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Bizzy [Wish]
Bone come break 'em down! [Takin' no shorts no
losses man!] [*4]
Layzie
I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my
fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb.
Get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my
nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve. Heard
about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none
like us before. We're druggin' 'em off in
dumpsters. Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts! Peep
this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. Puttin'
in work, and I hit 'em where it hurts. Puttin' it
down. Bone first. And I'll hit 'em with a Ouija
curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you wantin' to
test Bone. The conse-sequences are fatal. Ready be
strapped, pap, with-a-me sawed-off, clack back,
cause I be livin me label: Ruthless. And I steady
be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah. For the
love of the Wasteland Clair. For the love that
brought me here. Droppin' P's to the double glock,
ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop your
pistol now. If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put
him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down.
Harmony smooth with the thug shit. Mo Murda to the
fools
that clone. Five niggas loc'd out with the
roughness. And it's war tryin' to craft these
Bones. Bring on your stretchers, you're
dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for
darin' to cross this. Come and get that ass tossed
by the boss, bitch! Ain't takin' no shorts or no
losses.
Bizzy [Wish]
Bone come break 'em down! [Takin' no shorts no
losses man!] [*4]
Krayzie
Niggas come fuck with me now! Krayzie that nigga
that pump, pump! Nigga that's my daily thang. Down
with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it
really donâ₉„¢t matter man. Insane to the brain, my
nigga, so how could you ever compete with this
trigger. Bitch if you decide you want some of this
now, bite one bit and nigga we're comin' to cut
'cha. Everyday be the same old: St. Clair to flip
on the same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the
thugs. But nigga back up it's a bone thing, what?
Never takin' no shorts or no losses, creepin' up
outta me clique see. Mo Murda! Mo Murda! And Ouija
will be with me. Creepin' on ah come-up, doin it
foe tha love of money. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin'
jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to.
Remember me no surrender. Kill 'em me dig real
deep in a coffin. Me no pretender. Leathaface
takin' no shorts or no losses.
Bizzy [Wish]
Bone come break 'em down! [Takin' no shorts no
losses man!] [*3]
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down.
[Takin' no shorts no losses man!]
Wish
Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin'
niggas all up in them coffins. Let 'em know when
niggas run up, I gun 'em. Gotta let 'em know who
the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let 'em drop, Mo Thug!
Them niggas is nothing but killas. We creepin', we
needin' more money. We seen and we caught and hung
him, uh! I'm lovin' my thugstas, my clique
consists of nothing but hustlas. The nigga you
know that I heard you serve and murder all bustas
now. Hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means
pap, that's your life. And a nigga gotta die by
the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. Cockin'
my pump, my slugs all up in ya, now what? Shoot a
bitch just like a nigga, ain't no fear, for
trigger you'll fall. It's Wish Bone, no shorts,
gotta get mine, yeah it's my time. Me and my
thugs, smokin', chokin', let a nigga P.O.D. off
that wine.
Bizzy [Wish]
Bone come break 'em down! [Takin' no shorts no
losses man!] [*3]
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down.
[Takin' no shorts no losses man!]
Flesh
Run 'em up with that dog, jumped out of the
darkside. Come creep in a barrel, bitch, if you
test my hood. It'll be your loss. Even if you
bring your clique, get tossed, it'll do you no
good. Can't fuck with my gang, no thang, and them
bullets they rang out. Strangle the man, and drug
'em up off the Clair, we strip 'em and beat they
brains out. I gotta give P's to all of my trues
steadily payin' them dues. We niggas with nothin'
to lose, trippin' and sippin' on brew and actin' a
fool. Mo Thug be lovin' to smoke mo' bud, fiend
for the green leaves. Nigga, quick pull out them
trees. I pull out my cheese. Now, gimme, now, what
me need. Remember me killa, cap peela, still a
realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so bitch if you
run up, I'm bound to rip ya. Me puttin' in work,
pullin' me bullets, it hurt, better run to chalk
it. Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see
the Bone'll take no shorts or losses.
Bizzy [Wish]
Bone come break 'em down! [Takin' no shorts no
losses man!] [*3]
Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down.
[Takin' no shorts no losses man!]
Bizzy
Boneyard! Pump nigga that's startin' some shit
up, what? Little Ripsta, get 'cha. Cleveland
thugs, all of my muthafuckas show they nuts and
guts, runnin' up out the cut, pumpin' bucks. Ready
to fuck you up. Must bust them, and steady be
dumpin', thuggin' on the Clair, oh yeah, let's
smoke out on 88th, jumpin' with playas. When a me
forty-fo' let go, feelin' glock-glock roll. Now
they be gunnin' outta the window, we peep out the
few comin' outta the back door. Hang on the
darkside, ride, pick up your TEC, and they fly,
why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on
the nine-nine, ride. Me killa, gravedigger nigga,
comin' up out my trench. Rest In Peace, and
runnin' from the holice, jumpin' that barbed-wire
fence. Hittin' the pavement dazed, the gauge was
blazin'. Gotta watch when the po-po raisin' up
upon me. Turn around and faced 'em. Pump, pump and
fade 'em, now (fade 'em now, fade 'em now).
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