Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: BTNHResurrection: 2 Glocks
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
Get your gun
Get your gun
Did you kill ’em all
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot
Get your gun
Get your gun
Did you kill ’em all
You could be the first to feel the heat to see how much 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 a pump in my car
Fuck who you are
You fuckin’ with a couple of niggas that’s really insane
I’m talkin’ loco
Krayzie as hell
It ain’t just a name
It’s the game
We done loosened up a couple strings
And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
Besides that man ain’t nothin’ 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 Thug
Niggas thinkin’ 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 movin’
Guess who’s back up in the house
Original Cleveland criminals
Niggas just send ’em 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
Leatherface at you on your ass Like I was a heat-seeker
Quickly the reaper peep you
Sweep you off your feet in Cleveland
Layzie Bone
I be the coolest lil’ nigga you can meet
But nigga you fuck with me
Then I’ma fuck with you
Introduce you to this heat
I sweep the street
When I draw down
Let me hear you say
Fuck the law now
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 things And if it’s real
Nigga keep it real
Show me your game
I’m sure gon’ 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
Give me 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: Krayzie Bone
Get your gun
Get your gun
Did you kill ’em all
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot
Get your gun
Get your gun
Did you kill ’em all
You could be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got
Bizzy Bone
Lit up
Sit up
Get up and count up your money
‘Fore it all gets spent up
And you wanna get rid of
A hood bitch with game
And every bitch said I’m a good bitch
Fuckin’ with my wood grain
Everybody still playin’ that hood game quiet
Especially when it’s tried
My environment
Ain’t nothin’ but niggas dyin’
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 nigga’s sherm
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 run
A nigga not insane
Niggas still with me Bone
Somehow they turn up
Run up and get your sign
Run blindly
Elevate through time
Nowhere to hide
Flesh-N-Bone
Aw dawg finna haul off lead
Sawed-off head
Nigga you drippin’ soakin’ with bloodly
Body be beggin’ me no bomb
Should’ve copped like 2Pac with a glock
They’re deadly
Better not upset my thug mentality sucka
You know you done fucked up
Don’t you niggas runnin’ up blastin’ 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 untamed insane human
Only the 5th Dawg
Fuck you thought
Muthafuck fame
For the fact the shit is a phat game
Goin’ remain number one in the Land
Flesh get it with the gang
Bang bang bang
I dropped five guards in the name of the Lord
I say
Now how many times will I have to slay today
Will I raise my guage
Oh God how will I teach you
But it’s these tactics that he daily practice
They gonna let you
Don’t have it
Have it
Runnin’ up you sons of bastards! Blast it
We sons of assassins
Match it
Collecting more cash
That’s true you’re feeling that
Niggas said all my babies get a million
Strike ’em with the wicked
Hit ‘em with a venomous blow
I call on my mighty archangel
Gonna surround my soul
But can’t go to Cali go yo
We the tightest
You know Mo’ the Mighty
Yes trues humbly united
My family never divided
Desperado
Thug Line
Mo Thug
Millennium
7th Sign
For the FBI you wanna come test my Enterprise
Bitch you better go think twice
And open up your muthafuckin’ eyes
These niggas can’t fuck with the 5th Dawg
Finna parlay
Everyday stormin’ your way
You better lay low
So you might just duck when I buck guage
You see my niggas having a ball all day
Since we havin’ a ball all day
Muthafuckas player hate
Chorus: Krayzie Bone
Get your gun
Get your gun
Did you kill ’em all
Fuck with the niggas with the guns and you might get shot
Get your gun
Get your gun
Did you kill ’em all
You could be the first to feel the heat to see how much we got
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