Eternal. Eternal. Eternal ...
St. Clair, nigga (Nigga, nigga)
-BIzzy Bone (Backwards)-
Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before 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/ 'Member to test nuts ...
-Krayzie Bone-
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
-Devil Voice-
Right back at your muthafuckin' ass! Comes those real true thugs staight of the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas. You better pin on what's real, bitch. Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you the one and only, Bone thugs-n-harmony.
-Layzie Bone-
Nigga, this St. Clair (This St. Clair, this St. Clair. Ya nigga)
-Krayzie Bone-
Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground
-Bizzy Bone-
It’d be all about that llello bankroll/ Better make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough/ Better beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang/ Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good til dawn/ (Now) When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin/ None of them thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven/ Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray/ Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave, they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya/ When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop/ Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya
-Krayzie Bone-
Them St. Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what? See the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud, they drugged/ I roll with them trues/ Snooze, you lose, end up on a alley floor fucked up/ What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new/ So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks/ Bust a left at the block, hey, what do ya know? Oh, no, the po po, they follow/ Copper gotta see the nigga layin' behind a scope, but nigga, remember my motto: Me no surrender/ Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five/ Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill/ Gotta make a mill, better not get caught for real/ Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel/ Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my clique, and so listen, you bitches stay trippin', so get when we stickin' and lickin' them pockets/ So, drop at that dollar, man/ Gotta holler, bang/ Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts/ Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause nigga, you know when our pockets get bare, I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke
-Layzie Bone-
Now, you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off thai/ My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine/ But I kill 'em all, dog/ Bet Layzie don't fuck, but the twelve gauge we bustin’ on niggas, so what now?/ Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down/ And I'm talkin' ‘bout niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas/ Some nigga done fucked up, never no playa haters in the clique’s allowed, and we never no bustas/ Never catch a nigga asleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell/ Daily collectin' me mill, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails/ Oh, well
-Krayzie Bone (with Layzie Bone)-
Execution double nine style, (Steadily sendin' that body underground)
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album E. 1999 Eternal