Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song East 1999, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Date of issue: 24.07.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
East 1999 |
Thinkin’bout back in the days when the year was '89 |
Little nigga on da grind |
Gotta get mine doing my crime, |
Wid two in here, |
Steady stackin’my ends |
Puttin’my serve down on the Claire 9−9, |
Hittin’up the Graveyard Shift wid real |
Little Will Big Wally and Wish Bone |
Little Wally high rollerz and he wonda why niggas so strong |
Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love |
Kept ah nigga on his toes in the game |
It’s an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang, |
Gotta make ya grandas each daily man |
Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart |
We niggas from the land fool, and the old school, |
Just serve out ya sentence and be cool |
Fuckin’wid Trues rest in peace |
My little nigga Ripster stress that Bone luv |
Smokin’on bud, cause ah nigga Mo Thug |
Callin’up my niggas when it’s time to nut up In the 9−9 niggas gon’drop to the number 1 wid ya gun so run run |
Cleveland is the city where ah nigga come from |
Slangin’them dum dum dum dums |
Verse 2: Krayzie Bone |
Niggas it’s going down, up in the C-Town |
Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose, |
For the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons |
Nigga roll up the buddah, |
Smoke it all up nigga don’t stiff on the reefer |
Mo runnin’up outta the club wid this |
Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper creeper |
Strip as you hear the double glock glock |
Widda me rocks cocked sweatin’me bad, |
Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top |
Hit the body and the bullshit stop |
Wheneva them troublin’us, |
Where the po-po niggas roll solo split up and swerve |
Krayzie take caution, |
Take out my llelo and tossed it Send 'em in the road to the curb |
Running, ducking, jumping, |
Up in the land my niggas is craaazy, |
Me slangin’wid nuff 'n me bang on the block |
And nigga this daaaily, |
Who the nigga wid the 12-guage (Pump) |
Mr.Sawed-Off Leatherface so you betta pray |
Eternally thugsta, |
East nine-teen nine-ty nine |
Verse 3: Bizzy Bone |
Gotta give peace to the SCTs |
And the one big thug on the glock, |
Pump blast fa the cash |
Then I mashin wid gas gotta dash away from the cops |
Not lettin’no pause |
Steadily flippin’up rows |
Rippin’up flesh wid six dogs |
That’s that thugsta yes I pump slugs |
And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas |
Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn |
And I guess that hood’ll neva learn |
Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm |
When I’m on ah mission for my set-ty |
Pick up my niggas be peelin’out wid me Roll up me window me wind blow fuck up my indo |
I’m an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage |
I empty, me scan-dalous niggas are pon de loose |
But it’s no fuckin’wid the family |
Now feel it nigga understand me Much love much bud for them St. Claire thugs |
East nineteen ninety nine is where ya find me Slangin’them mutha-fuckin'drugs. |
Verse 4: Flesh N Bone |
Dun dun leavin’the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun |
They know that me noddin’they head off |
And I gots to have me fun |
Leaving 'em hung, breakin’fakin' |
You studio gangsta bitch trick |
Niggas’ll get beat |
I’m handlin’the shit |
And I split in the midst of the darkness, |
Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin’a hoe check |
Betta check ya Rolex, |
Ya timed now fa givin’up respect |
Ta them S-C-Ts from C-L-E the scandalous niggas that dwell |
Hell offa the forscythe and bail, |
Leavin’ah trail ah the boody victims |
The fifth dog maulin’and maulin’neva them catch me slippin' |
As if and if and they find |
They may give me time instead ah me trippin' |
We flippin’the scripts on ova |
See the Bone ah be neva sober |
Niggas told ya triggas showed ya East nine nine nine five soldiers |
Verse 5: Wish Bone |
Wanna run red rum try to run and get away |
But it’s just to laaaate, |
Watch out buckshots when I come buck buck |
Betta guard that fuckin’face |
Dumpin’them slugs on you fools |
Rollin’wid me Trues, drinkin’brews, |
Don’t start no shit we come equipped |
So niggas stay cool, one eighty seven, |
You think that you going to heaven, |
Put slugs all up in that chest dunn, |
To hell is where you be dwellin' |
Popping ah clip in them bodies me dumpin' |
Watchin’you fall to the pave |
Wid me nine milli pumpin' |
Puttin’dem bodies all off in dem graves |
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run |
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run |
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run |
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run run run |
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