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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