Bone Thugs~n~Harmony featuring Graveyard Shift, Poetic Hustla'z
Produced by: Dj Uneek
-Bone with Mo Thugs-
Ooooooooooooo....killa
-Tony Tone-
If you're down to glide and slide on the Clair, then let's ride/
Tony Tone roll with Bone on the dark side/
But when you come just bring your guns witcha/
If your a busta niggas gone have fun witcha/
So nigga don't get me wrong, my niggas
swang them thangs/ Bang some brains
slangin' llello/ It all remains the same
-Wish Bone-
Step and you'll catch some buck shots/
Murder one on the Clair my glock glock/
Mo thugs whats up nigga get dropped/
Put 'em in the mud, pop and I can't stop now/
Nigga that I thug wit' kill/
Pop to tha chest how does it feel?/
And nigga we peel caps/
Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back/
Killin' I'm buckin em down, I wish ya would/
Try to get some, redrum, bitch
nigga don't test my hood
-Tombstone-
A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga/
Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a bitch/
And them snitches in the pit, so don't f**k with/
Them niggas off the nine-nine/
The foundation of niggas commitin' a crime is murderin' every
time/
Nigga beware cuz here come the Clair/
Mobbin' like them soldiers/
Watch me fold ya/
For actin' like somebody never told ya/
So off we go, to the bloody row/
Tryin' to blood some souls, with that nine shot/
Givin' props to the double glock
-Flesh n Bone-
Pump pump when I let my shell down/
Hit a nick nack gimmee the goodies and nigga me dash/
I reach for the gauge and mash
Yell out 187 and blast/
Nigga don't test nuts your luck's fucked/
You feelin' up right for the bone yard/
Thuggin' off with the graveyard shift/
They comin' up blow your whole card, bitch/
Scandalous niggas, dwellin' the Clair be servin' them chop
chop's/
We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
-Krayzie Bone-
You better be ready for this thug style/
Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now/
We straight up the glock glock/
Well don't get your wig's split now/
East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the darkside/
Betta grab your pop, niggas be/
Trippin' and flippin' as soon they get out/
187 you're caught in a murder/
Niggas up to no good/
Uh oh, fuck no they never could fuck with a thug hoe
-Bone with Mo Thugs-Hook-
Pop pop givin up shotz to tha double glock glock (Ooooo....killa)
-Mo Hart-(Bone)-
Nuthin but them killas, straight up thuggas/
Rippin bucks up bloody clothes/
Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and f**k 'em down/
Buckin' them coppas down/
Round after round after round/
Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground/
Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace/
I guess you got ta suffer/
Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split/
They made your body/
Once you hunt my victims on a mission/
Flippin' livin' on a darker side/
Creepin' on your homicide/
Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by (Boogie Nikke's on a night ride)
-Boogie Nikke-
Thuggin through my thuggish ass hood at night, with my pipe/
Thuggin down the double glock/
Tryin' to get my serve on/
Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on/
But one to the suckas head and two up in his body/
Now peep my creep I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
-Layzie Bone-
We jumpin' up rough from the hood/
We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks/
Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll/
Know we willing and able/
Rollin' with Ruthless bitch betta check my label/
Murda dem, never come again/
When the scandalous niggas set up/
Bloody nigga trues be on my level/
Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto/
Nigga don't take the wrong turn /
or you will enter the hood and were spittin
so cover your dome/
At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam/
Cleveland Browns, the Dogg Pound home, it's on
-Sin-
Let's begin in the mix, of a Clair player/
You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch bitch/
Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs/
Leavin' em off in the cut in a puddle of blood say what/
Don't make me go in my trench/
Nigga ya got me bent/
All fucked up,your luck's up, you gotta get sent/
To your gravesite as John Doe for fuckin wit those...
-Gates-
It's them thugs runnin' amuck,
on none but a slug all up in the territory/
Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck/
So where you at where you at/
I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a nigga's neck back/
puttin em Koolaid hats/
In ta the graveyard/
Pumped up betta get down/
Thugs'll be glad ta tear around/
Foe sombody gets fucked/
Ya still don't want some bitch but what the muthafuck I wanna/
Wham ya wit a tech-9/
Now bitch press yo luck
-Hook-
Recorded for the Bone Thugs~n~Harmony album E. 1999 Eternal (This song is NOT available on Edited Versions)