Strictly For My Grind
Space Hog featuring Bone Thugs n Harmony
Bizzy Bone
Loose, sippin' on gin, fuck juice, one hundred percent proof/ The gankin' for my bankin' keeps you shankin' with a duece duece/ So easy with me pump me lead up/ No mutts allowed/ When you see me, nigga, keep yo' head up/ No need to bow/ We say "Fuck you now" Let loose the strays and I get 'em/ Bet cha catch up and get 'em/ Snatch AK's and I lit 'em so spit 'em up don't catch the buckin'/ Don't ya fuck wits me/ Eazy E on the gank mood, I ganked you so easily/ Fools slipped up/ Now who's got they dick up yo' shit? Flipped the script, slipped a little grip, and set trip

-Space Hog-Chorus-
It's strictly for my grind, double time, gotta get yours gotta get mine/ You can take it how you wan' take it don't never fake it with thy kind/ Keep your mind on offers you can't recline/ Underworld livin' in this life of crime/ 6-7 digit doin' nickel and dime hustlin' all day till the day we die

Flesh n Bone
You shouldn't of fucked with the masters that pick up the gun, I'm faster than you though so the glock glock goes pop/ Hater might drop the bomb, disaster/ When I'm rollin I keep the gun unfoldin' in' a me trench and don't mention I'm a lunatic, click, runnin' me dickin'/ They cop, they plot/ Say who now ever made me buckin'/ That's right I chop, maybe the punk who callin' mine bluffin' bluffin' bluffin'

-Chorus-

Bizzy Bone
He say redrum, hung, done when the Rip pump that pistol grip/ They got 'em a 187, when the niggas they get they temple split/ Hit em up, get 'em up/ Nigga don't get caught runnin' with them hoods in/ Be nothin' but thugs with slugs and Pop with a buckshot/ You see me hangin' and bangin' and aimin'/ Nigga don't test, that guage cocked/ They drop they top/ Me blood in me jacket when packin' me pap pap/ No need of a word, when you get served. you heard it when I clacked that gat back/ Runnin' with gats and bats now nigga don't test Rest cause you'll get a peeled cap/ Pap pap that pump, better check that dump when a nigga done got that skull cracked/ Little Rip done grown up/ The bigger the nigga the quicker get' showed up/ Let's swerve to the burbs, set up a hold up/ So many bodies me blowed up/ Nuts, bucks, and guts/ Nigga mistakin' they balls for dawgs/ All niggas'll get mauled/ No thang to pick up a pump and flip on all ya'll/ And never I hold out, especially when I'm Rosed out/ Better bring yo' clique, them guns, run, roll out or get blowed out/ You don't wanna get nutted cause nigga you gonna get bloody/ Once you see the braids and skully, cover that throat when I cut it up somethin lovely/ The thug I be, me/ Smug and up in The Land, buckin' them niggas and pumpin' me slugs up in the magnum man, magnum man

-Chorus-

Krayzie Bone
Be breakin' them breakdown shifts/ Now, let me get down for my crime/ Got to go purchase a dime/ Smokin' us some reefer to ease off my mind and put in a state to get down with the crime/ Swig of some wine/ Step on the block with the rocks but really me servin' 'em dummies see/ Gotta buck 'em on down if they come talkin' like "Gimme back me money" Thuggin' with me killas, need us a liter of liquor, but niggas ain't got shit but a sawed-off pump, chrome .38 pistol, now who ready to get bent? Nigga like me fiendin' for them green leaves, but I ain't got no dough/ Gotta make some money so me makin' me dummy rock, choppin' up soap/ Split 'em up get 'em up, hit 'em up the block with a handfull of yours, loaded barrel, cause a fiend might trip when he get this shit and flip and he see this ain't llello/ But nigga don't come back you might get a peeled cap or maybe concussion from niggas stompin' that head to the curb but nigga, it's like that/ Niggas, drug dealers, peelers, killers, cops/ Them sawed-off's oh/ Come and let your nuts hang if you thug, but I cut them balls off though/ So nigga respect this or you gonna rest bitch, off in the grave and your brain'll be hangin' nigga from swangin' wit my gang/ And nigga don't want no problems but then if you wants to cause it a 9 Millimeter, Sawed-off, a 380, Tech Nine comin' out of me closet

Layzie Bone
My nigga just call it a raid puttin' your shit to the pave, endin' up meetin' the guage/ Live in Tha Land of tha brave, crazed, dazed, gotta blaze, amazed, and never been phased/ Bone, my deadly thugstas, brothers ruggish/ Never done takin' no lossin' puttin' niggas in the coffin/ You're dearly departed, better off then/ Singeless killas, sawed-off, fallin' off the best of niggas/ And I put the rest to niggas/ Flesh'll test and I flex on niggas/ Mr. Rip get a clip come in rippin' them with the pistol grip/ And if them trip then the Bone'll watch me get fatal and flip/ Now come to the teacher, won't greet you cause I never did love ya/ Motherfuck that busta/ Number One with a gun gotta stay above ya/ Fuck with a thug, a nigga get drugged, ya feelin' the strength of a .38 slug, man/ Let me see you hang, swang, bang to them brains/ Chain gang, so a nigga remain insane, maintainin' a steady buzz/ You feel the stress, test the best, now nigga what? Nuts up into them guts/ Trust that I bust them slugs up/ Runnin' up rappin' that big shit/ Endin' up gettin' ya wig split, bitch dumped in a ditch/ Never knew no one to fuck with the Bone, it's on/ Ya sure the Double Glock is where them thugstas roam, it's home/ So trick that busta listen,better check your ammunition/ Bone shit be hittin no competition leavin em distant'
-Chorus-

-Space Hog-Outro-
Yeah Space Hog, baby. Heh heh. Bone Thugs playa. What? Huh. Yeah, neah. Black Hole baby, all day. Nothin' but heat man
Recorded for the Space Hog album Vegas Hog Livin