Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal: Da Introduction
Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards: Shatasha Williams
It’s the thuggish ruggish Bone
Eazy-E
Eternal. Eternal. Eternal…
Backwards: Bizzy Bone
Gotta give it on up to the glock glock
Pop pop better drop when them buckshot
Blow
The Bone in me never no ho so
No creepin’ up outta the ziplock
So Sin
Sip gin
And Lil’ Mo Hart run up nut up and flipped in
Then slipped in the clip then
Mistakin’ they bloody victims
‘Member if you test nuts
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
Devil
Right back at your muthafuckin’ ass comes those real true thugs staight off the Double Glock, puttin’ it down for the muthafuckin’ Land. Takin’ no shorts, no losses. Puttin’ it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin’ ass niggas. You better tell me what’s real, bitch. Takin’ over shit in the nine-five, I bring to you the one and only, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Nigga, this St. Clair!
Layzie Bone
Yeah, nigga.
Execution double-nine style
Steadily fillin’ them bodies underground
Bizzy Bone
Nigga be all about that yayo bankroll
Better make that money man
Then roll
Put it on the dough
But I beat up hoes
And I peel ’em and bang
Gotta get them demons off me
Creepin’ up softly
Seepin’ up through my soul
And sleepin’ ain’t good til dawn
When I’m alone and I’m dozin’
Better watch the door
Then I won’t be slippin’ sleepin’
Lovin’ the thugs I bails with
But a trail of twelve gauge shells
Blood’ll be spilled
One-eighty-seven and a two-eleven
Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray
Lil’ Ripsta killa now
Put ’em off in a grave
They lay with a slug stuck all up in you
When I roll with realer niggas pop pop
Drop to the sound
Hit the ground
Then I’m out to kill you
Krayzie Bone
Them St. Clair thugs we love
When they pumpin’ them slugs now what
See the blood from the scum
When I dug them enemies deep in the mud
They drugged
I roll with them trues
Snooze you lose
End up on the alley floor fucked up
What’s up with them shoes
Ooh they new
So we runnin’ off with my dawg’s Chucks
Bust a left at the block
Hey what do you know
Oh no the po-po they follow
Copper gotta see the nigga layin’ behind the scope
But nigga remember my motto
Me no surrender
Gotta get away
Hit the fence with the quickness
Hit the other side
And I swang to the ride
Rollin’ through the cut
Hit ninety-five
Peel bailin’ for safety we make it and chill
Gotta make a mill
Better not get caught for real
Nigga, drop that bill
Or I pop my steel
Ain’t no competition
Don’t fuck with my click
And so listen you bitches that trippin’
So get when we stickin’
Then lickin’ them pockets
So drop that dollar man
Gotta holler bang
Fuckin’ with a thug nigga smokin’ blunts
Nigga don’t stiff on the weed
Smoke it all
‘Cause nigga you know when our pockets get right
I’ma run and get a sack
And come choke choke choke
Layzie Bone
Now you’re fuckin’ with these thuggish killas
Creepin’ up outta the Land
And they ready to ride gettin’ high off thai
My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine
But I kill ’em all dawg
Bet Layzie don’t fall with the twelve gauge
Keep bustin’ on niggas
So what now
Come nigga get buck pow
And not only that
Get shut the fuck down
And I’m talkin’ about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas
Some niggas done fucked up
Never no playa haters in the clicks allowed
And we never no bustas
Never catch a nigga sleep
Hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell
Daily collectin’ me mill
And I’ll meet you in hell
If all else fails
Oh well
Chorus: Krayzie Bone / Layzie Bone
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin’ that body underground
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