1.1st Of Tha Month
Bone thugs-n-harmony
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
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
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？'
'i'm a hop on the bus with biz.'
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.
2.Buddah Lovaz
Bizzy
Shiiiit!
Layzie
Nigga, it's the nigga's night out tonight, nigga
Wish
Awwooooooo!
Krayzie
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.
that]hydro.
Me just can't let-a-me high go.
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
It grew in the water＃ [straight to ziwiski to get me a sack, a
I'm takin' a hit of the bud, gotta give love to my thugs.
smokin, not chokin', now what？
Nothin' but the bone in me. [me puttin' me casing up into me
trunk, box of blunts, come get drunk.]it's nothin' but the bone
in me. [me puttin' me casing up into me trunk, sack of skunk,
come g
Unk.]
{it's sneakin' upon me.}
All
Wiiiiiiine!
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
every time.
When a me roll on the nine-nine, you'll find a stream of bullets
and un--load.
All
＃buddah.
Choke up, went up into ya, smoke jump outta me buddah. [hittin'
that hydro, lettin' me school ya.]oh, that buddah in your lungs,
can't let that buddah fool ya.
All
It's nothin' but the bone in me. heeeeeey, hey!
It's nothin' but the bone in me. heeeeeey.
Bizzy
If ya got a bag of tweed, well blaze it with me, fool.
Krayzie
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews, steady be losin' me
balance.
It's a bone thang how a nigga like me smoke and maintain.
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain.
{number one!}
3.Budsmokers Only
Wish
Goddamn cigarettes!
＃nigga that shit sound sweet if everybody＃
Krayzie
Wish
Some niggas be passin' that weed on to the thugsta niggas from
cleveland, gotta smoke 'til it's all gone. now, we wanna bong,
'cause a nigga be creepin'. called all my thugstas, all them
niggas
. called all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed. gotta get
me some, now.
Krayzie
My love is in hydro, gotta choke, let me loc' with a little bit
of smoke in my throat. can't let-a-me high go. goin' broke. mo
thug hit the bud up and then get up upon me. inhale, just lit up
a
, and me roll fat one to get p.o.d.'ded. they label me killa,
drugdealer, that realer nigga, krayzie weeded.
Layzie
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro, need me a hit of the
tweed, made me drop to me knees. and i gotta give love to the
green leaves, steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease.
thuggin'
Ff in the cut, now when i'm checkin' on how this shit's on. in a
raid, smoked out with my nigga, tav. smokin' that tweed 'til we
fall to our grave.
Bizzy
Make up the dummy to make up me money. weed run me, and headed
for broke, smoke on the bong, hit the bong wrong, nigga, me
cough and choke. we, the real o.t.'s loc' strong, bone . i gotta
c-note
Oke on. so choke on, me holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone for
long, and stay long.
Krayzie
Wanna get you fucked up. wanna get you fucked up. (hey, now,
Wish
Mr. inventor-of-the-green-leaves, gotta give p's, 'cause i love
this type shit. and it's never gonna quit. doctor told me better
stop, but man, fuck that bitch! me never goin' stop me smoke,
try
Ell me, gauge in your throat. gotsta run me on, fuckin' with
bone, lovin' this weed song.
Krayzie
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews, steady be losin' me
balance. take a puff to the dome, trippin' off flesh bone,
showin' off me talent. smoke until-a-me die, nigga gotta get
high, if yo
Na come right. come with me, smoke on a blunt and get nice.
nigga, take a weed fiend's advice. (nice!)
Layzie
Feelin' onto main, quarter-roll to the brain. smokin' like blunt
after blunt my niggas is insane. other niggas can't hang. it's a
bone thang, how a nigga like me smoke and maintain and remain #1
E i come with the tweed in my chest. nigga, got his wig to the
curb, split up and serve, but fuck it! gotta have them green
herbs.
Bizzy
If you got bag of tweed, well blaze it with me fool. now don't
be stingy, and please no pinnas. make it swollen! 'cause if i
had me some weed, you know i'd smoke it with you. come-come get
wit-a
Me and my niggas blunts we rollin'.
Krayzie ＆ bone
Krayzie
4.Crept And We Came
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
have to, daily.
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.
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
have to, daily.
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
have to, daily.
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.
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
have to, daily.
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
Krayzie
Bizzy
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we
Krayzie
5.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]
everybody, [long
Gone]
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
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]
6.Da Introduction
Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards (shatasha)： it's the thuggish ruggish bone . . .
Eazy-e： eternal. eternal. eternal . . .
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 .
. .
Buck! buck! buck! buck!
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.
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.
7.Die Die Die
Shhh! shut up, nigga. shut the fuck up, nigga. here they come.
here they come. here they come, nigga. duck down, nigga. duck
come o
Hese assholes are nothin' for a stake out.]make a run for it.
I'm little ripsta. i'm... [leathaface comin' to kill 'em at
night.]＃bye
Willin' and ready to ride.
Krayzie
Pop-pop! droppin' them niggas with the glock, done. nigga, you
best ah run, duckin' the shotgun, leavin' 'em up off my block
stunned. one eighty seven lesson, and we done told you. you
fuckin' w
One, you better believe we livin' like soldiers. we droppin'
that thugsta shit, so nigga just throw your pumps in the air.
then you pump-pump, put one in a copper like you just don't
care. you d
Wanna fuck with, you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga.
better check my manuscript： drugdealer, killa, cap-wigs peeler.
fuck with the ripsta, #1 with the gun, come-come get some.
senseless ki
Fifth dawg and posse, run get gone. fuck with the bone, four
niggas strong, leave 'em alone 'til it be on. krayzie put one to
your dome and nigga be thinkin' i'm wrong, so go on. 'cause
nigga th
Wed-off ain't full of shit. me lovin' to smoke tweed and me
weed, man. they givin' me what me need, man. when i light my
blunt, fold the niggas up in my hood, so when we
smoke-smoke-smoke, get p
Ood, so we goin' blaze good.
So come to the land where all the thugs be real. them st. clair
niggas, they ain't no joke so catch a slug or chill, nigga.
I'm little ripsta. i'm... [leather face comin' to kill 'em at
night.]＃bye
Willin' and ready to ride.
your funky ass on the ground, now!
Reporter
The seemingly routine investigation had become a horrible
nightmare.
Bizzy
Runnin' with gats and bats, so nigga, don't test rest or you get
a peeled cap. pap-pap that pump, better check that gun, 'fore a
nigga done get that skull cracked. little' rip didn't wanna! the
R the nigga the quicker get showed up. let's swerve to the
burbs, set up a hold-up, so many bodies me blowed up. nuts,
bucks, and guts, niggas mistakin' they balls for dogs. all
niggas'll get ma
No thang to pick up a pump and flip on all y'all. and they'll
never hold-up especially when them roll, stop!. bet i bringin'
in them guns, run, a thug get low down. you don't wanna get
nutted,
skully. cuttin' that throat when i'm rippin' up somethin'
lovely. what is it in you, deeper than dead？ and we get fried.
p.o.d.'
N a ganksta ride, creep, but you sleep and then fall in the
night. once inside forgettin' about remorse. your curse will
ride. cry now when you're ready to lie down. when i'm weak in a
mental st
Somebody gonna die, now.
Meanwhile, swerve to the burbs.
Witnesses
Man, he just...all of a sudden, just jumped out of the window. i
didn't know what was goin' on. i'm just walkin' by. just got
a◇bought a bottle of wine. i was walkin' by, and all i seen was
him
Well, i saw his wife begging him, and she said, 'don't jump.'
and he did...wheeeeeew
Did you know the guy？
He sure had a problem. that's all i could tell you.
All i seen was them put the lady in a police car and take her
away, i guess it was his wife.
8.Down '71(The Getaway)
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man. fuck that! man put that shit
out, man. ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in
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◇barracaded. and i
pull
Grenade. tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it.
creepin' through the courtyard, saw krayzie. feelin' safety
comin', hittin' the fence and jumpin' it quick, from krayzie's
tec-9 b
S on me.
Elder thug (bizzy)
Well, it seems as if them boys, bizzy and little layzie, done
got theyselves into another jimmy.
Elder thug (layzie)
Well, i love to see them boys get theyselves outta this one.
Krayzie
Sit as i wait in the smug, rollin' real fast like a dog. it
began with a rage, and the gauge can't let go. they done labeled
my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin' on death row.
scop
Ut the tower, peepin' the scene so when my niggas trail,
screamin' out, 'one-eighty-seven,' and bail. gotta get my nigga,
rip, out the cell. it's all organized, how my nigga, #1 disg
As the preacher won't be pullin' no bible mission for survival.
nigga, so creep the tec-millimeter. somebody done pulled the
alarm. now, it's on. slaughterin', bone sprayed off the tec, got
T him know which way was home. we got gone, but them holice was
pullin' up quick. nigga, what's up？ quick, bust in first. when
you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up. we're steady b
', steady duckin', buckin', while i was jumpin'. all we was
thinkin' is, 'don't get caught.' nigga, like me, get the gun,
run and gunnin', frontin' with thugs. gotta get to the smug
N around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud.
And all across my face was, 'i'd rather lay in blood.' dodgin',
now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin' back home with
my troops. i'm runnin' with four crazy niggas, that's
With they niggas, they ain't scared to shoot. now we're rollin'.
no more than a half a mile we get stopped. cops surround bone.
we load glocks and squeeze, say, 'fuck all these roadblo
Quot; busted a 'u', then put that bitch in reverse, and i hit
the switch, and i push the button. that boy came out the trunk,
and put it in drive. sent this little boy walkin back i
Other direction. po-po came quick, them heat up. niggas glanced
at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet
up. i jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, 'cause i
Aded straight for the woods. my niggas, they followed behind me.
we getaway smooth, a nigga made good. came up quick to the
hideout, waited 'til midnight 'til we ride out. hid a car so we
co
Rive out. while we waited, we all got fried out, fool. if
took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo' to go.
9.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
leathaface, so you better pray. eternally thugsta. east 1999
where (？
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.
10.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.
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
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◇east 99. mine the thugs, i loves 'em.
heartless, yeah! follow me, now, and ride. follow me, come
inside. you can
But won't escape alive. so many tried, but died.
Krayzie
Niggas be runnin' and duckin' the bullets. they try to escape
me, but only get sprayed. gotta get away, when the po-pos chase
me (chase me), so me ready with-a-me gauge. bang-bang! put 'em
in a
N. buck, pump. dumpin' they bodies, come again. dumpin' they
bodies, murder them, who in they posse？ thug, what？ check out
the glock-glock, quick to hit it, we swang. niggas slang that
'caine an
Ain, smoke bud all day and maintain. they come, they gun, they
run from the po-po. jump the fence hit ninety-fifth and now,
nigga, let's roll some shit. let's smoke. out thuggin' for
money, well
, that's tellin' po-po back up off me. nigga, me fucked up now.
little tommy screamin' out, 'six-five!' that's when-a-me jumped
up. i'm out, now. little nigga playin' with them holice,
The clair, get 'em up with bill, will, rod j. nigga need some
weed. that's funny, i ain't got no money. nigga put me down,
swing to the bus stop. swig some brews. really don't drink, but
it's fo
Trues. four crazy niggas with nothin' t
O lose.
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
Wish
Heeeeyyyy, now from the c-town. we be down, thug niggas know
strate came up. nigga, wanna test？ must rest buckshots all in
that chest, he's fucked up. killas for the nigga that's real,
ain't in
That clair, bleed in the dump. pop when they run, gun, bodies
goin' fall. my cleveland niggas, what's up？ get down for that
thang in the game. bang-bang if you have to. beatin' niggas down
in an
N. now don't let me catch you. mentality straight from the
c-town where everyday niggas get beat down. better think before
you run up. i gun up. but i think he peeps game now. to the
niggas, the
Just nobody fuckin' with bone. swang with a click tight claim.
it's on. eternally flow style, nigga that's bone.
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
11.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◇my clique. st. clair ain't
shit to fuck with. pumpin', krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the
blood
Y. me never knew one that could flow with the tongue. we comin'
to shoot up your posse. my niggas, they comin' up out the woods,
to get the goods. krayzie be thug, and want to die, that's from
c
Up in my hood. we killas. get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me
gun, bust one, they done. cleveland is where we from. hearts,
thugs have none.
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no
place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my clique is. even the bitches carry
Bizzy
Soon as i hit the scene, scene, scene, feelin' for a pistol, but
i didn't have no gun. come with original thugsta shit. i be
flippin' it with-a-me tongue. nigga, cleveland is the city where
we c
Rom, and i show them hoes up outta the clair that thugs don't
run from none. follow rip one, now, on and on, them definitely
got me back. and i'm throwin' up st. clair thugsta nigga, with
or wit
My gat. forever be ready to pull out me murderin' tools east 99
style, fool! me put it in mind on murderin' you, followin'
whenever me murder is true. niggas that claim to bang bang, when
it com
Slang thangs, they don't. they know they cannot buck me, one of
'em sure to slug me, but they hope the thug i be, bizzy. better
let 'em him be or they'll see nigga, hangin', swangin'. never to
泱he biz is me.
Krayzie
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really no
place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my clique is. even the bitches carry
Layzie
Livin' in the land of the heartless with a sawed-off pump,
shootin' craps. hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack.
runnin' up on the bone, you need to be pap pap. soldier thugs be
pumpin
M slugs, defendin' they drugs. when they roll up, niggas be
creepin' up slow, heavy packed with they gats, and try to pull a
hold up. but nigga, now hold on. wanna test the bone？ the gauge
is sh
Any mind is blown, lookin' down the barrel of this mossberg
chrome to the dome. bone, clack back me gauge in a rage, copper
take these here rocks. double glock, my pistols be pumpin' and
buckin'
Shots whenever the trouble knocks. steadily hittin', me clean
up, get lit up forever your soul'll burn. and i blow your shit
up, get 'em on the get up. these niggas must learn. yearnin' to
earn
E. ready to die, so niggas can't take these. want to clock g's,
want to move keys, not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please.
east nine nine, crime finds mine, strayin' on this road to hell,
Rison walls, testin' balls, f
Or the cause, gotta get that sale, and bailin', kickin' up mud,
rollin' 9-deep my thugs. rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't
start shit, 'cause we kill in the land of the heartless. die!
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off, there's really
Niggas get vicious with my clique is. even [even the bitches
12.Me Killa
'lous nigga. come and get me say me killa, me killa, me killa.
gra
Ger, scandalous nigga, 'lous nigga, 'lous nigga. caught 'cha
slippin' so i had to put a slug up in your chest. should have
worn that vest. talkin' shit'll only get your ass put to rest.
so nigga
Come flex. hey! get the llello. don't fuck with the bone. when
i'm hangin' and bangin' and slangin, swangin' blows to the dome.
nigga watch that chrome. bodybag that ass on home. killa, me
kill
13.Mo' Murda
Mr. ouija
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
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
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
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
14.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◇that's a
no-no. gotta m
Hat money, man. gimme all my change. it's a murder thang, now.
even in the dummy game, niggas comin' up slain for collectin'
they claim. now, leathaface, me pick up me gauge, grab the mask,
and,
A, me blast, so ya better re
Spect us, when you see the bill collector rippin', killin'
niggas for that mad money thang.
Layzie
Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with trues, nothin' to
lose, everything to prove. little thug from the c-town, never
caught sleepin', always on the come up creepin', runnin' this
shit, n
Uttin' that bone down. gotta let a nigga know for the love of
cheese, movin' thangs in the '95. rollin' with ruthless,
thuggin' with my niggas from the clair, and we smokin' them
green leaves. f
Ith me, now. oh, nigga, don't test rest, strate, leathaface in
the place on a mission. don't be messin' with my bankroll.
niggas wanna gank on bone, so i stack them prank hoes. and i'm
bettin' o
Takin' no more losses, put 'em in a coffin, and they life is
better off, and these niggas--they don't know me--they can't
know me. thought you had a homie, but ya fuckin' with the
muthafuckin' b
See. nigga, gotta get me mine on the nine-nine. in the '95,
bodies droppin'. when you hear my pistol select ya dome, respect
that true house or underground shit, mr. bill collector--bone.
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'
Wish
Nigga, take it off. thank you. please don't make me stack ya.
time to pay the bill, write your check up all night, catch a
slug or chill. bill collectors, better respect them mo thugs.
sellin' d
Pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum, check 'em. click-click,
fall to the ground. when the glock pop, make your chest pump
blood. and takin' too long, better drop it on down, or ya
catchin' two
E head. shoulda gave 'em up, bitch, to the mo thug lunatic quick
to pop, now, you're dead (yeah). gotta pull that nine on the
niggas everytime, sellin' rocks on the nine-nine. gotta put him
on t
Ve. if ya want to die, put 'em in the grave, better give me all
them dimes. (mine!)
I didn't want to take his life, but the nigga tried to run and
Bizzy
Sawed-off pumpin', dumpin' steadily. all the way to the other
side we ride. sherm, when i hit that chrome and now, niggas is
'bout to die. thugsta theivin' off in cleveland, and i couldn't
sell
Y city. murder now to come up, move, bone'll be bringin' that
city, with me, pin me. nigga, this the team, by the way, don't
fuck with brains. put in my mind off onto my murder. murder
y'all all
I flees the scene clean. and i'm out to fade 'em. hey, and i'm
out for money, gauged 'em. better pray to save 'em, but it won't
any good, now. bang, bang. caution to loss in me brain, get 'em
u
The 'caine. bang! kill a nigga. bang! peel a trigger. bang!
comin' up out to wet 'em, man. off with the blood, put 'em in
the mud with a slug, thug gotta get paid. reachin' on back as we
bail t
K up me shells. i slip in the buck, and the gauge spray.
sawed-off on the block, cocked, ready to pop ya, now. 'cause
broke gets played, this dope get paid, and nigga, come drop it
down.
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'
Frankie faison (from 'coming to america')
Your rent's due, muthafucka!
15.Mr. Ouija 2
Krayzie
Ouija are you with me？ [mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me
Krayzie ＆ layzie
Dear mr. ouija, could you please tell me my future？ will i die
mo＃bloody murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃[tell me will i die of murda
mo？]＃bloody murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃bloody
murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃[ouija are you with
me？]＃bloody murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃bloody m
mo＃bloody murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃[i'm near, i'm near, are you
with me？]..bloody murda mo＃bloody murda mo＃bloody murda m
'm near, i'm near!]
16.No Shorts, No Losses
Layzie
I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and i
swerve, drunk as i sit on the curb. get up to purchase some
herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve.
heard about
And hustlas, but i never knew none like us before. we're
druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. suck these thuggish ruggish nuts!
peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. puttin' in work,
and i
Em where it hurts. puttin' it down. bone first. and i'll hit 'em
with a ouija curse, from worse to worst. duck if you wantin' to
test bone. the conse-sequences are fatal. ready be strapped,
pap,
-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause i be livin me label：
ruthless. and i steady be down, just foe tha love of money,
yeah. for the love of the wasteland clair. for the love that
brought me here.
In' p's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. pop,
pop your pistol now. if a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on
the ground, make him lay down, stay down. harmony smooth with th
G shit. mo murda to the fools
That clone. five niggas loc'd out with the roughness. and it's
war tryin' to craft these bones. bring on your stretchers,
you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to
cross thi
Me and get that ass tossed by the boss, bitch! ain't takin' no
shorts or no losses.
Krayzie
Niggas come fuck with me now! krayzie that nigga that pump,
pump! nigga that's my daily thang. down with the bang, bang,
swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. insane to the
brain, m
Ga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. bitch if
you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga
we're comin' to cut 'cha. everyday be the same old： st. clair to
flip o
Same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs. but nigga back
up it's a bone thing, what？ never takin' no shorts or no losses,
creepin' up outta me clique see. mo murda! mo murda! and ouija
Be with me. creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of
money. stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you
if we have to. remember me no surrender. kill 'em me dig real
deep in
Fin. me no pretender. leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses.
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. [takin' no shorts
no losses man!]
Wish
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in
them coffins. let 'em know when niggas run up, i gun 'em. gotta
let 'em know who the boss is, see. pop, pop, let 'em drop, mo
thug!
Niggas is nothing but killas. we creepin', we needin' more
money. we seen and we caught and hung him, uh! i'm lovin' my
thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas. the nigga
you know th
Heard you serve and murder all bustas now. hardtimes, gotta get
mine, even if it means pap, that's your life. and a nigga gotta
die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. cockin' my
pump,
Ugs all up in ya, now what？ shoot a bitch just like a nigga,
ain't no fear, for trigger you'll fall. it's wish bone, no
shorts, gotta get mine, yeah it's my time. me and my thugs,
smokin', choki
Et a nigga p.o.d. off that wine.
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. [takin' no shorts
no losses man!]
Flesh
Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. come creep
in a barrel, bitch, if you test my hood. it'll be your loss.
even if you bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no good.
can
Ck with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out.
strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the clair, we strip 'em
and beat they brains out. i gotta give p's to all of my trues
steadily pa
Them dues. we niggas with nothin' to lose, trippin' and sippin'
on brew and actin' a fool. mo thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud,
fiend for the green leaves. nigga, quick pull out them trees. i
pul
My cheese. now, gimme, now, what me need. remember me killa, cap
peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if
you run up, i'm bound to rip ya. me puttin' in work, pullin' me
bu
, it hurt, better run to chalk it. diggin' ya deep in the dirt,
squirt blood, see the bone'll take no shorts or losses.
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. [takin' no shorts
no losses man!]
Bizzy
Boneyard! pump nigga that's startin' some shit up, what？ little
ripsta, get 'cha. cleveland thugs, all of my muthafuckas show
they nuts and guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. ready
to
You up. must bust them, and steady be dumpin', thuggin' on the
clair, oh yeah, let's smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas.
when a me forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll. now they
be gun
Outta the window, we peep out the few comin' outta the back
door. hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your tec, and they
fly, why？ i die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the
nine-nine, rid
Killa, gravedigger nigga, comin' up out my trench. rest in
peace, and runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire
fence. hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin'. gotta
watch whe
Po-po raisin' up upon me. turn around and faced 'em. pump, pump
and fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now).
17.Shotz To Tha Double Glock
All
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◇pap!
fin' to get your wig cracked back. killin', i'm buckin' 'em
down. i wish you would try to get some redrum, bitch! nigga,
don't tes
Hood.
Tombstone
A first degree murderin' wig splitter, gravedigger diggin' a
ditch. puttin' a bitch and them snitches in the pit. so don't
fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine. the foundation of
niggas commi
The crime and murderin' every time. niggas beware, 'cause here
come the clair mobbin' like some soldiers. watch me fold you for
actin' like somebody never told you. so off we go to the bloody
r
Time to bless some souls with that nine shot, givin' props to
the glock-glock.
Flesh
Pump-dump, when i let my shells down. hit a lick, now gimme the
goodies, and nigga me dash. i reach for the gauge and mash, yell
out 'one-eighty-seven' and blast. nigga, don't test nut
Ur luck's fucked. your feelin' the wrath of the boneyard.
thuggin' off with the graveyard shift then comin' up for your ho
card, bitch. scandalous niggas dwell in the clair, be servin'
them chop
S. we rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop-pop. me give up
shots out to the glock-glock.
Krayzie
You better believe that we runnin' this thug style. krayzie,
layzie, bizzy, flesh, wish, them wicked now. we straight off the
glock-glock. run up, get your wig split now. east 99 follow me
down
Street, buck, we thug on the darkside. better have your pop,
niggas be trippin' and flippin' as soon they get high.
one-eighty-seven, you're caught in a murder. niggas up to no
good. po-po. fuc
They never could fuck with a thug-ho.
Mo! hart
Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas, rippin' bucks on
bloody clothes. thugs gaugin' pump eruptions, nigga trippin'
shot and fuck 'em down, buckin' them coppers down, round after
round a
Round. bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the ground. ain't no
sound, just the demon screamin', 'rest in peace. i guess you got
to suffer.' ready to dip, hollow point tip, got your wig
, and made your body rupture. hunt my victims on a mission,
flippin', livin' on a darker side, creepin' on your homicide.
let my nuts and my gauge hang low. now, walk on by.
All
Boogy nikke on the mic, right.
Boogy nikke
Thuggin' through my thuggish-ass hood at night with my pipe.
thuggin' down the double-glock, tryin' to get my serve on.
watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on. but one to the
sucka's hea
Two up in his body. now peep my creep. i keep the reefer smoke
all up inside me.
Layzie
We jumpin' up off of the hood. we bailin'. we thugs and we
lookin' like crooks. the terror be fatal. ready to roll, now we
willing and able. rollin' with ruthless◇bitch! better check my
label.
Red them (them), never come again where the scandalous niggas
settle. bloody nigga, trues be on my level. eighty through the
ten-five is the soldiers' ghetto. nigga, don't take the wrong
turn--y
Ll enter the hood, and we're splitters so cover your dome. out
the cut, where the thugs and hustlas roam. cleveland browns, the
dawg pound home, it's on.
Sin
Never get in the mix of a clair player--you're liable to get
your wig split and dumped in a ditch, bitch! 'cause them thugs
sendin' them slugs, leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of
blood, s
At？ don't make me go in my trench. nigga, you got me bent, all
fucked up. your luck's up. now y'all done get sent to your
gravesite as john doe for fuckin' with those...
Gates
It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a slug up in you.
the dummy thought we'd never divide, go nationwide with the
buck-buck. so where you at？ where you at？ i'm strapped and ready
to sna
Yank a nigga's neck back. split a kool-aid hat. into the
graveyard, but prepare to get drugged up on the clair to tear a
round 'fore somebody gets struck. you still won't want some
bitch, and w
He muthafuck i want？ i want to wham you with a tec-9. now bitch,
press your luck!
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