Song information On this page you can find the lyrics of the song Show 'Em, artist - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony. Album song BTNHRESURRECTION, in the genre Иностранный рэп и хип-хоп
Date of issue: 28.02.2000
Age restrictions: 18+
Record label: Ruthless
Song language: English
Show 'Em |
Shit, who Bone Thugs? |
Man them niggas broke up a long time ago |
Nigga what the fuck you talking bout? |
Mmm huu |
Shit Nigga |
I’ll tell you one thing |
Ain’t nothing like that buddah lova bomb shit baby |
You right about that shit right there |
You know, Is that right? |
Heh heh |
Nigga you gotta be kidding me… |
What? |
Nigga give me a drink! |
Here nigga, here some Hennessy |
Man, them niggas can’t be dying |
Bone Thugs Negro |
Don’t know where you are? |
It can’t be over! |
It ain’t over with nigga, what you talkin' bout? |
Nigga gimme a drink |
And tha haters can’t stand it |
They can’t believe it. |
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony… |
Ha ha ha, goddamn right nigga! |
Ruthless Records |
What, What Rest in peace Little Eazy Godfather |
Ooh-eee |
Better call the police! |
Bone Thugs~N~Harmony, 2000 muthafuckas! |
Our Father who Art in Heaven, hallowed be thy name |
Will they prostitute me? |
Will they prosecute me? |
Stay under surveillance |
Get out tha county, this nigga ain’t got all my fuckin' jewelry |
Local niggas, got me fucked up Bone Thugs bitch |
Runnin' and we thuggin' it up |
Look at a creepin' on ah come up |
Ooooh, we don’t wanna murda ya, and it’s so mysterious |
How many niggas wanna kill us will they run up? |
Come kill me hater, murder with the ak |
Play our, play our C Town, all the way through T Town |
Northcoast keep goin |
Ready for the Midwest invasion |
Y’all niggas keep growin |
But know that I know we was saken |
Fuck shit some niggas can’t take it, respect that |
But we poets and if you don’t squash it, fuck some rap shit |
I be on some many mack your ass attack shit |
Ready to back that |
Now who rollin? |
Bone |
Krayzie up in this muthafucka |
Nigga I’m rollin', and ain’t leavin' this muthafucka untill somebody dead! |
And even though we know niggas bust back |
Big bullets givin' muthafuckas heart attacks |
Unload Tat-tat-tat-tat! |
Krayzie Bone never did roll with no hoes |
Hell naw we lettin' muthafuckas know |
Everybody on the floor! |
And this ain’t no goddamn joke! |
Nigga, break yourself or get broke! |
All I want is the money |
My cash flow |
And I’m leaving on the first thing smoking out to Cleveland |
We gotta get even |
Even if it means I got to stop a muthafucka from breathin |
And I’m waitin' for niggas to plot to rob me |
Nigga that can explain the reason you fucked up, bleedin |
Never forgot about guns, never forgot how to load em |
Never forgot how to shoot em |
Always a thug nigga what? |
Fuck it, let’s shoot up the club |
If any of you niggas get pumped |
Thinkin' you thug and you jump, nigga, you goin' get stomped |
And we goin' shut this whole thang down |
Going out with a big bang, pow! |
And that’s how the thugs do it |
You know we get down and dirty |
Nigga, you know the story, don’t make me, boil me |
Let’s get ready for war |
Last year we was humble, nigga, this year we heartless |
So, any nigga that want static |
Come meet us outside in the Yard, bitch! |
It’s a hell of a job, when you marry the mob |
I put a ring on my finger and say goodbye to my kids |
Never ever will I be a legal citizen collectin' my dividends til the law |
Ends, flossin |
Rollin in my Benz I go against the grain |
See, we ain’t go change |
I take an eye for a eye |
Either thug or you die, and I ain’t goin cry |
Rock a bye bye, nigga, die-die |
Got a grudge against the judge |
Tryin' to lock up my thugs |
Wanna see us fall short |
Fuck it, I’ma blow up the court and show ‘em no remorse |
Hit ‘em up with the C4, backdoor |
Nigga, let Stack go |
I’ma attack with rap and show the crooked ass law no love |
Better let dogs loose |
Got him, hold him up |
And on top of that, these niggas fuckin' with cuz |
All the real niggas in the streets with heat |
If you really got beef, then buck it, fuck it |
Nigga get disgusted, commit that 187 in public |
If you runnin' for your life |
In hot pursuit and you got to shoot to stay free, scream |
Murda on the government, take me |
No surrender, no retreat |
Might as well say |
Fuck this rappin', what’s happenin? |
Layzie goin out blastin I’m smashin on any muthafucka who be thinkin they |
Gon |
Get they ass off without gettin' a little action |
I crept and I came, down for my thang, mane |
It’s a different game |
Muthafuckas out callin' my name, but I’ma keep it the same |
Figured I changed, nigga, fuck the fame |
It ain’t no mystery about mine |
Same little nigga from the double nine |
Everytime, I keeps it real with shit you can feel, still to the Glock Glock |
Aw yeah, I’ma hit 'em with the murda mo |
See ‘em, better let it go |
Bet they gon' run, run. |
Nine millimeter plus |
I got a nigga beat or when it ain’t enough |
I got my shotgun |
Now, how many niggas wanna roll with me? |
Y’all say you real, then we’ll see |
Will you ride for me? |
Will you die for me? |
If I pop somebody, straight up lie for me? |
There he go, now slowly approach |
Start buckin' but baby, no kills |
Hit him low, we gotta get money so fuck it |
Just show him what’s real |
Cause it’s all about money, money, yeah |
Don’t get in my way |
Fuckin' with my money |
Cause that could surely get you killed |
Better find somebody to play with ‘cause I really ain’t out to play bitch |
Serious ‘bout mine ‘cause you’re runnin' out of time |
And talkin' that shit’ll get you touched, bitch |
Now you know that we ain’t into that rappin back and forth on no song |
Shit, like we ain’t got nothin' else to talk about but you on that ho shit |
There go Cleveland |
Lets get it over with |
Get the fuck outta my way |
They say they move down and side to side |
I beg to part your stupid ass clean out my path |
Nigga, when the bullet blow! |
One bullet for this silly muthfucka! |
Your bloodbath, baby livin' in the day that made me sick in tha head |
So crazy, interrogation |
So many haters aggravate, so I convey and toss grenades |
You niggas wanna be the T H U G? |
Please, like me but can’t see me |
Bend and roll like a fuckin hog |
Muthafuck, 5th Dawg is definitely too damned greedy, sleazy |
So many hoes screamin, bitch, skeeze me |
Tease my nuts, get up on the thug stroll darlin |
Stack my dollars up to the ceiling |
Nigga, with a mob and creepin through the neighborhood robbin damn |
It’s a man on the roof with a gun, better run |
It’s your chance |
Runnin through servin a dum dum to you |
I’m a unique Bone Thug man |
Stop wonderin' why did he leave that bloody, dead body gone |
The nigga thought he could fuck with mine |
But you’ll never find no others more like my kind |
You heard my niggas willin' to get down and dirty |
I don’t give a fuck! |
See the villian trudgin, nigga, peelin slugs! |
A muthafucka here to show you who the realest thugs and that’s us |
The original thugstas |
Subliminal criminal way to kill an individual |
Bone clone niggas that thinkin' that they invincible |
But not a real |
I’m here to let you know, for sure, hoes! |
Yeah niggas |
Bone back in the house once again |
Bringin ya’ll niggas that real shit! |
Lil Layzie, Bizzy, Wish, Krayzie, and that nigga Flesh! |
Wanna say what’s up to all them real ass niggas out there feelin this thug |
Shit and |
Fuck all y’all player hatin ass |
Clonin ass, wannabe Eazy-E Bone Thug Mo Thug ass niggas! |
We told ya’ll niggas this shit was eternal |
Eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal, eternal… |