Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal: East 1999
Layzie Bone
East Nineteen ninety-nine my niggas
Think about back in the days when the year was eighty-nine
Lil’ nigga on the grind
Gotta get mine doin’ my crime with two in heads
steady stackin’ my ends
put my serve down on the Clair, Nine-nine
Hittin’ up the Graveyard Shift with Will, Lil Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone
Lil’ Wally highrollers
And he wonder why niggas so strong
Krayzie Bone
Stack right
Jake much love
Kept a nigga on his toes in the game
It’s an everyday thang when you let your nuts hang
Gotta make a grand at least daily man
Them Cleveland hustlas never no bustas
Thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the Land fool
And the old school
Just serve out your sentence and be cool
Fuckin’ with trues
Rest In Peace lil’ nigga Ripsta
Stressed that Bone love
Smokin’ on bud ’cause a nigga Mo Thug callin’ all my niggas when it’s time to nut ’em
In the nine nine niggas gonna drop to the #1 with the gun
So run run
Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from
Slangin’ them dum-dums
Krayzie Bone
Niggas it’s goin’ down
Up in the C-Town
Get ’em up with the thugs
And that nigga with the bud
Get the fifth of Rose
But the liquor store closed
And I’m all out the forty
Blaze up, nigga
Burn up the buddah
Smoke it all up
Nigga don’t stiff on the reefer
Bone runnin’ up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro
And this shit is creeper
Peep the street bust again on Double Glock-glock with a me rocks
Cops sweatin’ me by
Copper better drop when the gunshot pop blood
Dumpin’ the body and the bullshit stop
Whenever the trouble knocks
With the po-po niggas roll solo split up and swerve
Krayzie take caution
Take all my llello and tossed it
See none when they roll to the curb
Runnin’ duckin’ jumpin’ up in the Land
My niggas it’s Krayzie
We slang and we buck and we bang
On the Glock and my nigga that’s daily
Who the nigga with the twelve gauge pump
Mr. Sawed-off Leatha Face
So you better pray
Eternally thugsta
East Nineteen Ninety-nine
We roll for the jump fool
Bizzy Bone
Gotta give P’s to the SCTs and I whup that thug on the Glock
Pump blast for the cash
Then I’ll mash the gas
Gotta dash away from them cops
Got Lil’ Mo! Hart steadily flippin’ off Rose
Rippin’ up flesh with six blows
Rest that thugsta
Yes I pump slugs
And I be druggin’ ’em off the dumpsters
Fuck them po-po
Bloody they bodies they burn, burn
And I guess that hood’ll never learn
Gotta dip both in once in sherm
When I ‘m on a mission for my city
Bigger niggas be bailin’ out with me
Roll up the window
Me wind blow
Fuck with my indo and that in me
Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty
Me scandalous niggas up outta the woods
Buckin’ no fuckin’ with the family
Now feel a nigga understand me
Much love much buck for them St. Clair thugs
East Ninety-nine is where you find us
Slangin’ me muthafuckin’ drugs
Flesh-N-Bone
Done done
Leavin’ the niggas stunned
Cockin’ pop with a me gun
The lead’ll be letting they head off
And I gots to have me fun
Leavin’ ’em hung
Breakin’ fakin’ your studio-gangsta bitch trick
Niggas that get picked
I’m hittin’ the shit and I split in the midst of the darkness
Consider me heartless
Oh yes Flesh be runnin’ a ho check
Better check your Rolex
Your time now for givin’ up respect to them SCTs from C-L-E
We’re scandalous nigga that dwell
Hail off on the far side
And bail leavin’ the trail of the bloody victims
The fifth dog maulin’ ’em all
And never them catch me slippin’
And sippin’ a fifth of the wine
And niggas be dyin’ and steadily trippin’
We flippin’ the scripts on over
See the wanna-be never sober
But niggas told you
Triggers showed you
East nine-nine
Five souljahs
Wish Bone
Murder one redrum
Try to run and get away
But it’s just to late
Watch out buckshots
When I come buck buck
Better guard that fuckin’ face
Dumpin’ them slugs on you fool
Rollin’ with me trues, drinkin’ brews
Don’t start no shit
We come equipped so niggas stay cool
One-eighty-seven
You think that you’re goin’ to heaven
Put slugs all up in that chest and
Hell is where you’ll be dwellin’
Pop in them clips and them bodies me dumpin’
Watchin’ you fall to the pave with me nine-milli pumpin’
Puttin’ them bodies all off in them graves
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run
East nineteen ninety-ninety-nine-nine-nine-nine
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