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 .
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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.
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