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All
[Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-ooh--killa, 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
darkside, but when you come just bring your guns
wit 'cha. If you're a busta niggas goin' have fun
wit 'cha. So, nigga, don't get me wrong, my niggas
swang them thangs, bang some brains, slangin'
llello. It all remains the same.
Wish
Step and you're catchin' some buckshots. Murder
one on the Clair, nine-glock-glock. Mo Thug,
what's up? Nigga, get drunk, put 'em in the mud,
pop and I can't stop now. Niggas that I thug with
kill. Pop to the chest. How does it feel? And
nigga we peel capsââ¬âpap! Fin' to get your wig
cracked back. Killin', I'm buckin' 'em down. I
wish you would try to get some redrum, bitch!
Nigga, don't test my hood.
Tombstone
A first degree murderin' wig splitter,
gravedigger diggin' a ditch. Puttin' a bitch and
them snitches in the pit. So don't fuck with them
niggas off the nine-nine. The foundation of niggas
committin' the crime and murderin' every time.
Niggas beware, 'cause here come the Clair mobbin'
like some soldiers. Watch me fold you for actin'
like somebody never told you. So off we go to the
bloody road. Time to bless some souls with that
nine shot, givin' props to the glock-glock.
Flesh
Pump-dump, when I let my shells down. Hit a lick,
now gimme the goodies, and nigga me dash. I reach
for the gauge and mash, yell out one-eighty-seven
and blast. Nigga, don't test nuts. Your luck's
fucked. Your feelin' the wrath of the Boneyard.
Thuggin' off with the Graveyard Shift then comin'
up for your ho card, bitch. Scandalous niggas
dwell in the Clair, be servin' them chop-chops. We
rippin' them guts with buckshots, pop-pop. Me give
up shots out to the glock-glock.
Krayzie
You better believe that we runnin' this thug
style. Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Flesh, Wish, them
wicked now. We straight off the glock-glock. Run
up, get your wig split now. East 99 follow me down
to me street, buck, we thug on the darkside.
Better have your pop, niggas be trippin' and
flippin' as soon they get high. One-eighty-seven,
you're caught in a murder. Niggas up to no good.
Po-po. Fuck no! They never could fuck with a
thug-ho.
All [Krayzie]
Pop-pop, [Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-oohââ¬âkilla.] givin'
up shots to the double-glock, glock [*4]
Mo! Hart
Nothin' but them killas, straight up thuggas,
rippin' bucks on bloody clothes. Thugs gaugin'
pump eruptions, nigga trippin' shot and fuck 'em
down, buckin' them coppers down, round after round
after round. Bloody bodies, badges spreaded on the
ground. Ain't no sound, just the demon screamin',
Rest in peace. I guess you got to suffer. Ready to
dip, hollow point tip, got your wig split, and
made your body rupture. 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.
All
Boogy Nikke on the mic, right.
Boogy 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 sucka's
head and two up in his body. Now peep my creep. I
keep the reefer smoke all up inside me.
Layzie
We jumpin' up off of the hood. We bailin'. We
thugs and we lookin' like crooks. The terror be
fatal. Ready to roll, now we willing and able.
Rollin' with Ruthlessââ¬âBitch! Better check my
label. Murdered them (them), never come again
where the scandalous niggas settle. Bloody nigga,
trues be on my level. Eighty through the ten-five
is the soldiers' ghetto. Nigga, don't take the
wrong turn--you will enter the hood, and we're
splitters so cover your dome. Out the cut, where
the thugs and hustlas roam. Cleveland Browns, the
Dawg Pound home, it's on.
Sin
Never get in the mix of a Clair player--you're
liable to get your wig 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, you got me bent, all fucked up. Your luck's
up. Now y'all done get sent to your gravesite as
John Doe for fuckin' with those...
Gates
It's them thugs runnin' amuck all night, but a
slug up in you. The dummy thought we'd never
divide, go nationwide with the buck-buck. So where
you at? Where you at? I'm strapped and ready to
snap and yank a nigga's neck back. Split a
Kool-Aid hat. Into the graveyard, but prepare to
get drugged up on the Clair to tear a round 'fore
somebody gets struck. You still won't want some
bitch, and what the muthafuck I want? I want to
wham you with a Tec-9. Now bitch, press your luck!
All [Krayzie]
Pop-pop, [Ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-oohââ¬âkilla.] givin'
up shots to the double-glock, glock [*16]
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