East 1999
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony
-Layzie Bone-
East 1999, my niggas.

Think about back in the days when the year was eighty-nine/ Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with two in years, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the Clair, Nine-nine/ Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Will, Lil Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone/ Little Wally highrollers, and he wondered why niggas so strong/ Krayzie Bone, Stack, Rod J, much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game/ It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man/ Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas/ Thug to the Heart, be them niggas from the Land, fool, and the old school/ Just serve out your sentence and be cool/ Fuckin' with trues, Rest In Peace, lil' nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love/ Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug, callin' all my niggas when it's time to nut 'em/ In the nine nine, niggas gon’ drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run/ Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin' them dum-dum-duuuums

-Krayzie Bone-
Niggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town/ Get 'em up with a thug, and that nigga with the bud/ Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed, and I'm all out the forty/ Blaze up, nigga, burn up the buddah, smoke it all up/ Nigga, don't stiff on the reefer/ Bone runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper reefer/ Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with a me rocks/ Cops sweatin' me back/ Copper better drop when the gunshot pop blood, dumpin' the body, and the bullshit stop/ Whenever the trouble knocks with the po po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve/ Krayzie take caution, take all my llello and tossed it/ Seen ‘em when they rolled to the curb/ Runnin', duckin', jumpin' off in the Land/ My niggas, it's crazy/ We slangin’, we buck and we bang on the Glock, and my nigga, that's daily/ Who the nigga with the twelve gauge?/ (Pump) It’s Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face, so ya better pray/ Eternally thugsta/ East Nineteen Ninety-nine, we roll for the double

-Bizzy Bone-
Gotta give P’z to the SCTs, and the wicked thug on the Glock/ Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops/ Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose/ Rippin' up flesh with six blows/ Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I’ll be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters/ Fuck them po po/ Lightin’ they body, they burn, burn/ And I guess that hood'll never learn/ Gotta dip both thin ones in sherm/ When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me/ Roll up the window, me wind blow, fuckin’ my indo, eye that enemy/ Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin', no fuckin' with the family/ Now feel a nigga, understand me/ Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs/ East Ninety-nine is where you’ll find me, slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs

-Flesh n Bone-
Done, done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock and pop with a me gun/ The lead'll be lettin’ they head off, and I gots to have me fun/ Leavin' 'em hung, breakin' fakin' your studio-gangsta bitch, trick/ Niggas’ll get picked/ I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness/ Consider me heartless/ Oh, yes, Flesh, be runnin' a ho check/ Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect, to them SCTs from C-L-E/ We're scandalous nigga that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail, leavin' the trail of the bloody victims/ The Fifth Dog maulin' 'em all, and never them catch me slippin/ And sippin' a fifth of the wine, and niggas be dyin', and steadily trippin/ We flippin' the scripts on over, see the Bone'll be never saw, but niggas told ya, triggers showed ya/ East nine-nine, five soldiers

-Wish Bone-
Murder one, redrum, try to run and get away, but it's just to late/ Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck, buck, better guard that fuckin' face/ Dumpin' them slugs on ya, fool/ Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews/ Don't start no shit, we come equipped, so nigga, stay cool/ One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, and now hell is where you'll be dwellin'/ Pop in them clip, and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' ya fall to the pave with me nine-milli pumpin'/ Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves

-Bone-
Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run

-Wish Bone-(Krayzie Bone)-
East (Ninety-nine) Nineteen Ninety, -ninety-nine, -nine, -nine, -nine
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~N~Harmony album E. 1999 Eternal