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