Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: BTNHResurrection: Murder One
Flesh-N-Bone
We in the last 5 days of these trials and tribulations
And I’m waitin’ for the Lord
Oh please don’t leave me forsaken
Call out for the doom
Preparin’ for Satan
So we facin’ the situation while I’m drunk I’m stayin’
Heavily sedated
Wonder will I make it through the Pearly Gates
Or will I burn off in that lake now
When you feel the earthquake shake and the dead awake
How many waited too late
It’s over now
You niggas had a lack of faith
so life ain’t straight
If you incapable
Havin’ a little trouble unable to fuel the soul
Better plead to the bloody Jesus
Watch how the majesty control it and don’t let it go
Hold on hold on now can I get a witness
Shout Hallelujah Amen
I’m feelin’ the Holy Ghost make you move soothe you
Soon I’m able to free your mind in the way that my god designed
When I roll drop dimes
Let’s roll
You’ll find there’s no other like my kind
Chorus: Bizzy Bone
Come murder one
Come murder one
Come murder one
Come murder one
Murder them all
Bizzy Bone
If the world should end today
Fully automatic runnin’ through and gunnin’ thangs
Redrum when strummin’ pain
Mo murder I heard
Holler
Holler clock dollars
Swallow me baby
‘Cause we bold and hollow-point tips
And I see now enemies keep fallin’
Get ’em up
Embalming fluid makin’ me nauseous cautious
These niggas is flossin’
Nina Ross tossed out on Slawson
It’s for the auction rapper
Pop a cop and got gospel on him
Who want a Magnum
Who wanna tag him
Bag ’em up
No problem bitch
Smoked out in high school
Sleepin’ in friends’ cribs
Sellin’ chicken
Gotta get paid
We in the kitchen
Cookin’ up lle’
Get away go go with him
Hold all the muthafuckin’ guns. Let ’em feel it
Bust one shot
Just split up
Don’t nobody get up or everyone
Get lit up
And hit up
So help ’em make you sit up
Chorus: Bizzy Bone
Come murder one
Come murder one
Come murder one
Come murder one
Murder them all
Layzie Bone
Make me push this panic button
Nigga we movin’ like the Panthers in the 60’s
Khaki suited booted
Mo Thugs recruited
You with me
Nigga you with me
Militant-minded
Perfect timin’ it
Always on it
Inclinin’ shit
Nigga that’s down for the grind and shit
Keepin’ real niggas rewindin’ this
Deep in the ghetto
In the streets of Cleveland
We call it Thieveland
Mind deceivin’
Leavin’ reasons for hustlin’ season
Bottom line
Money is power and the power mean muscle
Money and guns stacked up to the ceiling
Nigga get down for his hustle
What nigga now what you gon’ do when we come for you
Well I’ma tell you right now what we goin’ do
Scream “M.O.G.” and start blastin’
Nigga never did like them boys in blue
No regards for authorities
Wanna dump a nigga up with the Thorazine
Oh you invited
To the bloody ass horror scene
Know what I mean
You better get with the team
Position your soldiers
Ready for war nigga
Keep ‘em way down under
Nigga been waitin’ for the day to let off these rounds
It’s thunder
It’s thunder
I got my mind made up
And them niggas straight ballin’ up outta control
Testin’ souls hoes negroes
On a mission tryin’ to get that dough
Separate the minors from pros
Open and close just like a case
Place-to-place
Through city and state
Haters be all up in my face
And it just ain’t safe
I’m knowin’ they wanna be a casualty of war boy boy
I seek and destroy
Any nigga that throw the decoy
See me on stage rippin’ shit
Takin’ off my shirt and breakin’ them sweats
Tattoos all up over my body
“7” on the stomach
Skull on my chest
Nine-millimeter in my pocket
Ready to buck on the crowd
It’s always that one lil’ nigga
saggin’ and braggin’ and talkin’ loud
Talkin’ about he ‘bout it ‘bout it
Nigga I doubt your whole clique
Real niggas don’t run they mouth
Real niggas make moves and get rich
Flesh-N-Bone
Rollin’ in an Expedition
Thinkin’ of a proposition
Set up my composition
Feelin’ relentless
Fuckin’ up your condition
Mo murda competition
How many niggas on the frontline Ready for whatever
My nigga with yo TEC-9
Nigga disrespect mine
I win you lose the draw whomever Rip through thy spine
If you wanna listen to what I say
Hey gotta pay your tuition
This ain’t no free exploit of an exhibit
‘Cause my niggas too exquisite
I’m so Armageddon
This is my Smith-n-Wesson
Here’s a nice slug for you and my nitrogen-glyce’ bomb can land on ‘em nuke ‘em all
Now watch when they all come
Stormin’ so and one by one
Hit ‘em up
They fall
Let off with a little frustration
Bust my gun
Bullets haul
Corrections
If you have found a mistake on this page, please submit them to the staff here. We appreciate any help we can get. Thank you.