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Who the nigga with the gauge in ya face? |
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It's Leatherface in the place, about to hit ya in ya bankroll |
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All the niggaz that was poppin' before started to rock it |
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We got this, now try to stop it if ya ain't hoes |
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Wouldn't ya know, this the coldest flow |
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And have them feelin' it all over the world, they see the |
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B-B-BoneMe and my niggaz is thorough-bred |
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And every time we pull up in the party we twirl in |
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Yeah, they be like, "Look, look, there go them Bone Thug niggaz""I wonder if them niggaz is really some thug niggaz" |
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And then they start to drink and get a little buzz in 'em |
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And then they get to thinkin' they can fuck with us niggaz |
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Now we don't need a lot of bodyguards when we roll |
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So you know we packin' heaters from the door |
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Fo-Fo, all |
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I really need to guard my body |
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And plus I'm with some niggaz all kind of psychotic |
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You niggaz is fucked, yeah! |
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That's what ya gonna do |
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When ya run up, ya done up, them busta niggaz fools |
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And we don't play, catch a feelin', bring it yo way! |
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We them thugs, niggaz really buzzed, nigga all day! |
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If we have to, yeah, think about the time |
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When a nigga disrespect mine, where |
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I'm from, then |
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I got to shoot! |
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St. Clair, yeah! |
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Cleveland's right here! |
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Hustlin' right here, them thugsta niggaz right here! |
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What, what? |
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Them other niggaz play tenderous, and won't bust! |
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Not not me no, not me, |
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I will bust at will, |
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I'll see ya |
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Comeback boy, for sayin' what? |
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And I'll spray ya, yes, |
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I'll see ya |
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You should have never passed, stay in your place |
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Mind your bidness or end up needin' a witness, yeah |
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Let me make this the last time, a nigga gotta say this |
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The original |
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Bone Thugs, them niggaz ain't to play with |
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We get down for our damn thang, rank us among the greatest |
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And I'm sendin' my shouts out, and fuck you to the haters |
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Who deny? |
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In 1994 we switched the game up |
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With the homies with the rappin' and the flow that always change up |
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Playin' lames in the games, what a shame, had to hang up |
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They music careers, cause my clique brought the bangers |
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These niggaz wanna ride on a coat-tail |
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They stay on the dick, because we servin 'em so swell |
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I remember when motherfuckers called it bitin' |
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They used to do that, cause these niggaz couldn't write it |
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All I'm tryna say is, give a nigga credit |
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If a nigga can't get it, then a nigga gettin' deaded |
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It's all about respect, remember |
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Layzie Bone said it |
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Better believe |
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I'ma get mine, |
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I'm dyin' as a legend |
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I'm livin as a legend, if |
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I want it |
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I'ma get it |
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Nigga, hustle game tight, y'all can't fuck with it |
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This swagger is so strong, been doin' it so long |
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And nigga it's so cold, with bidness |
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We got the thugs on the line and the thugs screamin' mo |
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When we put it all together, thug niggaz gettin dough |
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Settin' trends in this bitch, like we did it before |
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Still creepin' on ah come up, through the back door, nigga |