CuttenHeadz
03-23-2004, 09:20 AM
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post em up plz,ill give u a dime of laced backyard lolz
Mouse
03-23-2004, 01:14 PM
-Intro- Flesh... Killa...
St. Claire.... Flesh... Killa... The silence isn't over... Flesh... No place to run... Stalkin' gat
fools, walkin' jack moves... St. Claire... Flesh... {clock ticking and then tv reports}
-Flesh N Bone- Aw shit! Repressin' the scripts on ya'll punk motherfuckers/ What the
fuck you thought trick-ass hooker? Flesh, the last tru souljah standin' makin' these silly-ass
niggas weak. Slappin 'em up with game, with basic instruction before leavin' home!
-Chorus- The end of the world has come, it's 1999 and time for retaliation/ The end of
the world has come, it's 1999 and time for retaliation/ The end of the world has come, it's
1999 and time for retaliation/ The end of the world has come, it's 1999 and time for retaliation
-Flesh n Bone- Nigga back up, my weapons flexed/ I'm not gonna get caught
unprotected when I roll/ Oh, no, here I go/ I'm keepin' my mind fresh, and the glock smoked
with more flex and might judge your life and soul, fine, alright/ Gotta stay on the grind, it's
almost 1999/ I gotta get mine before it's over, yeah/ Party hauled over time/ Nigga, my dogs
down for whatever, ya heard me? No matter the cause, fuck the law/ Retaliate on all y'all/
The government wanted to brand my hand, but I count the number slowly/ Nigga, me wonder
why they want us so fried and out of line, but I'm not ready/ Survival of the fittest/ You gonna
ride or die? Choose your destiny, grab the heat, let's gather up in the streets for battle/ We
gotta fight for peace/ Let us prepare for the war/ Don't sleep cause Armageddon's on the
way/ We gettin' ready for combat/ Soldiers, suit up/ We comin' through stormin' we gonna
blast on anythin' breathin' shoot 'em/ Leavin' 'em all bleedin' from that bullethole wound
assume that they are doomed, stretched out in a tomb/ I tell it the way I see it, that's how it is,
just how I feel when I just flip off the top of mind, he will/ Spittin' bullets up in the sky so you
better run, duck, hide/ You better stand up and act like a man/ And it's your chance to do
what you can so put it down
-Chorus-
-Flesh N Bone- Here we go once again,
it's on/ Got to stack my dollars up to the ceiling/ Can you feel it, holmes? I've always been
known to get on my hustle and grind/ And I'm gon' thug and get gon' stroll on 'til I get
mine/ But, never-the-less I got my pay/ If you wanna play me I'm gon' buck (Buck ...) you
with my gauge/ Go ahead, make my day/ Either which way it go, you won't be saved so say
a prayer/ Give me a fifth of liquor so I can swig it with my niggas and get rowdy/ My niggas, we
'bout it/ Smoke up an ounce of weed, I guarenteed I got what you need on cash delivery,
you gon' recieve, dog/ Exactly now, what was your order? Put it down/ And I'll make sure
that you'll be pleased as long as you got my green/ By any means neccessary, you gotta be
very wise/ And by any means neccessary, you scary, you gon' fry/ I'm wicked as I can be,
remain a boss in your city/ And if any y'all haters want me, come and get me/ Slug hit right on
your dome, wig splitter G, fuckin' with these Mo! Thug kill or be killed G's/ If you wanna test
us, we gonna rest your soul eternally/ Get ready to feel the wrath of God/ And if you get
caught in the wrong you're gonna get tossed in a lake of fire and brimstone
-Chorus-
(Better bleed the blood Flesh, Jesus, got you slippin' you snooze you lose...)
-Flesh N
Bone- Said "I am from the hand of god"/Got it? Cops swarm and surround the house/Nigga
what I tell ya, I'm one of the last tru souljahs standin/ Put it up on Mo' Thugs/ and better
repent your sing and again I say that "Everyone Burn In Hell", smoke mo' pot/ Better repent
before you get thrown into that fire/You ready? Flesh you better say a little grace/ Better put
your heat on the table (?) /Better run back incarcerated/You ready? Flesh'll and Mo Thug
niggas'll get ya, tellin em' "We gonna snare ya" /Armageddon bringith terror, it's terror!
-Chorus- (Better bleed the blood Flesh, Jesus, got you slippin' you snooze you lose...)
-Outro from movie- The course it chosen, we have returned (What do you mean "the
course?") Toward death (I don't think we're gonna blow ourselves up) I didn't mean that...
The prophecy. Life after death.
CuttenHeadz
03-30-2004, 06:32 AM
damn thas some real
shyt !!!!!
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