Bone Thugs-N-Harmony – “Body Rott” Lyrics

Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: The Art Of War: WWI: Body Rott

Chorus: Krayzie Bone

I say the war shouldn’t stop until these playa hatin’ niggas body rott
Nigga the war shouldn’t stop until these muthafuckin’ cops body rott

Krayzie Bone

We paper-chasers smokin’ blunts
You’ll never find a thuggish bunch of niggas like us
Don’t be so quick to test us
I’ll be annoyed and might bust
I’m a have to talk to Eazy through the Ouija
So I can see if maybe he can tell me
Why your hatin’ on me
Bitin’ on me
Why you want me to show a nigga Leathaface in me
Don’t fuck around nigga
He’s a real buck-’em-down nigga
Muthafuck rappin’
How about fuckin’ with me now nigga
Niggas get your checks from your broads get high
Then your broads sneak your keys from you niggas and ride
Everybody wanna party
Even the niggas with the problem
Made-nigga we done solve ’em
‘Cause bitch we’ll squash ’em
Don’t know me
Fuck you
When you got beef
But you also got to clone styles and know Mo T
See me rappin’ on your TV yackin’
And it’s a fact that when you see us in person
Think we won’t flex or show you no action
Down for mine
Got to show a nigga time to time
So I figure I’ll slow down the rhyme
So they can understand I’m filled with so much anger and pain
And if I drop then I’ll explode like a fuckin’ grenade nigga
Fuck calm time to ring the alarm
Break the niggas outta prison
Killin’ all the guards
Power to the people
Givin’ people the power to put it down in your city
And fuck them hillbillies
Nigga I can’t stand no muthafuckin’ po-po
When will we start killin’ these bitches and takin’ no mo’
Yeah Mo Thug the only click that I claim
Although we are beyond the bangin’
You can say I roll with a gang
And dissin’ chin-checkers in the makin’
So nigga continue with the rotation

Chorus: Krayzie Bone

I say the war shouldn’t stop until these playa hatin’ niggas body rott
Nigga the war shouldn’t stop until these muthafuckin’ cops body rott

Bizzy Bone

I heard
I murd’
I heard
I murd’
I heard
Yeah nigga we holler about all of the murders
Look what they did to Tyrone
Flippin’ the flow and let it burn
Without the pistols
They’ll probably stay strong for Bone
Bitch you fuckin’ with all of the (…?…)
And in 1999 when you meet up in the end
Bet it be no peace for police
The Biz here to rip the streets and get ’em all pissed
Get (…?…) we don’t take defeat
Me steppin’ retreat
You can lose your arms
Better use your feet
Just pick up my (?) yeah, nigga, yeah, yeah
Hear the pump erupt
We’re corrupt as the four
Down to buck
Come and get fucked up
And get up outta the county
Nigga get rowdy duck into battle
Disappear in an alley
Reappear off in Cali
Can you feel me daddy
Proudly handle stuff like a man
And went through shit in Cleveland with the band
Now look at me platinum
Fuck the rap
And corner bitch-made hation nation
Nowadays an occupation
So why you hate me
Still can’t fade me away
Go on be gone
The point of view was made with the sound

Chorus: Krayzie Bone

I say the war shouldn’t stop until these playa hatin’ niggas body rott
Nigga the war shouldn’t stop until these muthafuckin’ cops body rott

Layzie Bone

How you see me when you see me
Drinkin’ on Henessey and Remy
Look in my eyes my shit is dreamy
Beggin’ to Scotty won’t you beam me up
I buck twelve gauge erupt disrupt your order
Infantry
Y’all better expect annihilation
Fuckin’ around with an S-C-T
And I better be a souljah organize up
But they’re lovin’ just us army see
Full of harmony and niggas in thugs we trust
So nigga I bust so back up off me
Givin’ no mercy
Shit is critical
Killin’ you individual
With a Ouija-type ritual
I’m diggin’ a ditch for all you po-po
Who felt you could come and raid me
Ain’t no way be to safe
Nigga it’s the army brigade
So listen up and hear what’s spoken as I start this locomotion
Retaliate because we chosen
Open showin’ the Lord’s devotion
Yeah

Chorus: Krayzie Bone

I say the war shouldn’t stop until these playa hatin’ niggas body rott
Nigga the war shouldn’t stop until these muthafuckin’ cops body rott

Wish Bone

Now when your fuckin’ with me
Make sure you know what you’re doin’
Got niggas that know what they doin’ rollin’ with me
Infrared to your head
Don’t beg
You dead
We fled
Gotta get away
Gotta make sure I’m free
So when you need me I can buck another day
It’s a Bone thang
Better ride ride
‘Cause what you’re fuckin’ with
You gon’ die die
Don’t be surprised
Bone want your presidents
Wanna run it all
Run all of it all
Fuck that dog
Fuck that dog
‘Cause niggas is superstitious
Nigga don’t pull no gun
If you ain’t gon’ spit
Click clack back be sound
These police and haters is wrong oh
We buckin’ ’em down
Trust in me in harmony
I try peace
Eternally bless my soul Lord
And everybody that rides with me
It’s from me to you
It’s from me to you
‘Cause it’s my point of view
It’s just our point of view
Yeah, and that’s why I stay high
So high so high
Like lodi-da-da-da
Lodi-da-da-da
So high
So high

Chorus: Krayzie Bone

I say the war shouldn’t stop until these playa hatin’ niggas body rott
Nigga the war shouldn’t stop until these muthafuckin’ cops body rott


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Lyrics: Bone Thugs-N-Harmony: The Art Of War: WWI: Body Rott