| Shit, we done come up a long way
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| We crept and we came, we did our thing, just like the song say
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| Nigga’s been talkin about us like it’s Bone Day
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| They say «them nigga’s my nigga’s ain’t kickin it no more.»
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| They say we all went solo, «nigga's ain’t even speakin no more»…You sure?
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| Nigga don’t they know y’all been my dogs since back in the day. |
| (Yep)
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| We been through some rough times, but never enough to make us break up
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| Besides, Bone is a business. |
| Even if we didn’t kick it, nigga this is business
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| So quit all that beef and come get this cheese
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| Nobody really been knowin the drama we done seen
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| Like my nigga Flesh in jail, stressin in that cell
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| And we been strugglin nigga, so we might spot ya with some bling bling,
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| and pull a Glock
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| Thuggish, ruggish nigga’s, probably heard about us runnin up, checkin these
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| busta’s
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| Actin like they ain’t gonna respect the Thugs, muthafuckas
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| We ain’t givin a fuck no more, we get smashed and play with the dough
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| Kickin ass just so that you know, for the money we goin for broke
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| Chorus (Krayzie)
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| I don’t waste my time without no dollar sign
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| If you ain’t talkin 'bout no paper would you stay outta mine
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| And don’t be tryin to test my patience cuz I do pack a nine
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| But y’all ain’t really tryin to go to war
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| Verse 2 (Layzie)
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| See these mind’s was handed the raw. |
| And nigga’s, they fuckin us, make the law
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| And sick and tired of seein nigga’s flossin, put it down real 'til I’m in my
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| coffin
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| Scrape a lape, can’t get me bent. |
| Nigga this tank don’t run on fumes
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| And if I ain’t got it you can assume, about to go get it and nigga’s is doomed.
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| (Caboom)
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| Cash is closure, this bank is run up before. |
| Nigga better picture me when I’m
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| rollin
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| Homie this nine is what I’m loadin, tryin to take me for the easy stick up
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| You better be pickin up your place or get a taste of this one eight seven
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| murder case
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| It’s dun-datta, no longer «see you tomorrow.»
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| I’ll be screamin «not a shotty,» he shouldn’t have had no problems
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| Top to bottom, in’s and out’s, and if you don’t know then close your mouth
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| Guessin games can lead to droughts. |
| When they fall over, your ass out.
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| Blast em out
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| Number one; |
| my family, number two; |
| don’t touch my money
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| Number three, just respectin everything that really sincerely love me
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| I’m a real thug strong and weak, the rich was in the poor
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| But you gotta get on your feet even if they blistered up and sore
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| Chorus (Krayzie)
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| I don’t waste my time without no dollar sign
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| If you ain’t talkin 'bout no paper would you stay outta mine
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| And don’t be tryin to test my patience cuz I do pack a nine
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| But y’all ain’t really tryin to go to war
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| Verse 3 (Bizzy)
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| Choke like nigga’s choke when they get that corner on 100 and 44
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| Smoke and think platinum, gun in my coat
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| Stick to my grill, lane switchin fixin a scrill
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| Look at the perfect one, show you right, please be still
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| Bought a new chest, honey coat cover the vest
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| Black and beautiful, oceanary quiverin lips
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| I’ve been to funerals, seen 'em in the casket dead
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| Across the wall, the shit is hurtin my head
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| Fed’s talkin, they watchin me in the bed tearin my broad up
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| «That dick is kinda small, my bitch is too much.»
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| C’mon, creep on ah come up and fuck it go to the club, thugs love it
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| Haters holdin a motherfuckin gun
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| Bitch you can’t be a judge, be real. |
| Enough is enough
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| Signs are soon delivered, the rivers are filled
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| Praise Jesis in this ghetto thesis
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| Only Jehova keep my foster brother breathin, give me the reason.
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| (Cuz I’m a soldier)
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| Chorus (Krayzie)
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| I don’t waste my time without no dollar sign
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| If you ain’t talkin 'bout to paper would you stay outta mine
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| And don’t be tryin to test my patience cuz I do pack a nine
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| But y’all ain’t really tryin to go to war
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| (Bizzy)
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| Bone Thugs -N- Harmony
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| (Repeat until fades out) |