U Ain'T Bone - Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: U Ain'T Bone
Album: Art Of War
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Tim Middleton, Anthony Henderson, Byron Mccane

Lyric:
I'm sending a message to warn you imposers
All hating in my business, when I see you I'm a drop you
Get slugged and get drugged, my niggas I'll hustle to pay the judge
Got you when I spot you I should pop you
Even the boss was telling me not to
But I won't stop until they get shot
When they get out the hospital they gonna get shot, too

The fast one bringing that AK, better walk, then we even
When I leave and flees to Cleveland
Now, murder 'em and rest in peace
So goodbye, we're shutting it down
And now we're prowling niggas from alleys
Cloning our sound, we found your town

Now is you ready for the war? Cry loud and go
Many if all niggas'll fall off in they sleep
And even oppose and order them hoes, gonna flee with me?
Bitch, fuck with me then see that my little aliens, yeah
We come to your city, can they really put it on down with the pistol?
Can you feel me, feel me?

They beat biters, dope-style takers when I see you face-to-face
My nigga, I'm a treat you like a hater
You niggas ain't Bone, you clone, you wrong, what the fuck?
You niggas ain't thinking what's the consequence?
Now I'm 'bout to get real deadly, ready for the war
When we just start bombing shit, trying to cop my click?
Hell no, real raw, y'all niggas thought this was a game?
Now it's time to make you feel the pain

Wanna test my everyday thang? I aim straight for your temple
It's really that simple when I seen it splatter
Had I even killed one of you clones
Then the rest of y'all wouldn't even matter scattered
Run for the border, your career is getting shorter
Nigga, better hide 'cuz I already warned ya
Mo Thug Records taking over, I told ya, soldier man, your post
Better cover your coast and lock all entries

If one of my sounds is off in your town
Then it's going down by the means infantry
Instantly finna be World War 3
If you fucking with my family jewels, you fools
You niggas break golden rules
Gotta walk the walk in your own shoes

Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, them niggas going platinum every time
I'm ready to ride, you ready to ride?
It's do or die, then, nigga, I die
I jump in my Five Double-O, if you got it, better flaunt it
I'm a drop the top and lock the locks
And cock the Glock, it'll make you want it
Come get it, and while you're rapping on your song
Just remember no pretenders, bitch, you hoes ain't Bone

I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
You ain't Bone
Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone?
Nigga, you ain't Bone

Ring the alarm
(Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Come on now ring the alarm
(Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay

Straight from the corner and I'm a thug
All my diamonds I bet you wanted to stop my shining
Didn't we warn you, nigga? The sign, see? Blinded
Run but they finding me in my Double-big-Five-O
And critical with a pistol with pistols, feel that the verbal'll serve you
Heard my words are satanic and wishful
Then see you all get pissed off, my generals need no horse
We need AR-15's, twenty Glocks with beams, and TNT

Nigga roll with me, burial, fuck the world
When I deal, hope I repented 'cuz if the world I resented
It just might catch me up in heaven
But I'm a work this earth 'til it hurts
Gotta done make the worse all the way through trial
I'm back in the court for some dirt
Get 'em off soil, they wait for alarm
I curse that silly ass bitch, said I stoled a purse

And at them bullshit awards
But they told me I stole beneath of my shirt and it makes me sick
Even Ripsta's sistas plus family understands
Fuck with it, put it on your Grammy
Even my mammy's scared to tell
And deep in my mind, devil seeped in, scary
Stay wary and carry on, promise to burn me
Never bury and hurry if you ain't Bone

These niggas wanna erase me 'cuz they can't face me
Crash collide with the niggas that hate me
Fucking with the real, y'all see how the fake be
Ducking the cut, trying to look for safety
Make me reach for my pistol and pop it
Niggas gonna pay on the day that I spot him
Toss him in the trunk of the Caddy
On the way to the rodeo, killing all carbon copies

I'll be damned if I let a nigga breathe, indeed
I grieve for the war, what's next?
It's all about respect, bitch nigga
I'ma get that shit if I don't get nothing else
To the end I'm steady flipping
Fucking the world til' they give Bone props
Nigga, you got knocked on blocks

With rocks, beat down by the cops
And it still don't stop, glock, glock
I'm grinding, steadily climbing
To the top of the charts, where you wanna be?
Off in my prime it's all about timing
As I look at my shit make history, no mystery
Mistook and, nigga, that eight-time platinum real
How do you feel to the thugs appeal?
Make nigga wanna sound like Bone for a record deal

Should'a kept it real and quit fronting, nigga
Go round-for-round with the best
Nigga, step up and meet your death
Fucking with Kray, Little Lay, Biz, Wish, and Flesh
Yeah, it's all about survival of the fittest and it's on
Nigga, realize, or you die, you bitch ass niggas ain't Bone

I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
You ain't Bone
Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone?
Nigga, you ain't Bone

Ring the alarm
(Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Come on now ring the alarm
(Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay

I hope you realize that you ain't Bone
You ain't Bone
Why don't you realize that you ain't Bone?
Nigga, you ain't Bone

Ring the alarm
(Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay
Come on now ring the alarm
(Ring the alarm)
To let 'em know that we're charging
Clones pay

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No Pistols - Lyrics - Adrenaline Rush 2007 - Twista

Title: No Pistols
Album: Adrenaline Rush 2007
Artist: Twista
Composer(s): Jabari Bristow, Carl Terrell Mitchell, Frederick Taylor, Calvin Thomas

Lyric:
Yea mobster, let's ride on them bitches
It's time to go to war, niggard, you ready

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Let's do a homicide)
Don't ever want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(You ain't ready to ride)

Don't want to see you wit that four five unless you gone ride
If I say you gone die, motherfucker, I get so live
But you be procrastinating
I think you fucking play wit pistols 'cause they're fascinating

You motherfuckers ain?t gone do nothing When you get through fronting
Niggas that I know already know you ain't gone shot nothing
End up at the pearly gates when they test you
Got a dirty face but what you know about a 38 special, shit

And I know them hard words make you jump
But ya heart worth when you make the moss barb pump, bitch
And them shorties looking at you like a punk bitch
'Cause you ain?t make what you claim ain't gon bump click

And my pry when you hear them bullets bumping
When them shorties come and ride on em
When the pistols click clack

If you still alive will you really get the dumping
If you got that 45 on you
Tell them bitches get back

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Let's do a homicide)
Don't ever want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(You ain't ready to ride)

Once upon a time in the chi
There were three real killers who bust guns and puff fi
They copped weight by the key and backed up every gram
And stay ready for busting wit the pistol in they hand

I'm preaching murder like a vicious reverend
About niggas who claim they shooting but neva seen three 57's
Now what reason would u hold it fa
Put the pistol down, nigga, pick that weed up, roll it up

Twist up the lie, you don't really won die
Don't ya blood clot lying, ya bullets don't fly
V style aim smooth like Vidal Sason
I keep the smith and Weston wit me like I'm black moon

Tossed up the living room, stomped through the kitchen
Knocked off that nigga in the bathroom shitting and pissing
What you shaking for, I taught you said you ready to ride
Don't be coming wit me if you said you strapped because I

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Let's do a homicide)
Don't ever want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(You ain't ready to ride)

I keep a P 95 nine milli ruga
You fucking wit a shooter quick to bloody ya suit up
My aim impeccable, point like a decibel
300 foot away in a tower snipping the festival

What you know about 9's
And glock 40's and 45's AR 15's wit the 5 pound slide
30 shot clips snub, noses wit the rubber grips
Wicked tex would put the kiss of death on ya lovers lips

It's M.O.B nigga , we quick to squeeze, nigga
AK-47's making them bitches retrieve, nigga
Like a G nigga, I make 'em bleed, nigga
Come at me wrong and I'm busting that's on my seed, nigga

My poor chest is filled of bullets and tec's
Ski mask gloves and vets so nigga what's next, nigga
It's real tugging you a bitch to the bone
If you ain't gone do nothing, shorty, leave them pistols alone

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Put down that 45)
Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Got to let that 40 ride)

Don't want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(Let's do a homicide)
Don't ever want to see you wit no pistols
If you ain?t ready to roll, niggard
(You ain't ready to ride)

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Fuck The Ying Yang Twins - Lyrics - Ying Yang Twins

Title: Fuck The Ying Yang Twins
Artist: Ying Yang Twins
Composer(s): Eric Jackson, Deongelo Holmes, Michael Antoine Crooms

Lyric:
Hey, I went to school with them pussy ass niggas
They ain't worth shit
Man I remember when that nigga used to be ridin?
In that fucked up ass Pontiac

And that shit was goddamn sittin? outside
He had it posted up like that motherfucker was hard
That nigga ain't hard, that no hand ass nigga who he be runnin? with
That nigga aint shit neither, he was up at South Side

Big Boi poppin' 'cause he made that Bankhead Bounce shit
I almost slapped his punk ass one day in the lunch room
Then, goddamn I seen goddamn Eric's crippled ass
Walking down the street

Talkin? 'bout he need a ride, what kinda nigga need a ride?
They made whistle while you twurk and that's functionin?
Ain't these some hatin' ass niggas?
Now look at this shit

I asked that nigga to run me up the street
When he got that goddamn Impala
He said, "Nah", now that was some fucked up ass shit
Them ol? pussy ass niggas can suck my dick

A cold back motherfucker from the 6 zone
The same crippled motherfucker got picked on
Now I ain't never even really have shit, holmes
But a hard time and coal in my spit, holmes

Now I started rockin' shit that I wasn't with, holmes
Made some niggas label me a bitch, holmes
The only plan is im bout to get rich, holmes
If u don?t like what I'm sayin?, suck my dick, holmes

Poppin? pills 'til niggas droppin? and fallin? off the fuckin' block
Some niggas doin? good and some niggas on crack rocks
Some of these niggas make a betta livin? in the game
Some of these niggas may even try but it seems they can't

'Cause when they come down, they see this shit get hard
I know you try to be a man but that shit get hard
If you got it on your chest nigga speak your mind
In your ass get it wrong, you gonna meet by nine, nah

I remember when that nigga D-roc?s mama used to be candy lady
That nigga had to go come strait home from school
And could never go outside and play that lil' punk ass boy
I always told him he wasn't never gon' blow up in this shit

But he still wanna be in this shit
And he start runnin? with goddamn Kain
Like they were really gon' blow up bein? the Ying Yang Twins
Them ol? punk ass niggas

Bustas hustlas, nothin? else but bustas
Clustlas on a nigga pinky make 'em mug us
Grills, my squad conceal upon here
Klips, they gats conceal upon here

Off the river deep down with crip then be quiet
Known from the east to the fuckin? west side
Nigga down to ride 'cause I'm soldierfied
Never swallow my pride if you be chappin' my hide

Look nigga I'm gon' run your bone and try to get with
To put this shit in, now he shaken like a bitch
Fuck that shit, a nigga say he tryin' to sound like me
So I'm gon' bust you in the lip and then we stoppin' the freak

Now you?re at a low of words 'cause the cat
Got your tongue with the gat, got your mouth wide open
So who wanna, "Oh you think your The Don?"
That ain't so, now this real nigga done stepped in to let you fuckin? know

Hey, you remember that nigga Eric used to be walkin? tall
He walkin? tall, god he got 'em beat, he got them golds
He think his pockets swole
Them niggas still ain't got it goin? on

He walkin? around Capital Homes like a lil' punk ass boy
I used to give him his way all the time, he just loved talkin? shit
Now he think he walkin? tall
'Cause he goddamn made, 'Whistle While You Twurk'

Middle of the road ah, watch out for them rollas
Pimpin Glock, totas, thick like soldiers
If ya?ll aint ready, ya?ll gon' get it
You bitch ass niggas can't really fuck with it

Better watch out for them boys, steady creaping up on the map
Wherever I stop and rest, best believe I'm gon' to snap
We c?mon up with nothin' but hits now them niggas wanna hate us
We already on the top of that shit so them niggas can't break us

Drop you like a tree, sting you like a bee
You make me mad now I'm knockin? out your fuckin? teeth
We can take it to the streets, if you ready then its on
Beat you like your daddy then send your ass on

A dead man walkin?, a deaf nigga listenin?
A blind nigga lookin?, a crippled nigga flippin?
No leg nigga runnin?, a no hand nigga slap ya
That's some fucked up shit if no hand nigga slap ya

That nigga must be tellin? the truth 'cause he a no hand ass motherfucker
Tried to slap me with that motherfucker but he missed
I already knew that motherfucker wasn't shit when he first said that shit
That ol? punk ass boy

And then when that goddamn car Eric had broke down
Comin? down the street
That mother fucker just fell
That was some funny ass shit boy

Yeah, and then when we ran that punk ass nigga out from South Side?
And goddamn he ran straight up to his crib in the complete other alley
How come this motherfucker hadn't learned yet
That was some fucked up ass shit, it was funny though

It was funny to me 'cause this motherfucker think this other nigga
Gonna help him
And everybody started turnin? their back on him
I already knew he wasn't shit and he never gon' be shit
And he ain't never gon' mount to shit

Fuck the Ying Yang Twins, they ain't shit
They ain't ridin' on dubs, they ain't shit
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain't shit
They ain't shit, they ain't shit

Fuck the Ying Yang Twins, they ain't shit
They ain't ridin' on dubs, they ain't shit
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain't shit
They ain't shit, they ain't shit

Fuck the Ying Yang Twins, they ain't shit
They ain't ridin' on dubs, they ain't shit
They got them golds in their mouth, but they ain't shit
They ain't shit, they ain't shit

Fuck the Ying Yang Twins

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Bone 2 Pic (Wit U) - Lyrics - Black Diamond - Angie Stone

Title: Bone 2 Pic (Wit U)
Album: Black Diamond
Artist: Angie Stone
Composer(s): Chalmers Alford, Ali Shahe Jones-Muhammad, Angela Stone

Lyric:
Ali Shaheed, on the mix
Kickin' it with Angie Stone
Uh, take it back, take it back

Tell me, what is up with you?
Heard you got a brand new crew
Spendin' money like you rich
Tryin' a keep up with your bitch

Seems somewhere you lost your soul
'Cuz you forgot the debt you owe
Left me hangin' out to dry
But all the time I'll tell you why

'Cuz I got a bone to pick with you
Ain't nothing new under the sun
And I got a talk to have with you
So baby, if it fits, then wear the shoe

Now baby, I tried my best to see
I'm stackin' the odds at one to three
I'm givin' the benefit of doubt to you
Meanwhile I'm losing all access to you

And baby you played me like a fool
Caressing me softly with a boo
You're feedin' me lovin' lies for food
I'm waiting for one moment of truth

'Cuz I got a bone to pick with you
Ain't nothing new under the sun
And I got a talk to have with you
So baby, if it fits, then wear the shoe

You don't like this love I'm givin'
Boy, don't fake the feelin'
Keep it real with me

You're living too fast
And all around you's movin' slow, so slow
It's better to keep it cool than blow it just for show
So hold onto love if you can remember

And somewhere you lost your soul
'Cuz you forgot the debt you owed
You left me hangin' out to dry
But all the time I'll tell you why

'Cuz I got a bone to pick with you
Ain't nothing new under the sun
'Cuz I got a talk to have with you
So baby, if it fits, you better wear the shoe

Baby, there's something you should know
Whatever deed you plant will grow
But nothing will interrupt it's flow
You only get out, just what you give
Together it's not all negative
Beware of how you live

See it makes no sense to me, babe

'Cuz I got a bone to pick with you
Ain't nothing new under the sun
And I got a talk to have with you
So baby, if it fits, you wear the shoe

'Cuz I got a bone to pick with you
Ain't nothing new under the sun
And I got a talk to have with you
So baby, if it fits, you wear the shoe

'Cuz I got a bone to pick with you
Ain't nothing new under the sun
And I got a talk to have with you
So baby, so fast, just wear the shoe

'Cuz I got a bone to pick with you
Ain't nothing new under the sun
And I got a talk to have with you

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Resurrection - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
Then can roll with one hundred and forty four thousand

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Yeah Yeah U Know It - Lyrics - Keith Murray

Title: Yeah Yeah U Know It
Artist: Keith Murray
Composer(s): E Sermon, Keith Murray, Reggie Noble, J Smith

Lyric:
Just blaze, you son of a gun
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it

We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it

It go 'Lights, camera, action', you're on
"Excuse me, Murray, but your ah ah ah on"
I spit the ha, ha, ha, ha, ha, word bond
'Cuz cats out here don't be sayin' jack bone

I get raw an' explicit when I spit it on the mic
Old folks say, "That boy need the Lord in his life"
Nigga, think you can phase me?
But nigga, you must be crazy

It go, "Està loco, dame un beso"
Dominican girls, them call us Negro
I short pony, short camel toe
The reason why, man? I don't know

No matter where I go, here I go, there I go, I'm propa
An' keep shit poppin' like Orville Redenbacher
More freaky deaky wit' the speachy
I stay off the meat rag B, exactly

We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it
We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it

Sermon, bless a flow, you know, God sent me
Time is money an' my time cost like a Bentley
I'm dope, oh, yeah, you know it
Got a infrared beam, ain't scared to show it

Peep it, check my movement, this here, feel rite
Check his cap, make sure his pill rite, boy
You a fake thug wit' a deal
The only gang you represent is Sugar Hill

You cats is kittens, boy, drink this milk
Put down that Hennessey, son, ya killin' me
Dub, I snatch the corn from the children
Stashed it in ya homeboy's buildin'

Stop, he's killin' him, somebody call the cops
Yeah, call 911 an' watch no one come
That's to show how nice I am
The fifth group Russell, signed to Def Jam

We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it
We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it

In the bed, I'm the Marathon Man, Redman
Hittin' more walls than aerosol cans
Don't I? Yeah, yeah, you know it
An' when I fuck, ain't scared to show it

An' when the Brick's outta control, barricade the city
There's an outbreak in ya outta State Committee
You seen it, yeah, yeah, you know it
An' if you got it, ain't scared to show it

You want the bad guy, here I am
I got them hoes on gilla-cam
Throwin' they drawers in the ceilin' fan
You as small as a kilogram
I'm a plane ridin' over Colombia, ya' middle man

I'm the boss, Docta Binaca
Shut up all the gossip, bring the rasta
I whoop ass like Ike Turner any day
When I stomp MCs out, I yell, "Annie Mae?"

Whether I'm hot or not, pigeons gon' flock
They gon' get that wig done fa' diggin' on Doc
Find me 'round the aisle in frozen food
Because I am so cool, cool, cool, cool

We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it
We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it

We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it
We do dis' like we want to an' don't give fuck
Yeah, yeah, you know it, ain't scared to show it

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Resurrection (Paper, Paper) - Lyrics - BTNHResurrection - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Resurrection (Paper, Paper)
Album: BTNHResurrection
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Jimmy Jt Thomas, Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Flesh-N-Bone Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Where the fiends at?
Nigga
Bone Thugs
Harmony

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money

Why's my babys bangin', beefin' with me, squashed it ordained it
Better yet sustained the flurry
Hide in the fury, but the ways of a broad
Don?t mean you?ve died out of my life
I?m hurt, burn me baby, tie down

And child hood scars, crack head caused niggas
I don't know that who?d ya think you are
And here we are, steady we roll out over you
When it?s over it?s over, for the soldiers who hear me
That?ll get me in trouble

Can I be closer, stay right near me
Here we are, ain't no stars, uh huh
Can I get drunk off in some bar, without some haters sayin'
"Who do you think you are?"
When I?m sober, I go on to win it

Shit I bet they thought we fell off
Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Resurrection
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish
We in the Flesh

Remember them thuggish ruggish niggas
Gotta get down fo my thang in here
You already know when we came in here we raw
fuck what u heard and you read about us
Just believe what you saw

Till I die, I'm down to ride in the war
When you niggas get serious
Let a nigga know
Maybe then we can roll

Nigga bad to the Bone
But I sure don't click with hoes
And no bustas, hatas, or hoes when
They poppin' up at my door
I get excited, all uptight, and violent

Bitches was not invited
Put ?em in a coffin before they get me man
Krayzie, loco, insane, bang bang
Runnin' with the pump pump, no bluffin'
We buck

Nigga better realize still claim
Nineteen nine nine the nine nine
Muthafucka, fuck?em to the end and when I run out
I reloadin' and buckin' again, some mo
Nigga puttin' it down, worldwide

Them wicked bad-ass thugs
You punk niggas hate us
But we don?t trip
We still get madd ass love

I show you the rapper that's sick of this song
We'll straight up toss his ass
And if he flossin' cash and jewelry
Rip it off his ass, keep walkin' fast

Thuggish ruggish till the day that I die
Fuck it that?s all I been all of my life
It?s just T H U G we be

And it ain't no thang
Keep buckin' duckin'
Dumpin', fuckin' ?em bustas up with my gauge
We poppin' all y'all, I'm watchin' all y'all

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Time after time, everywhere I look
Everywhere I turn, niggas talkin' 'bout death
Like a nigga can?t dream of nuthin' else
But a lil bit of wealth

Tryin' to help they self
And I really can?t blame you
'Cause I do the same too
Man do what you gotta do

But what I'mma do is keep protectin' my cheddar fool
Ain't none of y'all niggas do it betta, ohh
And I'm ahead of you and y'all hate it
Only the real thugs keepin' it raw

Grippin' that heat tight, livin' that street life
Nigga I'mma let it fool round and get war
Niggas is plottin' that 2-11
That's why I got heat for Armageddon

Picture Lay on his knees and I?m beggin'
Nigga betta shoot me and send me to heaven
Fuck all the drama, I'mma just blast
Hollow point tips off in that ass

Tha slicka the nigga, that's pullin' the trigga
Is the nigga that's standin' up last
Countin' this cash, still doin' this mash
Blowin' much weed as we watch you bleed

Nigga got killed fo the love of the cheese
Now you cant do shit cause your 6 feet deep
Fuckin' with Lay is a game you shouldn't play
Even myself I could die today

I could lie, but hey it ain't worth it
Shit, ain't none of us here to stay
I'mma hold my ground
And I'mma lace my boots

So when it's time to shoot, then that's it
Screamin' out Mo Thug in this bitch
And Bone Thugs in this bitch, nigga

It?s all about money, yeah
I'mma get me some
Can't be fuckin' with niggas that ain't got none
'Cause lately y'all been actin' funny, I guess you smell some money

Get out my pockets, betta count your shit
It?s still St. Clair wig-split
Four other niggas that I run with
You don't wanna fuck with

Dollars and dollars but still we gotta get mo
Remember back in the days when we was fucked up
But not anymore
(Uh uh, no, no)
And ain't a damn thang come easy
Alot of plannin', bus rides, and Eazy

Fo cheese, believe me, believe me,
And it ain't gone stop at the end of my time
With my Bone Thug love, I'ma always get mine
And I mean that, gotta have that, paper paper
Money money, money, money

Money ain't a thang I'm gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

Money's my thang gonna get me some
Money, I'm gonna get me some
Say my nigga y'all, better get your paper
Paper, paper, paper, paper, paper

You better believe we five of the last
True soldiers standin? in command
You thought of me closin' the book
On this bitch on ya?ll, flip on y'all
I am what I am the Fifth Dawg

It?s all good,
Paper paper for the whole hood
Tell ?em I got dibs on this and kids in this
(You real as, real as shit)
Reminiscin' on my thug ass nigga Eazy-E
(Eazy-E)

Six deep in a six-double-o Benzo fo' the love of money
I gotta get the paper
I told y'all ain't a damn thang changed
'Bout the nigga they bang
My niggas, they?re down and we?ll bang your brain
Muthafucka for thinkin' he famous

We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh
We in the flesh flesh
We in the flesh

And if I can go bite the bullet
So Eazy in my Cadillac
Bend a couple of corners
Smoke out with some hoes
Now where y'all at?

21st century heroes
Two-triple-zero
Righteous ones
And wish the Howse
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Change The World (U-Neek'S Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Change The World (U-Neek'S Remix)
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, B Parker, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Tim Middleton, Stanley Howse, Anthony Henderson

Lyric:
Raising hustlas, thieves and prostitutes
Young homie think before you shoot
Murderah where will our children go
When there's no place safe where they can go?

And trouble may come and some time
You'll get pulled over by one time
And when in 1999 rewinds did'n even make any strides
Murder all around the whole world is nausiating

Everybody hating everybody over rated
Why everybody actin' agitated?
I thought we graduated back in the saddle

Waitin'
(Board)
Aboard the battle station
Hation is a birth defect and you know ain't nobody perfect
And when the curtains close, open up the door, no more, no more

See were losing this world we love
And it looks like the sinnin' won't end
So I'm reachin' high up above
Lord let your blessings begin

And let's change the world
And let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world
(World)

Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world, let's change the world
(World)

Flesh it got me ready to set off the riot
Ridin' with my trues
Humbly united gathering souls
Here we go, roll up some more phillies

My nigga let me hit it
Niggas we thuggin' immortalized
Let's get high it's them niggas you most desire
I could remember from way back in the day

Coming up out of the ghetto was a hell of a struggle
For selling the fiends llello
But it was my dream to kick flows to put my people on another level
Like it'll be for the lust
(Lust)

Or could it be for the rush
(Rush)
My niggas love when they bust
(Bust)
They steady buck and you duck
(Duck)

They'll put you deep in the dust
(Dust)
My niggas creepin' on ah, come up
(Come up)

Black nigga killa
(Killa)
Thuggish ruggish nigga
Nigga pin it nigga finna desend into a dawn of a new millennium
Anticipatin' life without satan
Hatin' and our enemies to hell, I'm sendin' 'em

And let's change the world
And let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world
(World)

Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world, let's change the world
(World)

Everyday the devil at me and I wish the Lord threw a hummer at me
I ain't happy me and Eazy-E in a B E N Z
With my niggas right next to me
It's my legacy we can't let it stop us

Unh, unh, not now
The whole world endin' up the buck buck, pow
Corruption, destruction, disaster
Everybody tryin' to rap faster than the master

Oh Lord, could you save my soul?
Nigga tryin' to go platinum around 40 years old
The Lord knows we can do this shit
It ain't no stoppin' us now 'cause we can prove this shit

Nigga me, Stew, D's P.D., Freaky-G
The whole world wanna be rappin' with me
I'm in the flesh, let's talk about sex
Babies havin' babies generation X

With the AIDS epidemic we ain't pure no more
And I know they got a cure for this shit
We ain't rich irst we lost Eazy
Then we lost Pac, Biggie got killled

When this shit gon stop?
Everybody wanna know what's goin' on with the Thuggish Ruggish
Bone, bone, bone, bone tryin' to be prepared for the Y2K
And if I don't die today, I'm tryin' to change the world

And let's change the world
And let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world
(World)

Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world, let's change the world
(World)

Wish you need a lesson you can learn from rappin'
But they try to ban it, realize that it ain't gon' happen
We done changed the world
Ghetto voices bein' heard and failed

Know it's funny, got my guns, better arm yourself
Most don't have a clue, if it goes down what to do
Don't you know this government ain't vote for me and you
I have a dream, no, I have a wish

If we can't save ourselves, then let's save the kids
Let the world go, let these babies have somethin'
Let the world go, just don't blow this muthafucka up
You kill him, he'll kill you

Some say it stupid but violence really lives where I come from
Hungry little kids where I come from
Thugs like me where I come from

See we losing this world we love
And it looks like the sinnin' won't end
So I'm reachin' high up above
Lord let your blessings begin

And let's change the world
And let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world
(World)

Let's change the world
Let's change the world
Let's change the world
(World)
Let's change the world, let's change the world
(World)

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Tha Crossroads(U-Neek Remix) - Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Tha Crossroads(U-Neek Remix)
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Steven Howse, Chris Jaser, O'Kelly Isley, Charles Scruggs, Bryon Mccane, Ernie Isley, Ronald Isley, Rudolph Isley, Anthony Henderson, Marvin Isley

Lyric:
Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone
Now tell me whatcha gonna do
When there ain't nowhere to run
(Tell me what)

(When judgment comes for you, when judgment comes for you)
And whatcha gonna do
When there ain't nowhere to hide
(Tell me what)
When judgment comes for you
('Cause it's gonna come for you)

Let's all bring it in for Wally, Eazy sees Uncle Charlie
Little Boo, God's got him and I'm gonna miss everybody
I only roll with Bone my gang look to where they lay
When playing with destiny, plays too deep for me to say
Lil' Layzie came to me, told me if he should decease, well then
Please bury me by my grand-grand and when you can, come follow me

God bless, you working on a plan to Heaven
Follow the Lord all 24/7 days, God is who we praise
Even though the devil's all up in my face
But he keeping me safe and in my place, say grace

For the case to race with a chance to face the judge
And I'm guessing my soul won't budge
Grudge because there's no mercy for thugs
Oh, what can I do, it's all about our family and how we roll
Can I get a witness, let it unfold
We living our lives to eternal our soul, aye oh aye oh

Pray and we pray and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Still we laced, now follow me roll stroll

Whether is tell of his Heaven
Come let's go take a visit of people that's long gone
Darris, Wally, Eazy, Terry, Boo
It's steadily creeping up on the family

Exactly how many days we got lasting
While you laughin we're passing, passing away
So y'all go rest y'all souls
'Cause I know I'ma meet you up at the crossroads
Y'all know, y'all forever got love from them Bone Thugs baby

Now Eazy's long gone, really wish he would come home
But when it's time to die, gotta go bye bye
All a thug could do is cry, cry, why they kill my dog and man
I miss my Uncle Charles y'all

And he shouldn't be gone in front of his home
What they did to Boo was wrong, oh so wrong, oh so wrong
Gotta hold on gotta stay strong when the day comes
Better believe Bone got a shoulder you can lean on
(Lean on)

Hey and we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday
And we pray, and we pray, and we pray, and we pray
Everyday, everyday, everyday, everyday

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody when I'm gone
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody
And I'm gonna miss everybody

Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll

Living in a hateful world sending me straight to Heaven
That's how we roll
And I'm asking the good Lord with a sigh
It's I he told me we live to die

What's up with murder ya'll, see my little cousin was hung
Somebody was really wrong, everybody want to test us dawg
Then Miss Sleazy set up Eazy to fall, you know why we sinnin'
And Krayzie intended on ending it when it ends
Wanna come again, again and again, now tell me whatcha gonna do

Can somebody anybody tell me why?
Hey, can somebody anybody tell me why we die, we die?
I don't wanna die

Oh, so wrong
Oh, wrong
Oh, so wrong
Oh, wrong

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely

See you at the crossroads, crossroads
So you won't be lonely
See you at the crossroads, crossroads

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No Shorts, No Losses - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: No Shorts, No Losses
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Bone D J U-Neek Kenny Mccloud

Lyric:
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

I'm taking a swig of the 'burb word
Downing my fifth and I swerve
Drunk as I bend on the curb
Get up to purchase some herbs
To ease up my nerves
While a nigga got rocks to serve

Heard about thugs and hustlas
But never knew none like us before
We junking them off in dumpsters
Suck these thuggish, ruggish nuts
Peep this cut

Make a nigga wanna do some dirt
Putting in work, gotta hit 'em where it hurts
Putting it down, Bone first
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse
Them worse to worst

Dog, if you wanting to test Bone
The consequences are fatal
Ready be strapped, papped wid me sawed off
Clack back 'cause I believe in me label

Ruthless and we steady be putting it down
Just for the love of money, yeah
For the love of the wasteland Claire
For the love that brought me here

Dropping piece to the double glock
Ready when the trouble knocks, pop pop ya pistol now
If a nigga wanna run up, gun up
Put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down

Harmony smooth wid the thug shit
Mo' Murda to the fool that clone
Five niggas loc'd out wid the roughness
And it's war trying crab these Bones

Bring on ya stretchers, ya dearly departed
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss bitch
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Nigga come fuck wid me now
Krayzie that nigga that pump pump
Nigga that's my daily thang
Down wid the bang bang, swanging them thangs
It really don't matter, man, insane to the brain

My niggas, so how could you ever compete with the trigger?
Bitch, if you decide you want some of this now
Bite one bid and nigga, we're coming to cut ya
Everyday be the same old
Still gotta flip on the same hoe

Niggas that be trying to study the thugs
But nigga, back up, it's a Bone thing, what?
Never taking no shorts or no losses
Creeping up outta me clik, see
'Mo' Murda', 'Mo' Murda' and Ouija will be with me
Creeping on a come up doing it for the love of money

Stalking gat fools walking jack moves
Ready to pap you if we have too
Remember me, no surrender
Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin
Me no pretender
Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossing
Niggas all up in them coffins
They don't know when they run up, I gun 'em
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is
See, pop, pop let 'em drop

Mo' Thug, them niggas is nothing but killas
We creeping, we needing mo' money
We sick and we cold and we hungry
(Huh)
I'm loving my thugstas
My clik consist of nothing but hustlas
The nigga you know that'll hurt ya

Serve and murda all bustas now
Hard times, gotta grind, get mine
Even if it means pap, that's ya life
And a nigga gotta die by the sword
The gauge, my nine and my knife

Cocking, I pump my slugs all up in ya, now what?
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga
Ain't no favor, trigger, you fall
It's Wish Bone, no shorts, gotta get mine
Yeah, it's my time
Me and my thugs smoking, choking
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Remember when that dog jumped out of the Darkside
Come creep in the barrel, bitch, if you test my hood
It'll be your loss, even if you bring your click
Get tossed and it'd do you no good

Can't fuck wid my gang, no thang
And the bullets they ring out
Strangle the man and drug 'em up off the Claire
We strip 'em and beat they brains out

I gotta give Ps to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to lose
Tripping and sipping on brews and acting a fool

Mo' Thug be loving to smoke mo bud
Fiend for the green leaves
Nigga, quick, pull out them trees
I pull out me cheese
Now gimme now what me need

Remember, me killa cap peeler
Still a realer nigga and I'm on to dig ya
So bitch if ya run up, I'm bound to rip ya
Me put in me work, pulling me bullets, it hurt
Better run to chalk it
Digging ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man

Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Bone, come break 'em down
Taking no shorts, no losses, man
Way down, way down

Bone, y'all Bone, nigga, that's starting some shit up, what?
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All of my muthafuckas show they nuts and guts
Running up out the cut, pumping bucks

Ready ta fuck you up, must bust them
And steady be dumping thugging on the Claire, oh, yeah
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping wid playas
When me forty four let go, feeling the glock, glock roll
95th gunning outta the window
We peeping out the few coming outta the back do'

Hang, on the Darkside ride,
Pick up your tec and let fly, why?
I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and running from the holice
Jumping that barbed wire fence

Hitting the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazing
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up, up on me
Turn around and face 'em
Pump, pump and fade 'em now

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What Would U Do - Lyrics - Tha Dogg Pound

Title: What Would U Do
Artist: Tha Dogg Pound
Composer(s): Delmer Drew Arnaud, Cordozar Broadus, Ricardo Brown, Jewell Caples, Dwight De Lemon Williams

Lyric:
Yeah, back up in yo ass with a twenty sack
Don't wanna fuck with me
(Dogg Pound gangstaz)
We do it like that
Motherfuckers out there be like, takin' our styles
Be trying to do they own little dissing
But they can't do it, you know, so we gonna, do it like this
Sit back relax and get a cool one

Have you ever heard of a slughter? I oughta start dippin'
Sippin' on that S T get's me to trippin'
I don't slips, I bangs with that mad ass Dogg Pound gang
It's a DPG thang, Kurupt from the S.C
You wanna test me, let's see if you'll survive .45 times
Like a hollow point headed for your dome
Take a couple of steps, turn around and it's on
Couldn't withstand the murderous mental

I subdue and then take two to your temple
When I cause holocoust from what's spittin'
Niggaz collapse and when the straps is clickin'
Look, this is how it's done nigga
(One, two, three)
I grab my strap, you best run nigga
I gives a fuck, Kurupt's the kingpin of the click
Littlest G, with the biggest dick

Shit, a motherfucker betta recognize
With a twist of my wrist like O.J. you all die
I snack on motherfuckers like a bone
Known to be the shit upon the microphone

Ever since I was bown, not to ever love a bitch
Learned game after game, that's why we are the best
Motherfuckers be gankin' styles minute after minute
But soon as you did it I smelled the niggaz shitted

Now what would u do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't, so don't even think about
Steppin' in the motherfuckin' house

Now what would u do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't, so don't even think about
Steppin' in the motherfuckin' house

Bitches butterfly all day, while I steady make my pay
Every single day in the LBC
Cruisin' through the East side, me and Lil' Style
When I back up a green six-fo' bustin' free styles

There's no escape, give me the papes and the tape case
How much money can a nigga make in one place?
The review, ain't shit new
You stupid motherfuckers can't fuck wit' my crew

I see all these niggaz tryin' to get with my kin folk
Get so many busters on the West Coast and then to say the least
I see a few trick ass niggaz layin' low on the East Coast
And the question is asked

Do you wanna rap, scrap or blast to that nigga Daz
I'll be the first one to him 'em
Oh yeah, fuck B.G. Knockout and every nigga down with him
'Cuz I'm a natural born killer
And I steal a half, motherfucker 'cuz it's like that

Now what would u do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew

There's so many motherfuckers that I can include
Whose quick to blast motherfuckers in a feud
It doesn't make a difference 'cuz it's about
Who's the quickest on the draw to end all existence

For instance, let's take these Ruthless fools
These Ruthless fools and the Pound in one room
Assume, it's only for conversation, so let's
Conversate slip a nigga the .38 then dip
Empty out the clip
Mind on stead-trip, 'cuz niggaz talk shit

Now if a nigga had a prayer before a nigga died
Would the nigga be dead or would he stay alive?
And if I was in your shoes, would I survive?
Probably not, you'd probably let your glock go pop
Now drop, to your knees
And picture Dat Nigga Daz flowin' in the breeze
(Flowin')

Now what would u do?
If you could fuck with me and my crew
But you can't, so don't even think about
Steppin' in the motherfuckin' house

From the twitch of the eyes
You can see the line, just know it when you see it
'Cuz it messes up the flow to the real fillings y'know
And I'd rather be sipping on a glass of wine
Can you feel yourself in the room with Everlast
Trying to steal a flow, I don't think so
Cock-blockers come with their hearts beating jealousy

In the way like a stray dog
Trying to climb, every bitch on his arm
Cock-blockers, come in every color
Even blue, now this is true
Trying to fuck your woman and even you
Now what the fuck would u do, motherfucker?

What would u do? Mmm
What would u do? What would u do?
What would u do?
If you could get with me and my crew

The weak ones stick and move
What would u do if you could get with my crew?
Why don't u tell me what?
Tell me what u would do if you could get with
The weak ones stick and move

What would u do if you could get with my crew?
Me and my crew, with me and my crew
What would u do? What would u do?
What would u do, if you could get with my crew?

What would u, what would u do
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would u do?
Would you get caught with your pants down?

What would u do?
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would u do?
Would you get caught with your pants down?

What would u do?
If you could get with the Dogg Pound?
What would u do?
If you get caught with your pants down?

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Unit - Salute U - Lyrics - Beg For Mercy - G

Title: Unit - Salute U
Album: Beg For Mercy
Artist: G
Composer(s): John P Eugenio, Christopher Lloyd, David D Brown

Lyric:
General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

I'm ready for combat, a soldier on the front lines
Take it to the streets, nigga, mothafucker punch line
It only take one time for you to send a death threat
And watch these bullets have that ass sinkin' like Keith Sweat
You ain't met me yet, I been camouflaged in the bushes
And I'm co-signin' fifty 'cause them niggas all pussy
Bustin' shots at ya convoy, you don't want war
No surrender, no retreat, this is Vietnam, boy
Check my war wounds, I done took a couple for the team
Only niggas that been on the battlefield know what I mean
Take cover, we comin' pullin' pins out of grenades
You won't make it to the General without gettin' sprayed
Might as well say hello to my brand new little friend
Only time he come out to put holes in grown men
You can send your troops and get 'em all blown back
Walk up on 'em wit a deuce deuce, and nigga hold that

General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

Look nigga, I suggest you go home
'Cause I won't hesitate to let the chrome touch ya
Nigga, I'm never scared like bone crusher
Stand alone, provide my own supper
Tell ya baby momma stop comin' around here or I'm gon' fuck her
We'll try to take up for them lames around you
He'll get shots for free like I flagrant fouled you
I'm on the road blowin' grade A haze and brown
Got niggas runnin' like the KKK's around
My album's comin', a new year's approachin'
My buzz gettin' bigger, a few ears is open
Can your team play in the game, without you here to coach 'em?
There's a very fine line between a boo and a ocean
Sometimes I'm in Atlanta where the big head bounce
And you could come, but after you give Banks head bounce
These niggas really want war, 'cause if so put on your vest
'Cause all you gotta do is just say, "Yes"

General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

General, I salute you
I put a hole in any nigga tryin' to shoot you
It ain't nothin' 'cause loyalty's what I'm used to
And what I don't do I'll have one of my troops do
Nigga, we'll kill you

G Unit's like the Firm
'Cause you can get in, you can't get out
This is G Unit life right here, know what I'm sayin'
We used to sell drugs, you know bust guns and all the other
Now we're laid back, now we doin' us, we live it up
Fifty got us right, got us kicked up right now

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Down '71 (The Getaway) - Lyrics - E. 1999 Eternal - Bone Thugs N Harmony

Title: Down '71 (The Getaway)
Album: E. 1999 Eternal
Artist: Bone Thugs N Harmony
Composer(s): Tony-C Bone D J U-Nee

Lyric:
Playa hatin' ass muthafuckas man fuck dat man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no muthafuckin' weed in court
Man fuck dat man they got my nigga man that shit ain't cool man
"Okay order in the court" The people versus Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Case number C601999 will the defendant please stand
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy Bone? No man
You know the muthafucka did it
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair

We had to get 'em up wid two thugs
Runnin' side by side wid number one
Murda mo drop my guage on 'em
When the po-po chase

If they catch me barehanded, I'm done
Rip's gripping the six shot pump, so spill it
Copper lettin' the lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught

Little Layzie blew his head off get him up, and get up
The bullets they start to get lit up
Number one best start duckin' wid ah gun already buckin'
Bust me lead on the double glock 'n

Where the fiends roll up for rocks 'n
This perfect getaway, from the pigs when I peel and I hit the fences
Rippin' up the trench and I'm bailing while they trailing
Better in hell than in the cell and it ain't no telling

Where the coppers be dwelling
One had spotted me, pick up ah piece and shot a me
But, I practice what I preach and see that these slugs
Up in his body got him, run, wid smoke coming

From the barrel ah, me gun
Hit the bend, oh what the dum, dum I got yum
Yummed on the dead end they set in, then they lead in
They wanting me off in the coffin

Cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin' I went unconcious
From the stompin' taking ah loss and waking up in the coffin
And without no stallin' cell I was tossed in to be arreigned at dawning
Looking in the eyes of a judge, he knew right where to put that thug

Made to be so, wid no parole In the hole but I won't budge
Sent me to deathrow, watchin' the time by fly past
But Rip'll be sittin' mindless never spineless, in silence

Hoping I die fast, but chill, never do, sleepa
Gotta get put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat ya, so peep out the creep or
The reaper will meet ya

Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher wid ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, wid that Mack-10

Little nigga Rip, had to empty the clip
Gotta pump them slugs up in them cops
Steady made 'em drop glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double glock

Back from hell and ready to bail
Time to hit they trail 'cause they wanted my nigga fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade, I'ma go inside the squad
Gettin' ready for the rumble

When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me guage in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshots

'Cause them can't fade me guage
Gotta bust them souls in the grave
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved
I'm bucking, little Ripster reinforcements comin' in faster
Blast give my nigga double Zs the Mack-10

Lettin' the gun gun blaze on they ass
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
Mack-10s, sawed off eruptions, got plenty ammunition
No missing listen destruction, I'm bustin'

'Cause I'm making that getaway, bound to getaway
Niggas got to escape and it's never to late
When you dash and tryna' break
Nigga just can't test the Bone fate

We steadily runnin' duckin'
Comin' up to the front door barri-caded
And I pulled ah grenade, tossed to the door, let it explode
And we made it, creepin' in the courtyard

So Krayzie feelin' safety coming
Hittin' the fence and jump in it quick
From Krayzie's tech-9 bullets humming

Well it seems as if them two boys Bizzy and Layzie
Done got theyselves into another jam
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one

Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go
They done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches is got him sittin' on deathrow

Scoping out the tower peeping the scene
So when my niggas trail
Screaming out one eighty seven and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell, it's all over now

How my nigga number one disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' ah Bible mission for survival nigga so I creep the
Tech millimetre, somebody done pull the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin' Bone, sprayed off the tech

Gotta let 'em know which way was on
We got gone but them police was pullin' up quick nigga what's up
Quick bust in first when he hit that fence niggas got cut the fuck up
We steady bucking, steady duckin' buckin' while I was jumpin'

All we was thinking is don't get caught
Nigga like me get the gun running
Gunning fronting wid thugs gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs, put 'em in the mud

And all across my face was the red that lay in blood
Dodging the who, make the gun flip wid ah swoo
Bailing back on wid my troops
I'm runnin' wid 4 crazy niggas

That's down wid they niggas they ain't scared to shoot
Now I'm rolling, no more than ah half ah mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone, we load glocks
And squeeze say fuck all these road blocks

Busted ah you, then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the swish and I push the button
That boy came out the trunk and
Put it in drive see that Souljah boy bucking

Back in the other direction, Po-po came quick then heat up
Niggas blast at each other, open up they doors
And they get they feet up
I jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood

'Cause I'm headin' straight for the woods
So the niggas they follow behind me
We getaway smooth, ah nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout

Wait until midnight till we ride out, hit ah car so we can drive out
While we waited we all got fried out, fool
If youse a thuggish ruggish thug nigga scream mo
Took one ah my niggas off deathrow now we got one mo to go

St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire
St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire, St.Claire

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