| Silence is all you hear and ain' t nobody talking | |
| You just gone, play with me, nigga' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie' | |
| Creepin' on a come up' | |
| From sun up to sundown | |
| Movin', we get up and get around Facts don' t lie | |
| Where snoozin' is for losers | |
| That' s something we can' t allow | |
| No matter what, we holdin' it down Facts don' t lie, don' t lie | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time | |
| These are the signs of time, time, time |
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