| Yeah I got a couple cribs, so what, nigga
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| Rollin sittin on dub, dubs, nigga
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| But I don’t have to wear no diamonds to shine
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| Don’t need none of that cause I’m Bone, Bone
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| Look at me tipsy sippin on Grey Goose, finna let loose cause I can
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| Fuckin with people that’s off in the crowd, nigga you know me, I’m the man
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| Cleveland, is the city, where the Thuggstaz get down
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| Just come to my town and ask around, they tell you who the rawest in town
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| Cause I’m a +Thug By Nature+, strictly for the paper
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| Ain’t nobody steppin to Steve (B-O-N-E)
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| I come with the ones, I come with the guns
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| I come with them things that go bang
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| It’s still an +Everyday Thang+, for me to let my nuts hang
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| You want a performance, where’s the ticket?
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| If the price right we can kick it
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| Like a lick, I’ma hit it, party on I gots to get it
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| Keep them foxy women baggin it up (baggin it up)
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| While them haters stayin actin up (actin up)
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| You flashin what? |
| I’m flashin flossy nuts
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| Girl if you comin take a ride with me
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| And if you ridin with me, sit back recline in yo' seat
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| Cause in the world where I’m from the sun always shine
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| And even though a nigga don’t want it baby the world is mine, so c’mon
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| I’m out of my mind with the ski mask, chains and gloves
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| Waitin for niggas to come out of the club (I hit 'em up!)
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| Give me the dubs for my niggas that bang and slang drugs
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| We fuckin them niggas up, ain’t no love for Bone Thugs?
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| Nigga fuck y’all! |
| Y’all bitches used up
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| It’s business as usual, I ain’t takin no shit, from none of ya
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| Wanna see my niggas with no, money huh?
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| Since a nigga young think he rollin with dummies, oh you a sucka for
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| That’s why I pitch ya bitch, flippin that activist of freedom
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| And I’m Bone Thug too, make 'em meet 'em
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| No podium, just a pistol and nails to leave quickly
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| Youngest Bone nigga, 7th Sign mastermind, y’all get wit me
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| We steppin inside the party, Mardi Gradi
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| Now give me a shot of Bacardi, let it get up in my body
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| Make my body body rock rock — I’m lookin at rappers so full of shit
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| I’ma just get up against the wall dawg and pull on my dick
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| Tell the DJ don’t even tell 'em we in here (shhh) we on the low
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| No thuggin in V.I.P. |
| for me and my niggas, we on the flo'
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| C’mon heyyy — we fin' to get this party started right
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| Could you put some Thug music on?
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| Like Bone Bone to get a nigga vibin in my zone, hey!
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| I hear the same shit song after song, man
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| How many times is you gon' tell us about you ballin, huh?
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| How many rhymes is you gon' write like that before you fall off?
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| That’s why we back and we fin' to bomb in this bitch
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| Ring the alarm, better be gone when we mob up in here
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| So you better get with the Thugs or shut the fuck up and back up off me
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| And I don’t need no diamonds to shine, nigga I floss me, what?
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| Niggas talkin loud (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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| But they ain’t really sayin nothin (not a damn thing, damn thing)
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| Niggas talkin loud (uh-huh, uh-huh)
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| But they ain’t really sayin nothin (not a damn thing, damn thing) |