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Bone thugs~n~harmony |
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Btnhresurrection |
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Krayzie |
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(panic time, bring your gun) |
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Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ ****** with (fall to death, |
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Death) the ******s with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). |
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Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ you could (fall to death, |
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Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2] |
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I still be the thuggish ruggish, ******. dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, |
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And boots. still don't give a ****** about the law. still run with a pump in my |
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Car and ****** who you are! you ******' with a couple of ******s that's really |
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Insane. i'm talkin' loco, krayzie as hell◇it ain't just a name◇it's the game. |
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We done loosened up a couple strings and shook a couple of screws loose in my |
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Brain. besides that, man ain't nothin' changed. look at me now, i'm still a |
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Thug, ****** i still smoke bud. (you know) you know i still represent st. clair |
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Wig-split, *******t, ****** what? this is bone thug. ******s thinkin' i told ya but |
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We put it down like that. and whoever we got to ****** up to prove that we do it, |
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And keep on movin'. guess who's back up in the house? original cleveland |
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Criminals ******s just send 'em subliminal messages like "murda, mo murda |
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Murda!" never forgot where we come from. watch how you move your tongue. cause |
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I got ******s that's ready to jump off in your ass and smash and crash. protect |
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My ******s for |
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Combat, leather face at 'cha and on your ass like i was a heat-seeker, quickly |
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The reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in cleveland. |
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Layzie |
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I be the smoothest lil' ******, you can meet me (me). but ******, you ****** with |
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Me, then i'ma ****** with you. introduce you to this heat. i sweep the street. |
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When i draw down, let me hear ya say "****** the law!" now. rawest ******s in the |
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Town, ready to thug and go down. "go pound for pound," ****** that's the motto. |
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Let me see you throw them things and if it's real, ******, keep it real. show me |
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Your game. i'm sure gon' claim what the ****** is mine, my ****** i'll take it. |
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Grab a player-hater by the neck, choke him out and try to break it. gimme your |
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Money, drop them keys, it's a jack-move ******! and since you haters ain't got |
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No business that's how we attack your *******t. ****** we'll smack your ****** in the |
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Middle of the grammy. and the media might ban me. ****** this mo thug family is |
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For real. |
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Krayzie |
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Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ ****** with (fall to death, |
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Death) the ******s with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). |
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Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ you could (fall to death, |
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Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*2] |
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Bizzy |
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Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money. 'fore it all gets spent up. |
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And you wanna get rid of a hood ****** with game. and every ****** said i'm a |
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Good ****** ******' with my wood grain. everybody still playin' that hood game |
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Quiet. (quiet, quiet, quiet) especially when it's tired. my environment ain't |
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Nothin' but ******s dyin' in them chemical-fed injections in jasper, texas. |
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Split up these ******s off in different sections. don't hate my message. destiny |
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Led to mimic, chastity for my daughter. wad up a ******'s sherm, and come listen |
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To the sermon. swervin' in my surburban, lick it up with the bottle. but |
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Everybody know i got some problems. had dreams of the apollo. the fiends had |
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Faith in me. suckas wouldn't run. a ****** not insane. ******s still with |
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Me◇bone. somehow they turn up. run up and get your sign. run blindly, elevate |
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Through time, nowhere to hide. |
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Flesh |
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Our dawgs finna haul off lead, sawed-off head. ******, you drippin', soakin' |
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With bloodly body be beggin' me. you know what you should've capped like 2pac |
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With a glock. they're deadly. better not upset my thug mentality, sucka. you |
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Know you done ****** up, don't you ******s? runnin' up blastin' gas craters. |
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What the ****** you thought you saw with your head in the sky? could it be a |
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Bird, or maybe it's even a plane. for the untamed, insane human, only the 5th |
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Dawg. ****** you thought, mutha****** fame, for the fact the *******t is a phat game |
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Goin' remain number one in the land. flesh, strangle the gang. bang-bang, bang! |
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I dropped five guards in the name of the lord, i say. now how many times will i |
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Have to slay today? will i raise my guage? oh god ! how will i teach 'cha, but |
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It's these tactics that he daily practice. they gonna let you. don't have it? |
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Have it! runnin' up you sons of bastards! blast it! we sons of assassins, match |
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It, collecting more cash. that's true, you're feeling that, ******s said all my |
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Babies ge |
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T a million. struggle with a villian, hit ＆em with a venomous blow! i call on |
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My mighty archangel. gonna surround my soul, but go with the calico yo! we the |
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Tightest, you know mo' the mighty. yes, trues humbly united. my family never |
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Divided: desperado, thug line, mo thug, millennium, 7th sign. for the fbi, you |
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Wanna come test my enterprise? ******, you better go think twice, and open up |
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Your mutha******' eyes! these ******s can't ****** with the 5th dawg, finna |
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Parlay! everyday stormin' your way, you better lay low, so you might just duck |
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When i buck guage! can't you see my ******s having a ball all day. since we |
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Havin' a ball all day, mutha******as player hate! |
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Krayzie |
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Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ ****** with (fall to death, |
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Death) the ******s with the guns and you might get shot (get shot). |
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Get 'cha gun, get 'cha gun, did you kill 'em all＃ you could (fall to death, |
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Death) be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got (we got) [*4] |