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