lil'ripsta_eternal_
06-05-2004, 12:48 PM
2
Glocks
Bizzy Bone
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your
gun
(chorus)
Krayzie Bone
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
...
to death, death, death
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get
shot
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
... to death, death death
You
could be the first to feel the heat
to see how much we got, we got
Krayzie
Bone
I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and
boots
Still don't give a fuck about the law, still run with the pump in my car, and fuck who
you are
You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco,
crazy as hell, it ain't just a name, it's the game
And we done loosened up a couple
strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
Besides that man ain't nothing
changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still
represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs, niggas thinking I told you,
but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it and
keep on moving,
Guess who's back up in the house, original Cleveland criminals
Ouija
sending subliminal messages like murda, mo murda murda
Never forgot where we come
from, watch how you move your tongue
Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your
ass and smash and crash
Protect my niggas for combat, Leathaface at ya and on your ass
Like I was a heat seeker creepin the reaper
Peep you, sweep you off your feet in
Cleveland
Layzie Bone
I be the coolest little nigga you can meet me
But nigga
you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the
street
When I draw down, let me hear you say fuck the law down
Rawest niggas in the
town, ready to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto, let me see
you throw them thangs
And if it's real, nigga keep it real show me your game
I'm sure
gonna claim, what the fuck is mine my nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck,
choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys, it's a jack move
bitch
And since you haters ain't got no business that's how we attack your shit
Nigga
we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy, and the media might ban me
Nigga
this Mo' Thug Family is for real
(Chorus)
Bizzy Bone
Pull it up, sit
up, get up and count up your money before it all gets spent up
And you wanna get rid of a
hood bitch, good game
And every bitch said I'm a good bitch fucking with my wood
grain
Everybody still playing that hood thang quiet
Especially when it swallowed my
environment, ain't nothing but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper,
Texas
Split up these niggas off in different sections, don't hate my message
Destiny led
to mimic, chastity for my daughter
Wad up a niggas sherm and come listen to the
sermon
Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got
some problems, had dreams of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't front
a nigga nothing
Same nigga still hated from sundown to sun up
Run up and get your
grind on, blindly elevate through time now
aye-o, aye-o, aye-o
Flesh~n~Bone
Ah
dawg finna haul off lead, sawed-off head
Nigga you dripping, soaking bloody red body
Be begging me no bombs, should've capped like 2pac with a glock
Me deadly, better
not upset my thug mentality
Sucka you know you done fucked up don't you
Niggas
running up blasting gas triggers
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the
sky
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane
For the non tame insane human only
the Fifth Dawg, fuck you thought
Muthafuck the fame for the fact the shit is a phat
game
Gonna remain number one in the Land
Flesh struggled to get, bang bang
bang
I dropped five dawgs in the name of the Lord
I say now how many dragons will I
have to slay today?
Will I raise my gauge, Oh God!
How will I teach ya, but it's these
tactics that need daily practice
People I'm ah let you that you don't have it, have
it
Running up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we sons of assassins, mashing collecting
more cash
That's true, you're feeling that nigga, said all my babies get a
million
Struggle with a villian, hit him with a venomous blow
I call on my mighty arch
angel
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo
We the tightest you know Mo'
the mighty
Yes trues humbly united, my family never divided
Desperado, Thug Line,
Mo' Thug, Millennium Seventh Sign to the F.B.I.
You wanna come test my
enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice and open up your muthafucking
EYES!
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg when I parlay
Everyday storming
your way, you better lay low
So you might just duck to the buck exchange
You see my
niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day, muthafuckas playa
hate
(Chorus)
Glocks
Bizzy Bone
Give it to em, bring your gun
Give it to em, bring your
gun
(chorus)
Krayzie Bone
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
...
to death, death, death
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot, get
shot
Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
... to death, death death
You
could be the first to feel the heat
to see how much we got, we got
Krayzie
Bone
I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and
boots
Still don't give a fuck about the law, still run with the pump in my car, and fuck who
you are
You're fucking with a couple of niggas that's really insane
I'm talking loco,
crazy as hell, it ain't just a name, it's the game
And we done loosened up a couple
strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
Besides that man ain't nothing
changed
Look at me now I'm still a thug, nigga I still smoke bud
You know I still
represent St. Clair wig split shit, nigga what?
This is Bone Thugs, niggas thinking I told you,
but we put it down like that
And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that we do it and
keep on moving,
Guess who's back up in the house, original Cleveland criminals
Ouija
sending subliminal messages like murda, mo murda murda
Never forgot where we come
from, watch how you move your tongue
Cause I got niggas that's ready to jump off in your
ass and smash and crash
Protect my niggas for combat, Leathaface at ya and on your ass
Like I was a heat seeker creepin the reaper
Peep you, sweep you off your feet in
Cleveland
Layzie Bone
I be the coolest little nigga you can meet me
But nigga
you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you
Introduce you to this heat, I sweep the
street
When I draw down, let me hear you say fuck the law down
Rawest niggas in the
town, ready to thug and go down
Go pound for pound, nigga that's the motto, let me see
you throw them thangs
And if it's real, nigga keep it real show me your game
I'm sure
gonna claim, what the fuck is mine my nigga I'll take it
Grab a player hater by the neck,
choke him out and try to break it
Gimme your money, drop them keys, it's a jack move
bitch
And since you haters ain't got no business that's how we attack your shit
Nigga
we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the Grammy, and the media might ban me
Nigga
this Mo' Thug Family is for real
(Chorus)
Bizzy Bone
Pull it up, sit
up, get up and count up your money before it all gets spent up
And you wanna get rid of a
hood bitch, good game
And every bitch said I'm a good bitch fucking with my wood
grain
Everybody still playing that hood thang quiet
Especially when it swallowed my
environment, ain't nothing but niggas dieing
In them chemical fed injections in Jasper,
Texas
Split up these niggas off in different sections, don't hate my message
Destiny led
to mimic, chastity for my daughter
Wad up a niggas sherm and come listen to the
sermon
Swervin in my Surburban, lick it up with the bottle
But everybody know I got
some problems, had dreams of the Apollo
The fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't front
a nigga nothing
Same nigga still hated from sundown to sun up
Run up and get your
grind on, blindly elevate through time now
aye-o, aye-o, aye-o
Flesh~n~Bone
Ah
dawg finna haul off lead, sawed-off head
Nigga you dripping, soaking bloody red body
Be begging me no bombs, should've capped like 2pac with a glock
Me deadly, better
not upset my thug mentality
Sucka you know you done fucked up don't you
Niggas
running up blasting gas triggers
What the fuck you thought you saw with your head in the
sky
Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane
For the non tame insane human only
the Fifth Dawg, fuck you thought
Muthafuck the fame for the fact the shit is a phat
game
Gonna remain number one in the Land
Flesh struggled to get, bang bang
bang
I dropped five dawgs in the name of the Lord
I say now how many dragons will I
have to slay today?
Will I raise my gauge, Oh God!
How will I teach ya, but it's these
tactics that need daily practice
People I'm ah let you that you don't have it, have
it
Running up you sons of bastards
Blast it, we sons of assassins, mashing collecting
more cash
That's true, you're feeling that nigga, said all my babies get a
million
Struggle with a villian, hit him with a venomous blow
I call on my mighty arch
angel
Gonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo
We the tightest you know Mo'
the mighty
Yes trues humbly united, my family never divided
Desperado, Thug Line,
Mo' Thug, Millennium Seventh Sign to the F.B.I.
You wanna come test my
enterprise?
Bitch you better go think twice and open up your muthafucking
EYES!
These niggas can't fuck with the fifth dawg when I parlay
Everyday storming
your way, you better lay low
So you might just duck to the buck exchange
You see my
niggas having a ball all day
Since we having a ball all day, muthafuckas playa
hate
(Chorus)