Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: Creepin On Ah Come Up: Down Foe My Thang
Layzie Bone
Creepin’ up outta the woods
Gotta give love to my hood
Smoke and I choke and I creep on a come up
Niggas be tryin’ to run up
but I bust and they drop to their death
Now they done up
Gun up hunt my blunt up
Creepin’ ’til sun up
Feelin’ slightly shady
Call me lightweight crazy
Number one nigga little Layzie
Nigga don’t wanna fight
Runnin’ deadly thugsta soldiers
Droppin’ them thangs
Bone done told you
Testin’ nuts so a nigga gon’ have to show you
Faded a nigga that stepped up
Let’s slip in some shit
See ’em all just stood up then put a foot up that ass
Had to blast that click click
Praise the gauge all cocked and ready to spray down to the pave
Puttin’ them souls up off in them graves
dwell in Hell they’ll all lay slayed
Amazed must I blaze
It’s insane when I take that bud to the brain
Toke choke
Holdin’ me smoke until-a me strained
feelin’ no pain
Better be packin’ your weapon
‘Cause my shit is kept
And I’m ready to let loose sawed-off hangin’
Danglin’ up under the trench
Finna blow that chest
But you shoulda wore a vest fool
‘Cause the Bone don’t front
Nigga check or get wrecked
Got Flesh on the set with his finger on a TEC
Loc’d out with the khakis and high techs
Respect them St. Clair thugs
Hustlin’ drugs
Gotta make that money man
Rap be the thang
And the fact remains that we owns the rap game
Chorus
Bang bang
Gotta get down foe my thang
Bone be me gang
Flesh-N-Bone
We runnin’ with no hoes
And the bigger Bone that’s known for gettin’ his swerve on
And kickin’ it on the stage
Off in the rag gettin’ my serve on
So leave ’em alone
They come
They need to be shown that Bone done chrome blown
Lay slugs up in to them domes
So gone
You’d rather go run a ho check
If you wanna test nuts with Flesh
I’m finna lynch you mo murda
You’re runnin’ up eye to eye with death
Praise the (?)
Now nevertheless you’re takin’ a loss
And this slug snuffed up
And dumpin’ the body up off in a coffin
Remember the vow said a preacher
Me teach ’em winnin’ ’em with me nine
Runnin’ with thugs and hustlas
And murderin’ ’em every time
Chorus
Bang bang
Gotta get down foe my thang
Bone be me gang
Bizzy Bone
Remember the Ripsta
Sinister creeper
Reapin’ up that set with a street-sweeper
Gotta take a breather from sippin’ me liter
Rippin’ that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver
(???) smugsta
Never no studio thugsta
Buck ’em buck ’em
Motherfuck ’em
Thug never done bluff
And fuck them bustas
So back up off me
No Stack won’t let me slip
When a nigga start to step
The weapon put ’em in the graveyard bitch
Better buy your vest
Then test Rest
The Ripsta quick
To pick up the hollow points and put ’em up in your brains nigga
My little nigga Mo! Hart
My bigger nigga Sin
Dash fast
Get up with the block at last blast they ass
Pass cash then stash
Me can killa for free for homies and family
Tell ’em to see me
That realer nigga
The Ripsta put ’em in rivers
It don’t stop
Drop P’s to the SCT’s and double glock
Pop pop
Here’s the slug from the twelve gauge thug
You don’t want fuck with
No buck with
Rip’s breakin’ ’em bustas
Blood me feelin’ nothin’ hurts me
Murder I show no mercy
Turn your back
Clack back me gat
Diggin’ ’em in the dirt, see.
Chorus
Bang bang
Gotta get down foe my thang
Bone be me gang
Krayzie Bone
Get ready to duck bitch or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch if I’m flippin’ or load my clip in
Nigga y’all all fucked
Gotta make my money
Slippin’ me pump in my trench
And then click it
Now nigga it’s rippin’
Steady clippin’
Not missin’
Thuggin’ with me click and
Now Leatherface takin’ your life so you best
Stay back tossin’ the rest in a coffin
‘Cause niggas be runnin’ up talkin’ trash
Buck a guard while walkin’ past
Bang bang
Gotta get down for my thangs
And I claim and hang with T’s
Niggas that make cheese for the green leaves
Gotta give peace ’cause they swang these
Come nigga meet my hood and
Full of nothin’ but thugs and hustlas
Sin never been no busta he’ll stuff it and
Buck buck ’em and dump ’em, bitch
Nigga muthafuck ’em
Krayzie don’t love ’em
Put ’em to rest and run
So the po-po don’t catch up
Nigga can’t be arrested
One M-11
Me sendin’ niggas to hell
And you’re feelin’
One eighty seven
Eleven dwellin’ better from the cell and
Nigga that pick up Mossberg
The quicker you to the curb
Put one to the temple pump
To Mr. Policeman
That’s all you heard
Chorus
Bang bang
Gotta get down foe my thang
Bone be me gang
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