East 1999 (CD version)
Bone Thugs~n~Harmony
E. 1999 Eternal
Lyrics By Kevin Yaguchi
Edited By Chris Reid
East 19 99 my niggaz...
Thinkin bout back in tha days when the year was ‘89
Li’l nigga on the grind, gotta get mine
Doin my crime with two in here, it’s stuck on my ends
Put my serve down on the Clair 9 9
Hittin up tha Graveyard Shift with Will, Little Will, Big Wally and Wish Bone
Li’l Wally highrollas and he wonder why niggaz so strong
Krayzie Bone, stick right check much love kept a nigga on his toes in the game
It’s an everyday thang when ya let your nuts hang
Gotta make a grand at least daily, man
Dem Cleveland hustlas, neva no bustas, thug to tha heartbeat
All my niggaz in the land, fool, and tha old school
Jus serve out your sentence and be cool
Fuckin wit trues, Rest in peace
Li’l Nigga Ripsta stressed that Bone love
Smokin on bud, because a niggaz mo thug
Callin on my niggaz gonna drop to that #1 with tha gun so run run
Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from slingin dem dummies, going down...
Nigga, it’s goin down, up in tha C-Town
Get em up wit tha thug an tha nigga wit tha bud, gotta fit four rolls
But tha liquor store closed, li’l mo heart wit tha forty wheeze up nigga run tha buddah
Smoke it all up nigga, don’t stiff on tha reefer
Mo heart in tha forty da cut with dis pass tha hydro dis shit is creepin, peep ya
Strip cause me got tha double glock glock puttin me rocks, caught swingin me block
Cause I betta drop when tha gun shots pop up in tha body an the bullshit stop
Wheneva tha trouble knocks, with tha popo nigga roll solo split up an swerve
Krayzie take caution, takin me yayo an tossed it, seein while it rolled to tha curb
Runnin, duckin, jumpin up in tha land, my niggaz it’s crazy
We slangin we buckin we bang on tha glock and my niggas, it’s daily
Who da nigga wit the 12 gauge, it’s tha sawed off Leather Face
So you betta pray, eternally thugstas East 1999
RIP, put em in a choke hold...
Gotta give peace to tha SCT’s who thug on tha glock
Pump blast for the cash and I mash tha gash gotta dash away from tha cops
You little Mo Heart, standin there, flippin off rolls
Rippin up Flesh with six holes, test that thugsta
Yes I pump slugs an I be drinkin it all an thustas fuck them popo
Lettin tha bodies burn burn
An I guess that hood’ll neva larn that tha whole thang wasn’t sherm
But Im on a mission four my city
Thinkin that niggas be bailin on wits, but roll up tha window
Tha wind blow fuckin indo I am needin me
Even the barrels of me 12 guage are empty, an skanlous niggas up outta tha woods
Buckin no fuckin with tha familiy
Now real nigga undertand me, much love, much buck to with them St. Clair Thugs
East 99 is where you dinging me slingin dem fuckin drugs
Done done leave tha niggas stuck cockin n pop witta me gun
They lucky I’m leavin tha head on, but I gots to have me fun
Leavin em hung, breakin fakin your still doin ganksta bitch tricks
Niggas that get licked, I hittin tha shit an not spendin a minute of darkness
Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin a ho check
Betta check your Rolex, yeah time now for givin up respect
To them SCT’s from C Elite well scammin niggas who dwell
Hell up on tha farside an bail, leavin a trail of tha bloody victims
The fifth thugs runnin em all but neva dem catch me slippin
An flippin an sippin on wine an nigga me dine instead of me trippin
We flippin tha scrips on over
See tha part of me neva sober niggas told ya
Trigga showed ya East 99
Five soldiers
Murda one, redrum, try to run an getaway, but it’s just too late
Watch out buckshots when I come, buck buck, betta guard that fuckin face
Dumpin them slugs on them fools, rollin wit me trues, drinkin brews
Don’t start no shit, we come equipped, so nigga, stay cool
One Eight-Seven, you think that you’re goin to Heaven, put slugs all up in that chest’an
Now Hell is where you be dwellin
Pop in tha clip an tha bodies me dumpin, watchin you fall to tha pave
With me 9 milli pumpin, putten them bodies all up in they graves
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run run
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run run
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© 1996 Lyrics Kevin Yaguchi
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