Bone Thug Records Snippets
Various Artists
-Krayzie Bone-
(Murder murder...Kill em..) Track Stars. Fuck you up crazy eyed. I'm tired of motherfuckers man. God damn, bastards. We dedicate this shit to the police, F.B.I., C.I.A. and all them motherfuckas (Next time you run up on a nigga Ima have you with a 12 gauge mothafucka)

-Krayzie Bone-
Better back up off me cop before you get shot with this pump (Buck buck)/ You bitches ain't come to arrest me, what you mess wit me for?/ See we got a beef with these police, and fuck peace/ Tell the Chief that when you suckas patrol the streets/ You betta patrollin with heat/ I'm talkin about big guns, no not that gauge you got in the car or that nine millimeter partner, yall niggas better be comin wit more/Thug Nation killa congregation murder.......

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-Bone Thugs-
Bone Thug!/Ayyy Yo/Bone Thug!

-Notorious B.I.G.-
I went from construction Timbs, to Ac's with rims/ Flippin mix tapes - to bitches feedin me grapes/ Peep my mind state, Big Poppa flow is lethal/ That weed wanna make my ass wanna kill four people/ Fuck the game, gimme the dayme and the Range/ My niggaz up to pawn, drop-top Jaguars/ Lock-whole you when you step in the car/ That's the superstar status apparatus, more wins than Cassius/ Cease roll the hashes in the pocket with the 9/ Roll up the whole dime, as my seats recline/ I want a presidential Roley, so I crush MC's to guacamole/ Makin Robin scream, "Holy moley"/ Big Poppa, fuck a cape/ I'm that Paper Crusader Playin Sega in a wide...

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-Martin Luther King Jr.-
We got some difficulties ahead. But it really doesn't matter with me now. Cause I've been to the mountain top. I don't mind. Like anybody I would like to live, a long life, longevity has its strengths.

-Krayzie Bone-(Layzie Bone)-{Bizzy Bone}-
(Ya, Ya) Even though I'm makin money {Gotta do what I.... do} (Gotta struggle, gotta hustle gotta do what I do)/Even though I'm makin money {Gotta do what I.... do} (Gotta struggle, gotta hustle gotta do what I do)/Even though I'm makin money {Gotta do what I.... do} (Gotta struggle, gotta hustle gotta do what I do)/Even though I'm makin money {Gotta do what I.... do} (Gotta struggle, gotta hustle gotta do what I do)

-Malcolm X-
And I believe....

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-Dj Uneek-(Flesh n Bone)-
Yo Flesh. (What up Uneek?) How you spend your summer dog? (Just thuggin man, Cleveland style)

-Flesh n Bone with Layzie Bone-
(Follow me down the Nine Nine) Just tryin ta catch a grind, we be thuggin in the summertime, where you can find all of mine/ If you really really want to roll, Cleveland is the city where you need to go/ In the Summertime, buck buck to the bang

-????-
(Oooo) Oooo what I need, them summernights, in the mood, cause the mood is right/ If it's real, take a chance/ Love the times, goodbye/ Sometimes you win, sometimes you lose/ It's all about love, and the love is you/ So hold on tight, everything is right/ As long as it keeps you satisfied (Suga)/ Summer love, summer fun makin love in the summer sun/ Summer love, summer fun makin love in the summer sun

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Time keeps on slippin slippin...

-Krayzie Bone-
Knick knack paddy whack give a bitch a bone/Naw don't give her nothin but this mack-10 chrome/When I getcha,poppin my shots/They realize its the Line/We draw down ya, they bow out/Unless they truly truly die.....

-Kaymont-
Yo,I keep the fo pad close incase yall niggas wanna flex/See yall ass's move like Sigar Laness/I let's this creep up on yo neck up/This chrome doesn't eat/And watch the shots ricochet like Muhahmad Ali

-Keef G-
Im the B.U.M.K double E.F.G (E.F.G)/And one thing I hate is fake thuggin MC's/When I enter the spot they wanna sip set my wine/Then they eat they way up/They wanna roll with the mob (Roll with the mob)

-Wish Bone-
It is very tricky, we don't fuck wit no punk thugs/Line about that money/Get it twisted we dump cause/Cash rules everything around me (Around me)/That's why I gotsta get it before they get me (Get me)

-Chorus-
Get down, get down....

-Krayzie Bone-
T.H.U.G.L.I.N.E,my regime/Can give you everything you need, if you can see the fiend/We fix it, cut it, cook it, mix it/And we serve up (Serve up)/Tell em about the curse, ya/Yall don't wanna fuck wit us

-Kaymont-
I be a ThugLine souljah homie make no mistake/Wether im spittin these bars/Or razor bladin the plate ...

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-Bruce Hathcock-(Chick)-
(Hello) Hey whats up? (Hey, where have you been?) Been around, can you talk? (Uh, yea can you hold on?) Yea

-Bruce Hathcock-
Don't think cause I'm new to town that I really don't know the deal/ I'm just not the fake type, incase ya havent noticed baby I'm for real

-Bruce Hathcock-Chorus-
There must be a reason why, you keep me on stand-by/ I know that theres a reason why, you keep me on stand-by

-Bruce Hathcock-(Chick)-
(Are you there?) Ya, I'm still here. (How have you been?) I've been alright, how bout yourself? (You know what, can I call you back?) Yea, hey uh, what time?

-Bruce Hathcock-
And you probably get in line with ease, so we won't be sayin that you steal/ I can tell by that look in your eyes that you hope I have mass appeal/ There ain't no need for you, to lie to you/ And the best things in life are found virtous (Incase you don't know that word means , True)

-Chorus-

-Bruce Hathcock-
You don't want to leave to hastily....

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-Krayzie Bone-
Yea, niggas they get it then pissed off/ And ah, and ah to fuck with the wrong motherfuckers/ They fall (quick) when we buck, bitch, ooh/ We got something to put you back into your truck quick/ Hey, that four-four magnum, gon' handle em/ Ain't no nigga badder, .357 put that ass on the mat/ Execution, I'll be shootin' while you runnin' off at your mouth/ You plot me cause you watch me, watch me, watch me/ My nigga, we know what ya thinkin/ Bout, but bitch, if you run up and try me/ I'm comin' up outta my shit with some shit/ That be keepin' you runnin' and wonderin/ What have I got to make sure they lit him up good/ And you can still find me, where (You know we no bullshit)/ East 99, drug dealers and po-po, yeah that's St. Clair/ Bone runnin' back to Mo', and that's Cleveland, Cleveland/ You know we thuggin' and theivin', theivin

-Flesh n Bone-
Together forever and I'm about to go ride out on Ninety Nine/ I'm gonna go meet my killas, bringin Tech's n Heata's/ Run and go through the pictuh/ To fuck up the mission, 2 at your dome/ It got me flippin on coppas, they got a nigga frustrated and I hate that....

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-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
This is dedicated to my niggas thats on lockdown, juveniles thats on lockdown, women thats on lockdown/ This is dedicated to my niggas thats on lockdown, juveniles thats on lockdown, women thats on lockdown

-Krayzie Bone-
Hey young thug, it seems you got yourself in a serious situation this incarceration/ Come up a unloved youngsta in the city/ Where mommy and daddy got all day and neva listen/ Now ya driftin away, and blowin all of your ambitions away/ Don't blow it all away/ Your not a name, your just a number/ Feelin like don't nobody love ya, wanna hug ya to stop ya from goin unda (Uh uh)/ I know sometimes that we may praise this life/ But I'm here to tell you that we all payed the price, so move on/ And don't believe everything you be hearin on them songs/ Cause sometimes the devil can't get it in their and steer you wrong

-Chorus-

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-Krayzie Bone-(LaReece)-
(Krayzie Krayzie, so Krayzie....) Yea. Krayzie Bone up in this motherfucker. Platinum Brothers on the track. We got ThugLine Records, we got Mo Thug Records, we got Bone Thug Records. O, we ready

-Krayzie Bone-
Hope niggas is ready for this invasion/ Thug Nation patient while they fakin/ I'm sick of them niggas that's fakin it/ Fuck them chumps they best not come 'round here/ Cause we goin be ready for niggas/ And I'ma swing like a machete my niggas/ And fuck them up cut they balls off/ Mister Sawed-Off need one volounteer/ Krayzie Bone back in this mothafucka/ Wavin the chrome/ Bang to ya dome/ You're face to face with Bone/ We makin 'em scream like (*Scream*) maybe like (*Scream*) yeah/ You pussy cockboys betta back up off me niggas/ Cause ya'll aint fuckin with no softies niggas/ These fuckin off-beat niggas thats got me twisted (Twisted)/ They think they slicker than the mister/ Nigga Please!/ Nigga nah, the bustas can't touch/ What they want? What the fuck?/ All we got is a slug to buck buck/ Back up in this mothafucka runnin things/ I stayed on the grind still tryina get that money man

-Chorus-LaReece-
So Krayzie.../ And this is Krayzie Bone (This T-H-U-G-L-I-N-E).....

-Krayzie Bone-
Gimme the....

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-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
Your bringing me up in everyway girl/ You bringin me up everyday girl (Your bringin me up)...

-Krayzie Bone-
Whats up baby? I miss you/ I'm just sittin here reminiscin, and thinkin about your kisses/ While I'm thinkin I'm trippin, it's kinda hard to keep a real friend/ When they got you incarcerated, locked up and caged in a steal pen (Locked up in jail)/ But I knew you stayed in my life, and even though I was in prison you became my wife/ You send me letters everyday I appreciate the way you kept a nigga sane/ Through all the pain/ Now I just dwell in my cell, 24/7 I'm written ya, you started to express this real shit thats the fellow/ When I get free, I'm comin home/ I'm leavin all this shit behind me so we can zone/ I know yo momma think I'm drama, the papers say "I'm Scandolous"/ But bitches are generation sure they don't understand now (Understand now)/ They can't really see that I'm feelin you/ But, on everything babygirl you be bringin me up

-Chorus-

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-Krayzie Bone-
Ya nigga wait right here. We gonna get this motherfuckin money nigga. You keep this motherfucka runnin. When you see me run up outta that mothafuckin shootin nigga, you be ready to roll the fuck outta this mothafucka.

-Krayzie Bone-
(This is a stick up.../ Get em up........),mix it up, I want any caps n hats touchin the flo'/ Shove the brown on the door and if you touch that panic switch I'ma peel back yo led/ So get the fuck on the flo' hoe n think about your kids/ (This is a stick up.../ Get em up........) Yall hear what the fuck I said? No fair everbody try to make a move in here and ya dead, cover ya head, cause if I wet a bitch for pullin my line you could get caught in the cross and you know that bullets ain't blind/ (This is a stick up.../ Get em up........) Take ya wallets outta, slid ya watches off ya wrist load em quick, and drop that shit off in the bag/ And don't look sad, nigga get glad that I ain't blast this shotgun yet and you still have a head/(This is a stick up.../ Get em up........) Hurry up, I hear sirens and I'ma start firin when a few more seconds start expirin, ya I'm pissed but young and wreckless ready to wreck shit (What?)/ Willin to die and drugged out and we ain't givin a fuck (We ain't givin a fuck) /(This is a stick up.../ Get em up........)/ Nobody get hurt, nobody move, nobody get hurt / Nobody get hurt, nobody move, nobody get hurt/ Nobody get hurt, nobody move, nobody get hurt/ (This is a stick up.../ Get em up........)

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-Intro-
Come murder one, come murder them all/ Come murder one, come murder them all

-Krayzie Bone-
Look who's back in the house with this gat in your mouth, bustin' right at the crowd/ Click click, bang bang/ Look who's back in the house with this gat in your mouth, bustin' right at the crowd/ Click click, bang bang

Get the fuck out' your chair, put your gun in the air, bust it like they don't care/ Ya'll really want to fuck with Bone? (I said) Get the fuck out' your chair, put your gun in the air, bust it like they don't care/ Want to slang with me, slang with me

Murder music, that murder music/ Murder music, murder music/ Murder music, that murder music/ Murder music, murder music/ Murder all, murder murder them all/ Murder all, murder murder them all

-Chorus-

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-Krayzie Bone-Chick-Chorus-
Babys lets live (You gotta keep real)/ C'mon and lets live (I gotta say, Gods a savior)/ C'mon and lets live (You should live it)/ C'mon and lets live (Lets live...)

-Krayzie Bone-
I look at my life and I realize, I don't wanna let go, no/ I'm tryin to survive, I don't wanna die/ Im searchin the fast road/ Never playin myself by playin with death/ Nigga yall better work with your livin and appreciate the life your given/ Oh no I don't, I don't wanna go, not now man/ Its too many things, a nigga got planned so much to understand/ Still so many goals for me to achieve and please believe it/ Its ruff, but still that ain't a reason, to stop your breathin/ There...

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-Layzie Bone-
....stroll the weak/ The reepers in the (?) / But you gotta get on your feet even if they blissed it up and sew (C'mon)

-Krayzie Bone-Chorus-
I don't waste my time without no dollar sign/ If you ain't talkin bout no paper, would you stay out of mine?/ And don't be tryin to test my patience cause do I pack a nine/ But yall ain't really tryin to go to war

-Bizzy Bone-
Choked, like this chump/ When I hit the corner on one hundred and forty-fourth/ Smoke, diggin it platinum/ Gun and my coke, sniffin my grill/ Lames put your fix in the scream, look at the perfect one/ Show your ride, please be still/ Buttermilk chest, honey comb covered the vest/ Black and beautiful oceanary quiverin lips/ I've been to funeral, seen him in the caskets dead/ Cried so hard shit has hurt my head/ Feds talkin, they watchin me in the bed/ I'm tearin my broad up, and dick is kinda small my bitch is too much/ C'mon creep on ah come up and fuck it go to the club/ Thugs love it, head tall from all the muh'fuckin drugs...
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