Bone Thugs-n-Harmony Album

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We're not against rap. We're not against rappers.
But we are against those thugs [thugs, thugs, thugs].
Shatasha:
Oh, it's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.
Layzie:
You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up,
hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel, just be thuggin',
straight buzzin', lovin' your peoples 'cause we so real.
Chill, better bring your weapon, when steppin',
bring on that ammunition, trip and don't slip,
not to mention, never knew no competition.
But I gotta get mine, so scream out, "Mo!" and let me hear ya holler,
not about that mighty dollar, roll with the Bone,
mo' thugs will follow.
Chain gang remainin' the same,
flamin' my dank and drinkin' brew,
thinkin' about that hangin', clockin' my bank,
and thuggin' trues, fools.
Shatasha:
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.
Wish:
Get ready for the Bone and the Mo Thug, bustas,
you know me as a hustla.
Try to creep and get beat,
make me succeed, peep, gotta put them under.
Strate Jacket's gotta make that money, man.
It's still the same, now, bailin' in my black, trench vest.
You gotta be down to bang bang.
Come and get this teachin', ya soldiers,
how thugstas must stack. Me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack,
With the rock on our way back.
Shatasha:
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.
Krayzie:
Now follow me, now, roll, stroll, off deep in the Land.
Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain,
(Rose), loc'in',
steady chokin' off that potent smoke and runnin' from the po-po, now.
Gotta get 'em up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock.
Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas.
Puff, puff, puff to the brain shot,
love P.O.D.'ded and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk.
Olde English, really don't need it,
but in case my trues wanna get drunk.
They pump Bone, so leave 'em alone--you don't wanna get shut down.
Thug runnin' the nine-quat,
and you better believe they be wantin' this thug style, so what now?
See the Bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up.
Sit back and just smoke to the same cut,
Leather Face on the creep, and I came up.
Shatasha:
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.
Bizzy:
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 Heart run up,
nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then,
mistakin' they bloody victims.
Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put 'em to rest, and,
but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest,
and gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge,
mud, drug me victim.
The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me,
keepin' it simple,
the Bone in me runnin' with thugs so, to the temple,
buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's. St. Clair P's,
to appeal to the G's, and a buck to all my enemies.
Shatasha:
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.
We've got Layzie and'a Krayzie.
Bizzy's in the house. Wish is in the house,
and Flesh, and Shatasha.
Cleveland's definitely in the house.
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone.

Bizzy

My nigga just entered your business,
So can I get a witness?
Can you duck? Fuck the po - po, pow
Startin' to kick this, gonna get my shit, and then you fucked up
Me buck. Me bang. Niggas ain't talkin' 'bout them thangs.
Thugs remain, hang, swang with a click tight claim.
Come again, now.
They drop down,
When I'm off the block,
Fuck them cops.
Me and Krayzie
Runnin' through the Boneyard, daily.
Gotta give 'em up to the glock - glock,
So I can serve me thugs and maintain.
To the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs
Long live the dope game, and it won't end ya,
As long as my niggas remember: no pretender
Get right up off the Clair, nigga, Fuck it. No surrender.

Chorus :

No Surrender 2x

Layzie :

Not wantin' the copper to hit me a lick up,
Found me a victim to stick up, pick up,
Rollin' the nine - ball, slippin'
That's why me trippin'
Bloody victim,
Get him when the time calls, dog
Take two - eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well,
Then Bone's fuckin' with the hoes,
Here comes them po - pos.
Nigga, that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on,
Bone get gone, hit a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on.
Jump outta the hottie, move me body,
Hittin' them cuts and trails, runnin' like we lunatics,
Gotta make it back to Hazel daily
Escape and eludin' the chase.
Buckin' me gauge, so nigga, remember:
Me killa, me no surrender.
Me killa, me killa, me killa...

Chorus 2x

Wish :

Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and I'm dead,
'cause I'm killin' all your bitches, turnin' them blue suits red.
And then I'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up,
Because I know that's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up.
Cop killas, all up in they chest, and
I know what to do with that vest, man
Twenty - two shots. I killa.
You don't wanna fuck with Bone, nigga.
And it really ain't shit to pull a trigger on a copper,
'cause if I go down, some of y'all goin' down,
'cause I'm goin' down poppin, so motherfuck all coppers,
Let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet I pop ya.

Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop
Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop. Pop

Krayzie :

Ya better believe it's judgement day.
So, nigga, just throw your pumps up in the air.
Now kill 'em, kill 'em copper, like ya just don't care.
When they come, they come creepin'
Me peepin'
Gotta watch them po - pos sleepin'
Put 'em in deep in gutters. Me keepin'
'til a me rich and gotta get mine, everytime
This'll be over in nine nine.
So, nigga, get down for the crime,
Gonna be more coppers dyin' in the line
Fuckin' with thugs
When I be slangin' my drugs,
Tryin' to cuff me and my nigga boy, gotta rip them guts,
And lay your head in blood.
Better check yourself next time you test and try to smoke a nigga.
Bitch, remember: me killa. Me no surrender.
Me no surrender. Nigga, me no surrender.
Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya.
Me no surrender. Don't make me put one in ya.
Me no surrender.

Chorus till end

[Layzie]
Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood
Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up
Niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death
Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up
Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady
Call me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little Layzie
Nigga don't wanna fight
runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs
Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show ya
Faded a nigga that stepped up. Let's slip in some shit
See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass
had to blast that click-click
Sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave
Puttin' them souls up off in them graves
dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed
Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain
Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no pain
Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept
And I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin'
danglin' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest
But you shoulda wore a vest, fool, 'cause the Bone don't front
Nigga check or get wrecked
Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC
Loc'd out with the khakis and high techs
Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money, man
Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang

[Flesh]
We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's
known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage
(Off in the rag), gettin' my serve on
So, leave 'em alone. They come
They need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blown
Lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on
You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh
I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda
You're runnin' up eye to eye with death
Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss
and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin
Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em
(winnin'/greetin') 'em with me nine, runnin' with thugs
And hustlas and murderin' 'em every time

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang

[Bizzy]
Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper
reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper
Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter
Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver
When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta
Buck 'em. Buck 'em. Motherfuck 'em
Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas
So back up off me. No stack won't let me slip
When a nigga start to step, the weapon, put 'em in the graveyard
Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta
Quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, nigga
My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast
Get up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash
Me can killa for free for homies and family
Tell 'em to see me, that realer nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers
It don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop
Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug
You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas
Blood, me fillin' 'em ? me murder. I show no mercy
Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see

[Krayzie]
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked
Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it
Now, nigga, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click
And now Leatherface takin' your life so ya best stay back
Tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash
Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs
And I claim and hang with Ts, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves
Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these. Come, nigga, meet my hood
And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta
He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch
Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run
So the po-po don't catch up--nigga can't be arrested
One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're feelin' 187
Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and nigga that pick up Mossberg
The quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman
That's all you heard

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang

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