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'
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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
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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'
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-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