Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - E. 1999 Eternal Album Lyrics

[DJ U-Neek]
Welcome to the dark side......

[playing in reverse throughout Bizzy's intro]
It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone..

[Bizzy Bone]
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, than slipped the clip in,
mistakin' the bloody victims
Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and ... [fades away]

[DJ U-Neek]
Buck buck buck blow
Ha ha ha hah ha ha ha haa
Right back at your motherf*cking ass
Comes those real true thugs
Straight out the double glock,
Puttin' it down for the motherf*ckin' land
Taking no shorts no losses
Puttin' it on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass niggas,
You betta tell 'em what's real bitch
Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5
I bring to you the one and only...
Bone Thugs N Harmony

Nigga this St. Claire... [echoes]

[Chorus]
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin them bodies undaground

[Verse 1: Bizzy Bone]
It'll be all about that llelo bank roll
Betta make that money man, dead wrong
Put it on the low betta beat them hoes
Gotta get them demons off me
Creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul
And sleepin' ain't good to go now
When I'm wll rollin' off those
'N betta watch the do'
Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'
None ah them thugs I bails wid
Put ah trail ah twelve guage shells
Bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11
12-guage and the AK-47 spray
Let the Ripster kill 'em now
Put 'em off in the grave daily
When the slugs start crawl up in ya
Well I roll wid realer niggas
Pop pop drop to the sound and to ground
Lit 'em up to kill ya

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
Them St. Claire thugs we love
When they pumpin' them slugs now what,
See them duck from the scum
When I dug them enemies deep in the muddy drug
Don't run wid them
Choose snooze you lose
And left in the alley fa f*cked up
What's up wid them shoes ooh they knew
So we runnin' offa my dog's truck
Bust ah left at the block and what'da ya know
All ah the po-po they follow
Cuff ah guy and see him layin' behind the store
But nigga remember my motto
No surrender, gotta get away hit the fence wid the quickness
Hit the other side and I swing to the right
Running through the gutta hit '95,
Peel, bending for safety we make it and chill
Gotta make ah mil but ah nine kick off for real
Nigga drop that bill or I pop my steel
Ain't no competition don't f*ck wid my clik
And so listen you bitches stay trippin' it's okay
When we stickin' and lickin' them pockets
So droppa that dolla man glocka holla bang
Thuggin' wid ah thug nigga smoking blunts
Nigga don't stiff on no weed smoke it off
Cause nigga you know when the pockets get ride
I'ma run and get ah sack and come choke wid ch'all

[Verse 3: Layzie Bone]
Now you f*ckin' wid these thuggish killas
Creepin' up outta the land and they ready to ride
Gettin' high of thai
My niggs in the land got glocks fa days on the 9-9
Betta kill 'em all dog
Bed make as they fall wid the 12-guage you bustin' on niggas
So what now, come nigga get buck pow
And not only that get shut ta f*ck down
And I'm talkin' bout niggas that wanna contend wid the thugstas
Some nigga done f*cked up
Neva no playa hataz in the clik touch loud and we neva no bustaz
Neva catch ah nigga sleep
Hear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland dwell
Daily collectin' me mail
And I meet you in hell if all else fails
Oh well

Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin' that body underground

East nineteen ninety nine my niggas

Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little nigga on da grind
Gotta get mine doing my crime,
With two in here,
Steady stackin' my ends
Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9,
Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with real
Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone
Little Wally, high rollers and he wonder why niggas so strong
Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love
Kept a nigga on his toes in the game
It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang,
Gotta make a grand at least daily man
Them Cleveland hustlers never no busters thug to the heart
We niggas from the land fool, and the old school,
Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
F*ckin' wid Trues rest in peace
Little nigga Ripster stress that Bone love
Smokin' on bud, cause a nigga Mo Thug
Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number one with ya gun so run run
Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from
Slangin' them dumb dumb dumb dums

Niggas it's going down, up in the C-Town
Get 'em up with the thug and the nigga with the bud, got the fifth rose,
For the niggas that close hit 'em up with the forty reasons
Nigga roll up the Buddha,
Smoke it all up nigga don't stiff on the reefer
Mo runnin' up outta the club with this
Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper creeper
Strip as you hear the double glock glock
With the me rocks cocked sweatin' me bad,
Coppers better drop when the gunshots pop glock top
Hit the body and the bullshit stop
Whenever them troublin' us,
Where the po-po niggas roll solo split up and swerve
Krayzie take caution,
Take out my llelo and tossed it
Send 'em in the road to the curb
Running, ducking, jumping,
Up in the land my niggas is crazy,
Me slangin' with 'nough 'nd me bang on the block, and nigga this daily,
Who the nigga wid the 12-gauge (Pump)
Mr.Sawed-Off Leatherface so you better pray
Eternally thugsta,
East nine-teen ninety nine, real thugs from the jump, uh

Gotta give peace to the SCTs
And the one big thug on the glock,
Pump blast for the cash
Then I mash the gas gotta dash away from the cops
Not lettin' no pause
Steadily flippin' up rows
Rippin' up flesh with six dogs
That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs
And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas
F*ck them po-po, all a dem bodies we burn, burn
And I guess that hood'll never learn
Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm
When I'm on a mission for my set-ty
Pick up my niggas be peelin' out with me
Roll up me window me wind blow f*ck up my indo
I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-gauge
I empty, me scandalous niggas are pon de loose
But it's no f*ckin' wid the family
Now feel it nigga understand me
Much love much bud for them St.Claire thugs
East ninety nine is where ya find me
Slangin' them motherf*ckin' drugs

Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun
They know that me noddin' they head off
And I gots to have me fun
Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin'
You studio gangsta bitch trick
Niggas'll get beat
I'm handlin' the shit
And I split in the midst of the darkness,
Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin' a hoe check
Betta check ya Rolex,
Ya timed now fa givin' up respect
Ta them SCTs from CLE the scandalous niggas that dwell
Hell offa the Forscythe and bail,
Leavin' a trail a the body victims
The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin'
As if and if and they find
They may give me time instead a me trippin'
We flippin' the scripts on over
See the Bone a be never sober
Niggas told ya triggas showed ya
East nine nine, five soldiers

Want to run red rum try to run and get away
But it's just to late,
Watch out buckshots when I come buck buck
Betta guard that f*ckin' face
Dumpin' them slugs on you fools
Rollin' wid me Trues, drinkin' brews,
Don't start no shit we come equipped
So niggas stay cool, one eighty seven,
You think that you going to heaven,
Put slugs all up in that chest dunn,
To hell is where you be dwellin'
Popping a clip in them bodies me dumpin'
Watchin' you fall to the pave
With me nine milli pumpin'
Puttin' dem bodies all off in dem graves

Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run

(East) east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
(East) east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
(East) east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
(East) east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
(East) east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
(East) east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
(East) east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine
(East) east nineteen ninety ninety nine nine nine nine

Where you from nigga?

[Layzie Bone]
Straight from the muthaf*ckin' land ah the heartless
Five true thugs from the double glock
Ready ta pop to the dome, eternally it's on
Yeah,

[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]

Staright Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire
Test this hustla betta not dare
We talkin' about distributing llelo
Little Layzie beat it
Daily collectin' me bank roll
Rollin' wid Trues, nothing to lose
Never the less ain't about that talking
Screamin' out murda coming ta serve ya
Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking)
Number one assassin
Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-guage eruption
Let loose wid ah buckshot blastin'
Bone up outta the cut and we buckin'
Eternally here to stay in the khaki suits and the high tec boots
Oops I'm comin' wid troops, fools
Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot
Blazin' and burnin' my grain
This year the same I crept and I came
Niggas that fell off that thought they could hang
Givin' up slang tryna' f*ck wid ah chain gang BANG!
Str8 land ah the heartless
Where the thugs be thinkin' ah execution
Str8 prosecution little Lay go buck and start the fusion

[Hook:]

Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
I swang wid ah clip tight clan
Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun
Swang wid ah clip tight clan

[Verse 2: Bizzy & Krayzie Bone]

Come and follow me hollow point snub slug
Pullin' me body underground
Put 'em in the grave they lay away down
Claire Claire stay down
I'm one ah the thuggest muthaF*CKAS in yo city
Under me strap packed
Ride, ready me pap pap in broad daylight
You wid me roll well roll till the Bone drop hit that hydro
That's the way that we deal
That's the way that we steal
Well I really keep that high on, my mind ride,
Ride to the darkside feel the darkness
East ninety nine, mine the thugs I luvs 'em heartless
Yeah follow me now ride ride follow me commit some
You can run but won't escape the lie
So many tried but died

[Verse 3: Krayzie Bone]

Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets
Ain't tryna' get scared or we all ah get sprayed
Gotta get away when the po-pos chase me
So me, runnin' wid me guage
Bang bang put 'em in ah coffin
Buck buck droppin' them bodies
(Come again) dumpin' them bodies
(Runnin' then) we finna posse
Thug what check out the glock glock
We to poetic for swang
Niggas claim they came and remain
Smoke bud all day and maintain
They come they gun they run
From the po-po jump the fence
Hit 95th and now
Nigga let's roll some shit
Let's smoke out quick befo' anyone ah them
That's them the po-po back up on me
Nigga me f*cked up now
Little time they screamin' on 6-5
That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now
Little nigga playin' wid them police in the Claire
Get 'em up wid, beware I take
Nigga need some weed
That's funny I ain't got no money
Nigga put me down,
Swing to the bud stops for some brews
Really don't drink but it's for me Trues
Four crazy niggas wid nuthin' to looooose.

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Wish Bone]

I'm from the C-Town we beat 'em
Thug niggas done straight came up,
Nigga wanna test must rest
Buckshots all in that chest he's f*cked up,
Killas from the nigga that's realer
In wid that Claire
Bendin' that dunn
Pop when they run dunn
Bodies gon' fall my Cleveland niggas what's up
Ya down for that thang gotta gang bang bang if you have to,
Beat ah nigga down in any town,
But don't let me catch ya
Mentality straight from the C-Town
Where everyday niggas get beat down
Betta think before you run up
I gun up but I think keep peep this game now
To the niggas that's just gone by that f*ckin' wid Bone
Swang widda clip tight clan
It's all eternally flossed out
Nigga that's Bone.......

[Hook]
[til' fade]

[Bizzy]
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)

Really be off and inna the coffin
And uhh, follow his grave,
Follow me murderous guage
Follow me murderous ways
Steadily pumpin' as me killas kill ya
Pop more ah silencer,
Pop pop outta the window we roll
Let the Ripster reel up off 'em
Better of this way,
Tossed off in the coffin and bagged,
Slang on the darkside man,
Bang on the darkside man,
Land ah the thuggish ruggish city will it reveal,
But I went back to my land wid ah 12-guage Mossberg pump
Big shells, you bloody murda murda comin' ta serve ya
Runnin' wid gangstas that's suppose
And to rip the roads is how we roll

[Krayzie Bone]
Cause it's on and I crept and I came up
Remember that killa the nigga named Leatherface
Now if you ah thug nigga pick up ya pump and buck it
Put ah bitch up in the gutter f*ck it,
Nigga we judged and we f*cked and we shuttin' this rap thang down
Neva takin' no shorts or losses man
No way no how no foul thang now,
I steadily thinkin' and then if I changed my daily thang
Nigga don't hang wid the phony busta niggas,
Only roll wid thugstas killas
Pick up me gun and me stick and me stuck
And me murda them everytime now,
Bodies be dumped off in dumpstas execution double nine style
Hey, say give it up to the niggas
Who steady be slangin' that llelo, bank-roll,
When the po-po roll that's when you lay low,
When the po-po roll that's when you lay low,
When the po-po roll that's when you lay low

[Layzie Bone]
Nigga shoulda seen the Bone done came and touched down
Came up wid that thang and me creepin' up outta me hometown
Me hate to be leavin' the glock glock nine
But I'm livin' so low down Bone gotta roll out,
We livin' like Trues,
Give it up to tha bang, always stay down for my thang
And I still remain the same,
Never gon' change I'ma hood I claim,
Nigga done jumped in the game
And straight up confusion cause niggas be shady,
Nigga still gotta watch his back daily
Even mo' lately, but they can't break little Layzie,
So ah nigga stay phat cause I gotta get paid
The buddah it run me forever me blaze
Thuggin' in my murderous ways
Crazin' ah guage let the buckshots spray
We shoot to this day,
No shorts or no losses was meant nigga now play (Bottom line niggas)
And Cleveland in yo face,
And nigga we rollin' wid Ruthless in the nine,
For the pain for the gain,
For the love of money f*ck the fame
We peeped game we crept and we came

[Hook:]
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)

[Wish Bone]
Bone crept and we came wid ah gang bang
Told you get down for them thangs man
But Bone still kick it wid the same Trues
Thuggin' on the glock glock ain't shit change
Buck 'em f*ck 'em put 'em in the ground way down, lay down
Busta, nigga don't be tryin' no dumb shit
Bone still be pumpin' them daily slugs at ya,
Creepin' up outta the hood,
Rolled to the West Coast wid this rap shit nigga made good
Thinkin' on the nine-nine reachin' for my nine
Reachin' for your shit wish you would,
Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em in the body bag
Nigga down fo' yo cash nigga that's yo life
Nigga it's like that when my shit clap
One to the temple straight to the mind
Bailin' down the Claire gettin' much love, needing mo bud,
Gotta sell me some dum dum smoke
Me meaning that yum yum dope
And it ain't shit to swang some thangs
Puttin' my guage in your throat

Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)

[Flesh N Bone]
Ah nigga stay down for my thang bang
Sendin' me bullets up in the brains ah the bustas,
Hustlas so nigga never trust us we the muthaf*ckin' thugstas
Strugglas 12-guage pumpstas, takin' no shorts or no losses
Nigga the fifth dog, no tame swang (gotta get mark)
Insane, so many hoes done took ah loss,
Nigga get tossed by the boss
And I'm off the hook when I put it down Bone,
Wanna f*ck wid ah thug ya wrong,
All around they lay when I spray that chrome,
Bullets they fly, niggas they die
I'm coming up willing to ride got mine
East ninety nine off inna that crime
Where the thugstas find they time to grind,
Droppin' ah dime, packin' ah nine, and ready to bang
Pullin' the triggas to blow out ya brain,
Bone gotta gain man we crept and we came
We crept and we came
We crept and we came
We crept and we came.......

[Krayzie Bone]
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill,)
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill,)
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)

Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
Stalkin' gat fools walking jack moves
Ready ta pap you if we have to daily,
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill,)
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill,)
(Bailin' for safety we make it and chill)

Player hatin' ass motherf*ckers man f*ck that
Man put that shit out man
You ain't 'posed to be smokin' no motherf*ckin' weed in court
(Man f*ck that man they got my nigga)
Man that shit ain't cool man
(Okay order in the court)

[Woman]
The people versus Bone Thugs N Harmony
Case number C601999

[Judge]
Will The defendant please stand,
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter
Before sentencing Bizzy Bone?

[Bizzy]
No man
You know the motherf*cker did it

[Judge]
Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair

(Some guy laughs)

[Bizzy Bone]
We had to get 'em up with two thugs
Runnin' side by side with number one
Murder mo drop my gauge 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' with 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 dumb dumb 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 unconscious,
From the stompin' taking ah loss, and waking up in the coffin,
And without no stallin'
Cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawning,
Looking in the eyes of a judge,
He knew right where to put that thug
Made to be so, with 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

[Layzie Bone]
Bailin' on ah mission, flippin' the script
Betta check what the wind just blew in
Betta think again, it's a preacher with ah grin
On ah mission for revenge, with 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 gauge in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster all I was thinkin'
When I see them busters scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshot's
Cause them can't fade me gauge,
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 they selves into another jam
(Well I'd love to see them boys get they self outta this one)

[Krayzie Bone]
Soon as I went in the smoke, rollin' real fast like a dog
And began with a rage and the gauge 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 f*ck 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 with 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 with ah swoo,
Bailing back on with my troops,
I'm runnin' with 4 crazy niggas
That's down with 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 f*ck 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 you'se 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) [Repeat: x4]

[Hook: Krayzie (Layzie)]

Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector,
Needin' me money, no ease up tonight,
(See niggas can't stand us, so they label us scandalous)
And if them runnin' off with me cash,
That ass gonna have to pay the price,
(Meet a muthaf*ckin' po-po; gotta hit 'em with the fo'-fo')

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]

Don't be f*ckin' with my money, nigga no,
See when Krayzie pull the pump, then I kill 'em all.
Pump slugs, when blood hit the wall, watch 'em fall,
Now dog who ya gonna call?
Puttin' niggas in the coffin where they probably better off
And Leatherface is not a punk bitch so a nigga just can't f*ck me,
Nigga better have me cash,
Or I kill his whole family when the twelve gauge pump blast,
now test me,
Never ever let a nigga ride when he think he fin to slide,
Pop him in the spine, get him for the money,
Nigga tried to play me and dash,
And that's why me thugs should put slugs in that ass, then tell he
And me never want to see no,
Oh jealous muthaf*cka tried to keep a nigga ends low,
If he scared to smoke a primo,
Gotta go with the fiends and in the click is a no no.
Gotta make that money man,
Gimme all my change, it's a murder thang, now
Even in the dummy game,
niggas comin' up slain for collectin' they claim
Now, Leatherface, me pick up me gauge,
leather mask and nigga, me blast,
So ya better respect us, when you see the bill collector,
Rippin' killin' niggas for that mad money thang

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

Niggas steady payin' them dues, runnin' with trues,
Nothin' to lose, everything to prove,
Little thug from the C-Town, never caught sleepin',
Always on the come up creepin',
Runnin' this shit now puttin' that Bone down,
Gotta let a nigga know for the love of cheese,
Movin' thangs in the nine-five, rollin' with
Ruthless, thuggin' with my niggas from the Clair,
And we smokin' them green leaves, f*ck with me now,
Oh nigga don't test rest, straight Leatherface in the place
On a mission don't be messin' with my bankroll,
Niggas wanna gank on Bone, so I stack them prank hoes,
And I'm bettin' on me takin' no more losses,
Put 'em in a coffin, and they life is better off,
And these niggas they don't know me they can't know me,
Thought you had a homie, but ya f*ckin' with the muthaf*ckin' Bone see,
Nigga gotta get me mine on the nine-nine,
In the nine-five, bodies dropping
When you hear my pistol select ah dome,
Respect that True how's the underground shit,
Mr. Bill Collector, Bone

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]

Nigga take it off thank ya,
Please don't make me stank ya,
Time to pay the bill, write your checks up all night,
Catch a slug or chill, bill collectors better respect 'em
Mo Thug, sellin' dubs, pumpin' slugs all up in that rectum check 'em,
Click-click, fall to the ground when the glock pop,
nigga chest pump blood,
And takin' too long, better drop it on down,
or ya catchin' two to the head,
Shoulda gave 'em up bitch,
To the Mo Thug lunatic quick to pop, now you dead dead,
Gotta pull that nine on the niggas everytime,
Sellin' rocks on the nine-nine,
Gotta put him on the pave,
If ya want to die, put 'em in the grave,
Better give me all them dimes.

[Bridge: Krayzie (Layzie)]

I didn't want to take his life,
But the nigga tried to run and get away with me llello,
(Now you see me, the murderer.)
[4x]

[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]
Sawed-off pumpin', dumpin'
Steadily all the way to the other side we ride,
Sherm, when I hit that corner now, niggas is 'bout to die,
Thugsta theivin' off in Cleveland,
And I couldn't sell out my ci-ty,
Murder now to come up, move,
Bone'll be bringin' that city, wit me pin me,
Nigga, this the team, by the way, don't f*ck with brains,
Put in my mind all off on my murder,
Murder y'all all, and I flees the scene.
Clean, and I'm out to fade 'em.
Hey, and I'm out for money, gauged 'em,
Better pray to save 'em, but it won't do any good, now.
Bang bang, caution I lossin' me brain,
Get 'em up off the 'cane, bang,
Kill a nigga, bang,
Peel a trigger, bang,
Comin' up out to wet 'em, man.
Off with the blood,
Put 'em in the mud with a slug thug gotta get paid,
Reachin' on back as we bail to pick up me shells,
No slippin' the buck and the gauge spray,
Sawed-off on the block cocked, ready to pop ya, now,
'Cause broke gets played,
This dope get paid,
And nigga, come drop it down

[Hook x3]

Your rent's due, muthaf*cka!

Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay
Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaaay

[Wish Bone]
Some niggas be passin' that weed on
To them thugsta niggas from Cleve-lawn
Gotta smoke 'til it's all gone
Now what a BONE cuz a nigga be creep on
Call all my thugstas, all them niggas drink
Call all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed

[Krayzie Bone]
Gotta get some hydro
Gotta toke like a loc with a little bit of smoke in my throat
Can't let a me high go
I'ma broke Mo Thug got the bud and it get up up on me...inhale
Just split up a blunt and me roll up a fat one, make it POD'ed
They lable me killa, drug dealer and burn up nigga crazy weed and...

[Layzie Bone]
Blaze up a blunt, gotta have that hydro
Need me a hit of the tweed, make me drop to my knees
And I gotta give love to the green leaves
Steadily spendin' that cheese, feelin' at ease
Thuggin' on off in the cut now, when I'm checkin' on how this shit sound
In the Range smoked out with my nigga Tay
Smokin' that tweed 'til we fall in the grave

[Bizzy Bone]
Make up the dummy to make up me money, weed run me
And headed for broke, smokin' the bong
Hit that bong wrong, make a me cough and choke
To the real OT's loc strong BONE
I gotta C note to toke on, so choke on
And holdin' the smoke 'til it's gone, real long and stay blown

[Krayzie: overlapping]
Wanna get you f*cked up, wanna get you f*cked up
(Haaay nooow)
Wanna get you f*cked up, wanna get you f*cked up
(Pass me some reefer)
Wanna get you f*cked up, wanna get you f*cked up
(Haaay nooow)
Wanna get you f*cked up, wanna get you f*cked up
(Pass me some reefer)

[Wish Bone]
It's the inventor of the green leaves, gotta get p's
Cuz I love this type shit, and it's never gonna quit
Doctor told me better stop but man f*ck that bitch
Me never gone stop me smoke
Try to tell me, K to your throat
Gosta run me on, f*cking with BONE
Loving this weed smoke

[Krayzie Bone]
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steadily losing me balance
Take a puff to the dome, trippin' on FLESH BONE
Showin' off me tail and
Smokin' 'til a me die, nigga gotta get high if he wanna come ride
Come with me smoke on a blunt and get nice
Nigga tellin' weed fiends it's fiiiyiiiire

[Layzie Bone]
Feelin' on tilt man, quarter o to the brain
Smokin' like blunt after blunt my niggas insane
Other niggas can't hang, it's a BONE thing
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain and remain
Number one here I come with the tweed in my chest
Nigga got his weed to the curb, split up and serve
But f*ck it gotta have them green herbs

[Bizzy Bone]
You got a bag of tweed well blaze it with me fool
And don't be stingy and please no pinners make it swollen
Cuz if I had me some weed you know I'd smoke it with you
Come come get with a me, me and my niggas blunts be rollin'

Budsmokers Only, Budsmokers Only...Onlaaaaaay [x6]

Take a hit of the reefer keep smokin'
[Repeat 'til fade]

And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.
My nigga, just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad.

[Krayzie:]
I'll never get over what some nigga told me: "Did you know that you're nigga, Wally, got pap pap at put in a coffin?" No! Why my nigga took a fall? Saw my nigga tryin' to swang them dums, (in the war) so we lost him. But, damn, why did ya have to kill 'em? I never did think it'd be one of my trues to get caught up in redrum. I sit and I pray everyday: God, don't let me get smoked; oh no, a nigga ain't scared to go, but I still got a lot to live for. But so did my nigga, my nigga--he's gone, and all he left was his memories. But when I die, you gon' see me. One, two, three, Wally rest in peace, please.

[Wish:]
Can a nigga tell me why so many my niggas had to die, so much pain. Even niggas in the hood is no good, put one to your own homie's brain. And a nigga gettin' high, thinkin' back, in the days when we did some f*cked-up thangs. Now, I gotta ask God if that's the reason my homie's gone away. And I gotta give hate to ya gangstas out there fakin' the funk, actin' like you got a problem, but your just too goddamned drunk. Put down your forties, pick up your fists, and handle that shit like men, 'cause too many punks out there pumpin', thinkin' your gat is your friend.

And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.
My nigga, just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad.

[Layzie:]
Come and take a good look deep into these thuggish ruggish eyes. See the thugstas cry. And I'm askin' the good Lord "Why?" and sigh, He told me we lived to die. Not another on the team with a dream that can deal with the struggles, like you Wally. I love you to death, but I wish you could have seen through your troubles, and it's hard to say good-bye to another Bone. I'm feelin' all in the dumps, and all of a sudden, I'm so alone. Stay strong and hold on to a lifetime of memories. You're livin' off in my prayers. Gotta let the Man upstairs know that somebody cares. Just wait, and I'll be there.

[Bizzy:]
When I heard the word it at Kerm's, Shorty said, "Oh, my Lord," layin' on the curb on a hundred and twenty-third, bled, dead to the world. How bad? And what about Looney, now? Damn, she gon' act a fool. Out the blue, see 'cause she knew what happened to Wally, she lost her cool. Remember my thug, when I got mo' love. Sippin' on eight-ball, used to tell him to pass the weed. I wish I could tell him to smoke it all. Not my dog. The mission is deep, peep, so listen up while ya sleep: to get where you're headed you must make a heaven of hell and, a nigga, you'll smooth creep.

And, Wally, even though you're gone, you've still got love from Bone.
My nigga just rest your soul, and I'll see you at the Crossroad.

Doom, doom, doom, doom, doom

(Krazie)
Killa

(All Bone)
Me killa, mi killa
Drug dealer, scandalous nigga
Lous nigga, -lous nigga
Come again me say, me killa, me killa, me killa
Gravedigger, scandalous nigga
Lous nigga, -lous nigga, -lous nigga.
Caught ya slippin' so I had to put a slug up in your chest
Should've wore that vest
Talkin' shit'll only get that ass put to rest
A nigga, come, come flex
Hey, get the llello, don't f*ck with the Bone
When I'm hangin' and bangin' and slangin'
Swangin' blows to the dome
Nigga, watch that chrome
Bodybag that ass on, home
Me killa, me killa, me killa

[Krayzie Bone:]
Don't niggas don't wanna start shit,
Buck, buck to the bang,
Sendin' bullets to the brain, nigga, yeah
A nigga that always at my city with me,
Now, who was that nigga they put in the plastic?
Nigga that thought he could bang.
That nigga's stuck.
That nigga's blasted.
They got my man from the Land.
Never ran, I step with deadly men.
If ya come a little bit closer,
I can turn you into sand.
Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland.
We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep,
And the blood is seepin'.
Got niggas in alleys,
F*ck niggas in badges.
We say bang.
Eighty-eight through the ten-five (and Clair)
St. Clair ain't shit to f*ck with.
Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body.
Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue.
We comin' to shoot up your posse.
My niggas-they comin' up out the woods,
To get the goods.
Krayzie be thug, and (want to) die-that's from comin' up in my hood.
We killas. Get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun,
Bust one, they done.
Cleveland is where we from.
Hearts-thugs have none.

[Chorus x2: Silent Bone]
High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off,
There's really no place to run.
Niggas get vicious with my click,
'cause even the bitches carry guns.

[Bizzy Bone:]
Soon as I hit the scene?,
Feelin' for a pistol,
But I didn't have no gun.
Come with original thugsta shit.
I be flippin' it with me tongue.
Nigga, Cleveland is the city where we come from,
And I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none.
Follow rip one, now, on and on,
Them definitely got me back.
And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta niggas,
With or without my gat.
Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools East 99 style, fools.
Me put it in mind on murderin' you,
Followin' whenever me murderous trues.
Niggas that claim to bang bang,
When it comes to slang thangs, they do.
They know they cannot buck me,
One of 'em sure to slug me,
But they hope the thug I be, Bizzy.
Better let 'em him be or they'll see.
Nigga, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me.

[Chorus x2: Silent Bone]

[Layzie:]
Livin' in the Land of the Heartless,
With a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps.
Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack.
Runnin' up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap pap.
Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs,
Defendin' they drugs.
When they roll up,
Niggas be creepin' up slow,
Heavy packed with they gats,
And try to pull a hold up,
But nigga, now hold on.
Wanna test the Bone?
The gauge is shown.
Any is mind blown,
Lookin' down the barrel of this mausberg chrome to the dome.
Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage,
Copper take these here rocks.
Double glock,
My pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever
The trouble knocks.
Steadily hittin', me clean up,
Get lit up for ready your soul to burn,
And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up,
Cause niggas must learn.
Yearnin' to earn cheese.
Ready to die, so niggas can't take these.
Wantin' to clock G's, want to move keys,
Not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please.
East nine nine, crime finds mine,
Strayin' on this road to hell,
And prison walls, testin' balls,
For the cause, gotta get that sale,
And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin',
I get with my thugs.
Rippin' apart shit, so nigga, don't start shit,
Cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die.

[Chorus x4: Silent Bone]

[Hook:]
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

[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]
I'm taking a swig of the burb word
Downin' 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,
Puttin' in work gotta hit 'em where it hurts,
Puttin' it down Bone first
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse them worse to worst
Dog if you wanting to test Bone,
The con-se-sequences are fatal
Ready be strapped papped wid me sawed off
Clack back cause I believe in me label,
Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down
Just for the love of money yeah,
For the love of the wasteland Claire,
For the love that brought me here,
Droppin' 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 tryin' 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

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
Nigga come f*ck 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 tryin' 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,
Creepin' on a come up doing it for the love ah 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

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]
Ain't taking no shorts or no losses tossin'
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 nothin' but killas
We creepin' we needin' mo money,
We sick and we cold and we hungry, (huh)
I'm loving my thugstas,
My clik consist of nothin' 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 guage, my nine and my knife,
Cockin' 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 smokin' chokin'
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Silent Bone]
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 clik,
Get tossed and it'd do you no good,
Can't f*ck 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 p's to all ah my Trues
Steadily paying them dues
We niggas wid nothing to loose,
Trippin' and sippin' on brews and actin' 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,
Pullin' me bullets it hurt,
Better run to chalk it
Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood,
See the Bone'll take no shorts or losses

[Hook]

[Verse 5: Bizzy Bone]
Bone y'all Bone nigga that's startin' some shit up what?
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs
All ah my muthaf*ckas show they nuts, and guts
Runnin' up out the cut pumpin' bucks
Ready ta f*ck you up must bust them,
And steady be dumping thuggin on the Claire, oh yeah,
Let's smoke out on 88th jumping, wid playas
Whena me forty four let go,
Feelin' 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 ah my, unremorsefullest times on the nine nine
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench
Rest in peace and runnin' from the holice,
Jumping that barbed wire fence,
Hittin' the pavement dazed, the guage was blazing,
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up up on me
Turn around and face 'em,
Pump pump and fade 'em now.

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)

Hey, my nigga, we havin' a wonderful day
And I won't f*ck wit' me, why?
'Cause it's the first of the month
And now we smokin', chokin', rollin' blunts
And sippin' on 40 ounces thuggin'
Come, come we got the blunts and rum
From jumpin' all night, we high
Hit up the block to where? East 99
I get wit my nigga to get me some yayo
Double up, nigga, what you need?
We got weed to get P.O.D.'d
Fiend for the green leaves
Double up for the first, fo' sho, better lay low
Because the po-po creep when they roll slow (solo)
Break, if you can't get away, better toss that yayo
Keep your bankroll
Yeah, we havin' a celebration, love to stay high
And you better believe when it's time to grind
I'm down for mine, crime after crime
Finna creep to the pad 'cause mom's got the grub on the grill
If we got the food, ooh, you know it's the first of the month
And, my nigga, we chills for real

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)

Wake up and I see that my sister was already dressed
She said, "I'ma run and go get my stamps
Watch and make sure no one snatches my check," nigga, that's the mailman
Sort through the mail and put it up into me pocket
So I be headed to 99 to get me a dub for 40 duckets
But ain't no bucket, ride that RTA
Hop on the 10 to the Claire
Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs
And to cash that dum, man, I gotta get paid
Playa, playa, holla, holla
St. Claire got much to offer
Whether it be weed on 93
Or off on the Glock-Glock for some dollars, so
Get a bag of dope and a quarter O, oh
Most all of my niggas got the same, and we gonna roll it all up to smoke
Hittin' that reefer hydro, you know the cut, so f*ck them po-po
Toss all that yayo then roll with a pound and stay low
Runnin' through the alley into the melee
Up on the second the sun down
Those run from January, November, December
I'm lovin' the first of the month

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)

Gotta grind, gotta get mine
In the hood that I claim and I slang on that double 9
Gotta find them dubs, gonna get a 40, can a thug get love?
What's up?
Try to slang on my corner, nigga you's a goner
St. Claire niggas don't like that
And sellin' them dummies, makin' that money come back
Nigga get pap-pap
From the first to the fifteenth, niggas smoke plenty weed
But I gotta save, gotta come up
Put my rocks on the cut
When I get high, nigga, blaze that blunt, huh
Time to roll to the pad
Count up my profits and add it to the stash
Gotta watch my back see, for niggas that's tryin' to rob me, fool
But never no shorts or no losses
Dumpin', keepin' this niggas up off me
See, gotta search the whole block, spend a couple of bills
Thugs smoke a lot of weed on the first

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)

Wakin' up feelin' buzzed, up early in the mornin'
Stretchin', I'm yawnin'
Lightweight, bent, chugga-lugga take a fifth to the dome
Instead I got geeked with my trues
But it is the first, so I'm gettin' me hustle on
Hop on the phone, calling up Krayzie Bone
Wanna know, did your O.G. check come? (Sure, put me down)
I'ma hop on the bus with Biz (yo, brother, let's get drunk)
And I'm coming with blunt after blunt of the skunk
Nigga T just put me down
Oh God, how I love when the first come around
Now I be freakin' me Black N Mild
Headed cross town 'cause niggas the first gets celebrated
Rushin' to the block 'cause I want to get faded
Lookin' all wild 'cause I'm gettin' me hair braided
We heavy off into this game
True to the first, just call me that pro slang
Them nickels and dimes and twenties and fifties
The first be the day for the dopeman
Slangin' that cocaine, fool, and I'm working late tonight
And all them fiends be lovin' them thugs
'Cause I got them rocks for them pipes
Come, come with the ease, I gotta get paid
On the first gotta blaze up my spliff
Get live with the Bone Thugs, Poetic Hustlaz and the Graveyard Shift
On the first

Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up, get up, get up, get up (so cash your checks and come up)
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Wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up, wake up (it's the first of the month)
So get up, get up

[Bizzy]
Shit

[Layzie]
Nigga, it's the niggas night out tonight, nigga
[Howling]

[Krayzie]
Keep hittin' that reefer, sendin' me straight to heaven
Keep rollin', smokin', and chokin'

[All]
Buddah lovaz
Gotta learn to smoke the buddah

[Bizzy]
I'm so glad you showed me, Krayzie, Layzie, Wish, Flesh

[Krayzie]
Reefer really makes me happy

[Krayzie (Layzie)]
Hydro, me just can't let a me high go
Me smokin' upon that hydro
Me just can't let a me high go

[Layzie, Flesh, Krayzie]
Smo-, smo-, smokin' that hydro
won't, won't let a me high go
Water the reefer, me slaughter
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack
A sack, a sack, a sack
It grew in the water, the reefer, me slaughter
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, a sack
It grew in the water . . .
Straight to Ziwiski to get me a sack, a sack, sack

[Layzie]
I'm takin' a hit of the bud, gotta give love to my thugs
Smokin, not chokin', now what?

[Krayzie]
I'm f*cked up
That hydro really got me buzzed, me buzzed

[Bizzy]
Keep rollin', (smokin',) and chokin'
Nothin' but the Bone in me

[Bizzy]
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Box of blunts, come get drunk
Me puttin' me casing up into me trunk
Sack of skunk, come get drunk

[Krayzie]
It's sneakin' upon me
Wine
Follow me down the nine-nine
and you will find all of me kind every time

[Layzie]
Drinkin' me wine, double your crime
When a me roll down the nine-nine
A stream of bullets and unload
With a me right way down your . . .

[Krayzie]
Buddah
Choke up with a me buddah
Smoke jump outta me buddah

[Flesh]
Hittin' that hydro, lettin' me school ya

[Bizzy]
Oh, that buddah in your lungs and up
That buddah fool ya

[All]
It's nothin' but the Bone in me
Hey, keep hittin' that reefer sendin' me straight to heaven

[Bizzy]
If ya got a bag of tweed, well, blaze it with me, fool

[Krayzie]
Thuggin' with me trues, swiggin' on brews
Steady be losin' me balance

[Layzie]
It's a Bone thang how a nigga like me smoke and maintain

[Krayzie]
Maintain, maintain

[Bizzy and Flesh]
How a nigga like me smoke and maintain

[Krayzie]
Remain the same
. . . number one

[Bizzy Bone (whispering)]
Shut up nigga...Shut the f*ck up nigga
Here they come...Here they come
Here they come nigga...Duck down nigga duck down
[Dogs barking]
[Cop]
there they are
[Bizzy]
Shit..come on nigga come on
nigga run for it nigga make..
[Cop]
Freeze motherf*cker!
[Bizzy]
Shit...
[Gunshot]

[Chorus]
[Bizzy Bone]
I'm lil' ripsta, im...
[Krayzie Bone]
Leather face comin' to kill them at night
[Bizzy]
Die Die Die
[Krayzie]
so we buck them studio thugstas I'm...
[Bizzy]
willing and ready to ride

[Krayzie Bone]
I pop pop droppin' them niggas with the glock gun
Nigga, you best start run, duckin' the shotgun
leavin' 'em up off my block stunned
One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya
you f*ckin' with Bone you better believe we livin' like soldiers
We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air
Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just don't care
You don't wanna f*ck with you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga
Better check my manuscript
drugdealer, killa, cabbage peeler
Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some
Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone
F*ck with the Bone four niggas strong leave 'em alone til' it be on
Krayzie put on one in your dome
and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong so go on
Cause nigga the sawed-off ain't full of shit
Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed man
They givin' me what me need man when I light my blunt
fold the niggas up in me hood so when we smoke smoke smoke
get paid good so we gonna blaze good
So come to The Land where all the thugs be real
Them St. Claire niggas they ain't no joke
so catch a slug or chill nigga

[Chorus]

[Cop]
Lie down with your hands behind your back
[Gun being cocked]
[Bizzy Bone]
Naw bitch you lie your funky ass on the ground..now
[News Reporter]
This seemingly routine investigation
had become a horrible nightmare..

[Bizzy]
Running with gats and bats
so nigga don't test rest or you get a peeled cap
pap pap that pump better check that gun
for a nigga done get that skull cracked
Lil' Rip done rolled up
the bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up
Let's swerve to the birds set up a hold up
so many bodies me blowed up
Nuts bucks and guts nigga mistakin' them balls for dogs
All niggas'll get mauled no thing to pick up a pump
and people know ya and never hold ya especially when them rolls up
Bet I bringin' in them guns run a thug get low down
You don't wanna get nutted cause' nigga you gonna get bloody
once you see the braids and skully
Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely
What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried
POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in the night
once inside forgettin' about remorse your curse will ride
cry now when you're ready to lie down
when I'm weak in a mental state
Somebody gonna die now

meanwhile swerve to the burbs

[Witness 1]
Man he just all of a sudden just jumped out of a window
I didn't know what was goin' on I'm just walkin' by
Just got a bottle of wine..
I was just walkin' by
and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled
(And that was it.) I don't know?
[Witness 2]
Well I saw his wife begging him
and she said "don't jump" and he did
[Reporter 2]
Did you know the guy?
[Witness 3]
He sure had a problem
That's all I could tell ya
[Witness 4]
All I seen was them put the lady in a police car
and take her I guess it was his wife

Ouija, are you with me?
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now.
Dear Mr. Ouija,
Could you please tell me my future?
Will I die of murder? Will I die of bloody murder?
Come, come again.
Will I die of bloody murder mo, bloody murder mo?
Tell me, will I die of murder mo?
Ouija, are you with me?
Tell me, Ouija, are you with me?
I'm here. I'm here. Are you with me?

[Hook:]
Mo murda mo murda
Come come again
[x8]

[Verse 1: Krayzie Bone]

Dear Mr.Ouija,
Let 'em know who the boss is
So nigga you wanna get tossed in the river?
Nigga, put 'em in the mud see them pump blood, nigga no love,
Me show 'em the Bone when I grab that chrome,
Gotta haunt that dome,
Folla me roll stroll down East 1999
Gotta find these row hoes,
Nigga if you woke up and all of a sudden
Nigga you was off inna my hood?
I'm a, real thuggish nigga,
So a, I would have to kill ya so die,
Popped off to the coffin,
Pick up my pump dump chumps in the gutter pain,
Nigga got ta f*cked up bang
Taking no shorts so f*ck ya man,
Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies,
Kill 'em all, send them hoes up in flames
Krayzie insane to the brain,
Hey we slay niggas who think we play,
Nigga, me deadly wid the gun,
Machete be dipped in rum,
Runnin' wid the gun steady buckin'
Leavin' them bodies dumped off in the alley for dead,
I'm near, kill 'em all, mo' murda mo' murda
That's what Ouija said,
Gotta put one in ya head, Bang,
We coming to serve ya,
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 2: Layzie Bone]

Will I die of murda bloody mo murda,
Living in the Land of the Heartless comin' up daily?
Until a me murda them all, I'm never gon' fall
So I'ma murda them baby
Get 'em up wid me thugs,
See 'em on the corner and they slangin' them drugs
Givin' up shots out to the glock glock
Eighty eight to the ten five,
Them killas be pumpin' them slugs,
Niggas be fiendin' me daily,
Me silence me twelve guage eruption,
And I'm on a road to destruction
And steady be bustin' and bodies be bustin' me,
Killa, with a buckshot, I'ma peel ya
Number one assassin's still the realer nigga
Down for my crime, niggas be down tryin' to stay to tha grind,
Niggas is going insane taking a shot to the brain, and man,
So call it a shame but what be the thang up offa this murda game?
And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful,
My twelve guage just so forceful,
So playa hate when I'm in ya town
The nigga me bucking 'em down
And I'm giving up peace to the hustlas,
Thugstas and twelve guage pumpstas,
Drug 'em in gutters mo murda me style, now,
Put 'em on the ground, lay down,
Nigga check my thang the way that we swang
When I'm coming to serve ya,
Wid the nine cocked and it's ready to pop
Lettin' off shots Layzie be screamin'
Mo murda mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 3: Wish Bone]

Gotta kill, get 'em nowhere to run
Can't get away from my shotgun
Leavin' them bodies f*cked up,
Pump pump to the ground better leave it alone,
Nigga wanna die when f*ckin' wid,
Mo Thug nigga we killed this bitch,
Now you wanna catch some bang bang
Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang,
What is it in me makes me feel like I gots ta murda ya?
You slip when I'm high, pullin' my trigger and nigga you die, soldier
Four killas we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murda
Better pack that five five,
I'm feelin' like killin' you dying tonite,
You don't wanna hear that glock pop,
When the glock pop pop don't stop,
We all about murda mo,
Finger on the trigger Mo Thug let go,
We straight from Cleveland,
Clack back nigga ya bleeding,
You don't wanna f*ck wid Bone,
Pullin' that chrome now nigga ya gone
If you wanna die bye,
See you in the gutter let mama cry,
Watch Mo Thug Killas pump pump,
Put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone
Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda

[Hook]

[Verse 4: Bizzy Bone]

Eternally thugstas die,
Will I die of murda now?
East ninety nine follow me grind
And all descending that body underground, way down
Me ride and everyone dies,
And I, rolling wid my killas,
And all ah my, thuggish ruggish niggas no lie,
Druggin' up bloody mo victims get 'em get 'em
That'll be little Ripsta, sinister
Kill y'all, put 'em in the river,
Bodies shiver, F*CK that nigga
Hit 'em up inside, minds be blowin' I'm dumpin'
Remember me spray 'em slay 'em guage 'em layin 'em
All up off inna the coffin,
Ready to fade 'em,
To buck or to shoot wid the twelve guage eruptions,
Creep out your seat would ya we come to stay
Found out none of my niggas was bluffing,
For the love of the murda man the murda game
The same but a bang bang bang,
Can't resist to bump you now pow run 'em all off
St Clair stays, down for the murda mo
Oh no, ho when a thugsta, stroll
Forty fours still pointed at the po-pos
Stop 'em drop 'em numb those 'til out cold they froze,
You know, nigga we can't be bluffing
We bannnggg insane,
When I put one to your temple,
Mo murda then blow out ya brain

Mo murda mo murda
Come come again,
Come bloody murda
['til fade]

Ooooooooooooo... killa [x2]

[Tony Tone of tha Poetic Hustla'z:]
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side
But when you come just bring your guns witcha
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
Swang them thangs, bang some brains
Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same

[Wish Bone of tha Bone thugs-n-harmony:]
Step and you'll catch some buck shots
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock
Mo thugs what's up nigga get dropped
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now
Nigga that I thug with' kill
Pop to tha chest how does it feel
And nigga we peel caps
Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would
Try to get some, redrum, bitch
Nigga don't test my hood

[Tombstone of tha Graveyard Shift:]
A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch
And them snitches in the pit, so don't f*ck with
Them niggas off the 9 9
The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every time
Nigga beware cause here come the Clair
Mobbin' like them soldiers
Watch me fold ya
For actin' like somebody never told ya
So off we go, to the bloody row
Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot
Givin' props to the double glock

[Silent Bone of Afta Maff:]
Pump pump when I let my shell down
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash
Ya reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast
Nigga don't test nuts your luck's f*cked
You feelin' up right for the bone yard
Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift
Then comin' up blow your whole card, bitch
Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop chop's
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop

[Krayzie Bone of tha Bone thugs-n-harmony:]
You better be ready for this thug style
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
We straight up the glock glock
Well don't get your wig's split now
East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside
Betta grab your pop, niggas be
Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out
187 you're caught in a murder
Niggas up to no good
Uh oh, f*ck no
They never could f*ck with a thug ho

Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x4]

[Gates of tha Graveyard Shift:]
Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and f*ck 'em down
Buckin' them coppas down
Round after round after round
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
I guess you got ta suffer
Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
They made your body
Once you 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,
Boogie Nikke's on a night ride

[Boogie Nikke of tha Poetic Hustla'z:]
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
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me

[Layzie Bone of tha Poetic Hustla'z:]
We jumpin' up rough from the hood
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll
Know we willing and able
Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label
Murda dem, never come again
When the scandalous niggas set up
Bloody nigga trues be on my level
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
Nigga don't take the wrong turn
Or you will enter the hood and were spittin
So cover your dome
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
Cleveland Browns
Dogg Pound hoes, it's on

[Sin of tha Graveyard Shift:]
Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player
You're liable to get your wigs 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 ya got me bent
All f*cked up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
To your gravesite as John Doe for f*ckin with those...

[Bar-Nun of Afta Maff:]
It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
On none but a slug all up in the territory
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
So where you at where you at
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back
Puttin em Koolaid hats
In ta the graveyard
Pumped up betta get down
Thugs'll be glad ta tear around
Foe sombody gets f*cked
Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthaf*ck I wanna
Wham ya with a tec-9
Now bitch press yo luck

Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock [x16]