Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: E. 1999 Eternal: Shotz To Tha Double Glock
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony / Graveyard Shift / Poetic Hustla’z
Ooh killa
Tony Tone
If you’re down to glide and slide on the Clair
Then let’s ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the darkside
But when you come just bring your guns with you
If your a busta niggas gon’ have fun with you
So nigga don’t get me wrong
My niggas swang them thangs
Bang some brains
Slangin’ llello
It all remains the same
Wish Bone
Step and you’re catchin’ some buckshots
Murda one on the Clair nine glock glock
Mo Thug what’s up
Nigga get drug
Put ’em in the mud
Pop and I can’t stop now
Niggas that I thug with kill
Pop to the chest
How does it feel
And nigga we peel caps pap
Finna get your wig cracked back
Killin’ I’m buckin’ ’em down
I wish you would try to get some redrum
Bitch nigga don’t test my hood
Tombstone
A first degree murderin’ wig splitter
Gravedigger diggin’ a ditch
Puttin’ a bitch and them snitches in the pit
So don’t fuck with them niggas off the nine-nine
The foundation of niggas committin’ the crime
And murderin’ every time
Niggas beware
‘Cause here come the Clair
Mobbin’ like some souljahs
Watch me fold you for actin’ like somebody never told you
So off we go to the bloody road
Time to bless some souls
With that nine shot givin’ props to the double glock
Flesh-N-Bone
Pump pump
When I let my shells down
Hit a lick now gimme the goodies
And nigga me dash
I reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out “one-eighty-seven” and blast
Nigga don’t test nuts
Your luck’s fucked
Your feelin’ wrath of the Boneyard
Thuggin’ off with the Graveyard Shift
Then comin’ up for your ho card bitch
Scandalous niggas dwell in the Clair
Be servin’ them chop chops
We rippin’ them guts with buckshots pop pop
Me give up shots out to the glock glock
Krayzie Bone
You better believe that we runnin’ this thug style
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish them wicked now
We straight off the glock glock
Run up get your wig split now
East 99 follow me down to me street
Buck we thug on the darkside
Better have your pop
Niggas be trippin’ and flippin’ as soon they get high
One-eighty-seven you’re caught in a murda
Niggas up to no good
Po-po
Fuck no
They never could fuck with a thug ho
Chorus
Pop pop
Givin’ up shots
To the double glock glock
Mo! Hart
Nothin’ but them killas
Straight up thuggas
Rippin’ bucks of lead
and Clair thugs gaugin’ pump eruptions
Nickel trip and shut and fuck ’em down
Buckin’ them coppers down
Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spreaded on the ground
Ain’t no sound just the demons screamin’
“Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer”
Ready to dip
Hollow point tip
Got your wig split
And made your body rupture
Hunt my victims on a mission
Flippin’ livin’ on a darker side
Creepin’ on your homicide
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low
Now walk on by
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony / Graveyard Shift / Poetic Hustla’z
Boogy Nikke on the mic right
Boogy Nikke
Thuggin’ through my thuggish-ass hood at night with my pipe
Thuggin’ down the double-glock
Tryin’ to get my serve on
Watchin’ my back while six-five try to roll on
Put one to the sucka’s head
And two up in his body
Now peep my creep
I keep the reefer smoke all up inside me
Layzie Bone
We jumpin’ up out from the hood
We bailin’
We thuggin’
We lookin’ like crooks.
The terror be fatal
Ready to roll now we willin’ and able
Rollin’ with Ruthless bitch
Better check my label
Murdered them
Never come again
Where the scandalous niggas settle
Bloody nigga trues be on my level
Eighty-eight through the ten-five is the souljahs ghetto
Nigga don’t take the wrong turn
You will enter the hood
And we’re splitters so cover your dome
Out the cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns
The Dogg Pound home
It’s on
Sin
Never get in the mix of a Clair player
You’re liable to get your wig split
And dumped in a ditch bitch
‘Cause them thugs sendin’ them slugs
Leavin’ ’em off in the cut
In a puddle of blood
Say what
Don’t make me go in my trench
Nigga you got me bent
All fucked up
Your luck’s up
Now you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe
For fuckin’ with those
Gates
It’s them thugs runnin’ amuck all night
Put a slug up in you
The territory never divide
Go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at
Where you at
I’m strapped and ready to snap
And yank a nigga’s neck back
Split them Kool-Aid hats
Into the graveyard
But prepare to get drugged up on the Clair
To tear a round ‘fore somebody gets stuck
You still won’t want some bitch
But what the muthafuck
I wanna wanna
Wham you with a TEC-9
Now bitch press your luck
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