Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song No Shorts, No Losses, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony.
Date of issue: 24.07.1995
Age restrictions: 18+
Song language: English
No Shorts, No Losses |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Way down, way down |
I’m taking a swig of the burb word |
Downin' my fifth and I swerve |
Drunk as I bend on the curb |
Get up to purchase some herbs |
To ease up my nerves |
While a nigga got rocks to serve |
Heard about thugs and hustlas |
But never knew none like us before |
We junking them off in dumpsters |
Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts |
Peep this cut |
Make a nigga wanna do some dirt |
Puttin' in work gotta hit 'em where it hurts |
Puttin' it down Bone first |
And I hit 'em wid the Ouija curse them worse to worst |
Dog if you wanting to test Bone |
The con-se-sequences are fatal |
Ready be strapped papped wid me sawed off |
Clack back cause I believe in me label |
Ruthless, and we steady be puttin' it down |
Just for the love of money yeah |
For the love of the wasteland Claire |
For the love that brought me here |
Droppin' piece to the double Glock |
Ready when the trouble knocks pop pop ya pistol now |
If a nigga wanna run up gun up |
Put him on the ground make him lay down stay down |
Harmony smooth wid the thug shit |
Mo murda to the fool that clone |
Five niggas loc’d out wid the roughness |
And it’s war tryin' crab these Bones |
Bring on ya stretchers ya dearly departed |
Ya rest in the coffin for daring to cross this |
Come and get that ass tossed by the boss bitch |
Ain’t taking no shorts or no losses |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Way down, way down |
Nigga come fuck wid me now |
Krayzie that nigga that pump pump |
Nigga that’s my daily thang |
Down wid the bang bang swanging them thangs |
It really don’t matter man |
Insane to the brain |
My niggas so how could you ever compete with the trigger |
Bitch if you decide you want some of this now |
Bite one bid and nigga we’re coming to cut ya |
Everyday be the same old |
Still gotta flip on the same ho |
Niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs |
But nigga back up it’s a Bone thing what |
Never taking no shorts or no losses |
Creeping up outta me clik see |
Mo murda mo murda, and Ouija will be with me |
Creepin' on a come up doing it for the love ah money |
Stalking gat fools walking jack moves |
Ready to pap you if we have too |
Remember me no surrender |
Kill 'em and lay 'em up deep in ah coffin |
Me no pretender |
Leatherface taking no shorts or no losses |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Way down, way down |
Ain’t taking no shorts or no losses tossin' |
Niggas all up in them coffins |
They don’t know when they run up I gun 'em |
Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see |
Pop pop let 'em drop |
Mo Thug them niggas is nothin' but killas |
We creepin' we needin' mo money |
We sick and we cold and we hungry, (huh) |
I’m loving my thugstas |
My clik consist of nothin' but hustlas |
The nigga you know that’ll hurt ya |
Serve and murda all bustas now |
Hard times gotta grind get mine |
Even if it means pap that’s ya life |
And a nigga gotta die by the sword |
The guage, my nine and my knife |
Cockin' I pump my slugs all up in ya now what |
Shoot a bitch just like a nigga |
Ain’t no favor trigger you fall |
It’s Wish Bone, no shorts gotta get mine |
Yeah it’s my time |
Me and my thugs smokin' chokin' |
Let a nigga P.O.D, off that wine |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Way down, way down |
Remember when that dog jumped out of the darkside |
Come creep in the barrel bitch if you test my hood |
It’ll be your loss, even if you bring your clik |
Get tossed and it’d do you no good |
Can’t fuck wid my gang no thang |
And the bullets they ring out |
Strangle the man, and drug 'em up off the Claire |
We strip 'em and beat they brains out |
I gotta give p’s to all ah my Trues |
Steadily paying them dues |
We niggas wid nothing to loose |
Trippin' and sippin' on brews and actin' a fool |
Mo Thug be loving to smoke mo bud, fiend for the green leaves |
Nigga quick pull out them trees |
I pull out me cheese |
Now gimme now what me need |
Remember me killa cap peeler |
Still a realer nigga |
And I’m on to dig ya |
So bitch if ya run up I’m bound to rip ya |
Me put in me work |
Pullin' me bullets it hurt |
Better run to chalk it |
Diggin' ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood |
See the Bone’ll take no shorts or losses |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Bone come break 'em down |
Taking no shorts no losses man |
Way down, way down |
Bone y’all Bone nigga that’s startin' some shit up what? |
Little Ripster get you cleared up thugs |
All ah my muthafuckas show they nuts, and guts |
Runnin' up out the cut pumpin' bucks |
Ready ta fuck you up must bust them |
And steady be dumping thuggin on the Claire, oh yeah |
Let’s smoke out on 88th jumping, wid playas |
Whena me forty four let go |
Feelin' the Glock Glock roll |
95th gunning outta the window |
We peep out the few coming outta the back do' |
Hang, on the darkside ride |
Pick up your tec and let fly, why? |
I, die, by all ah my, unremorsefullest times on the nine nine |
Ride, me killa, gravedigga nigga, coming up out my trench |
Rest in peace and runnin' from the holice |
Jumping that barbed wire fence |
Hittin' the pavement dazed, the guage was blazing |
Gotta watch for the po-po raising up up on me |
Turn around and face 'em |
Pump pump and fade 'em now |