Lyrics:
probably get the fear
Nigga taught me how to ride a bike and disappeared
So I guess I got nowhere to go, I’ll park it here
Right by all of these broken bones
I ain't never had shit
Not a pot to piss, window to throw it out of
Sherm got me high get your ass in the shower
Took one pull, shit told her it
no tellin whut the Bone Thugs niggas got 'n sleeves Dressed like a picture Flash and I get you No cameras here Just nine millimeters I'm not gonna
whom
Have I harmed by
What I've said? What moral defection
Have I suggested? No, i
Don't want to chicken out now come on, pal
The clock's running
Hasn't
[Bizzy Bone] (whispering)
Shut up nigga...Shut the fuck up nigga
Here they come...Here they come
Here they come nigga...Duck down nigga duck down
shotgun
[Krazie Bone]
Come on out right now I'm gettin angry
Took a step back cause it could get dangerous
[Thug Queen]
Please don't shoot its just me
with 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
the dopest to grow, by the poppy
Controlled by a proxy like ya'll be the soldiers of Muammar Gadafi
I Always just show out like Muhammad Ali, I'm out here
poker face
But I'm forced to play solitaire till I get up out of here
Move like a wanted man with a bounty on his head
Work alone, sleep alone, eat
I'm known to have a hottie open
I keep the shottie smokin
Front and get half the bones
In your body broken
And when it comes to gettin
Nookie I'm not
out the scrolls and even the buried bones
Some of the worst paparazzi's I've ever seen and I ever known
Put the worst on display so the world can see
don’t care what you think
I will kill you if you blink
You think this is a pitty party?
You got no clue
Here to say you’re a piece of shit
Fuck you
(We got London on da Track)
We're not against rap
We're not against rappers
But we are against those thugs
It's the thuggish ruggish bone
It's
story, and one you've probably heard
You start out in a major key, then you're down a minor third
Aimlessly sliding, sinking like a stone
It doesn't get
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,
a buck fifty
Here's a token
Ramp is smokin'
I'm no joke and
I leave your face broken
This is survival of the fittest
Get wit us
All you critics
you'll get him with that
Alas, I'll hit him with my Special Attack
Leave me alone!
You know I've got a knack for the trom-bone
One more pun, and I'll be
[Cocking of a gun, followed by gunshot repeated throughout.]
Bone thugs-n-harmony. I know you niggas been waitin' for this for a
long time. Well, here it
the rawest in town
Cause I'm a (Thug By Nature), strictly for the paper
Ain't nobody steppin' to Steve (B-O-N-E)
I come with the ones, I come with the guns
with Bizzy
Supposed to be a new beginning
But, I'm screaming out, "Where is he?"
Yes, I miss him - how could I not?
When I know Bone is all he got
and stones and broken bones
Momma kept the boat afloat
Life gets hard
Scraping by with an EBT card
Shed my tears in the dark
I was down bad
Found a way
lock
Even got the burbs bumpin' bumpin'
They probably tryna get in
Don't nobody wanna be left in the wind
[Layzie Bone]
Uh-oh
Niggaz that's not
in my hair, got a hole in my shoe
Kinda wish you were here, but the moment is through
I can think back on that, feel your hair on my chest
I can think
to the Armageddon, Lord
Know that I won't fly by that lesson
You taught me to pull out my Wesson you brought me
And I'm not stressing it softly
Get 'em up off me,
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