Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Lyrics
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Lyrics
"All Original Lyrics"
Keep On Believing Lyrics
I woke up in the quiet dark Fed the cat and hit the park Cutest chicest chocolate queen Look and smiled right at me Keep on believing, keep on believing Keep on believing, keep on believing She said "hi" without no sound Made my head go Iight and 'round She was dressed to kill tne pope Ard what she did she gave me hope I smiled back without no sound I said "hi" and left the ground Keep on believing, keep on believing, keep on believing Life won't leave me alone Trouble won't leave rne alone Strenght don't leave me alone Truth don't leave me alone She looked so bright in pixie hair She made me know how much I cared Her brown eyes gave me but
I woke up in the quiet dark Fed the cat and hit the park Cutest chicest chocolate queen Look and smiled right at me Keep on believing, keep on believing Keep on believing, keep on believing She said "hi" without no sound Made my head go Iight and 'round She was dressed to kill tne pope Ard what she did she gave me hope I smiled back without no sound I said "hi" and left the ground Keep on believing, keep on believing, keep on believing Life won't leave me alone Trouble won't leave rne alone Strenght don't leave me alone Truth don't leave me alone She looked so bright in pixie hair She made me know how much I cared Her brown eyes gave me but
Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.
Krayzie:
Aw, triple-platinum, nigga, digga, and still thuggin' with the roughest muthafuckas in my city, and a nigga wonder, "How they still chillin' like that? Ain't you scared of a nigga that's tryin' to jack ya paper, snatch ya?" No. I really wish a nigga would turn and wanna take what's mine, 'cause I got an AK-47 shootin' trey-O times. You didn't think I'm willing to find a way to say, "Oh, my!" but check it out, though. I done made enough money to buy my ghetto a lot of weapons, y'all. And I made it, takin' out my weed. Here, stay high, nigga, so paranoia is factor when a nigga wanna act up. Nigga figure I'm quiet, then he 1ook at my sawed-offs, and they figure they can try me, like a muthafucka won't swang back or somethin', or even pull a nine out my jacket, and start dumpin'. Fuck 'em. I think a nigga see us on the video and playa hate and say that we ain't true to what we say, but, then again, when you see us on the street and playa hate, we bang them fuckin' brains [we bang them brains]. But then
, we switch subject, and fuck with them clones that suck the thug dick. Run around foul, tellin' people we stole your style. Muthafucka, we ain't never been in your town. It's all original when it's comin' from the Cleveland criminals, so here we go. Got a gun--s
Dear Mr. Fantasy Lyrics
Dear Mr. Fantasy Stephen Stills & Graham Nash Carry On (Disc 2) Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all happy. Do anything, take us out of this gloom. Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy. You are the one who can make us all laugh. Doing this, you break down in tears. Please don't be sad. If it was a straight life you had, none of us would've known you all the years. Each time you choose to sing the rock & roll blues, you take everybody's loneliness with you. What do you lose each time you face down a room? All of us see how it changes through you. So sing of the ocean of tears you have sailed, of strangers and lovers that took you.hould I buck 'em on down? Or should I kill 'em when I put the instrumental on? Why they wanna sound like Krayzie, Layzie, Bizzy, Wish and Flesh? I'm so full anguish. Gotta style so cold everybody and their mama wanna claim it, but they can't get the hang of it. Yeah.
Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.
Flesh:
Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold, I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time that they shot a nigga straight to the temple done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin', get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again, here to pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday, so say, "Mo," and it's still this strong to brain. I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's happenin' in the hood. It's all good. Niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 1ife, if you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up, yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah. We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect, 'cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin', send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a t
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Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.
Layzie:
Nigga, let me in. Double glock and never about to change, man. To the temple I aim and claim to gain control. Fin to rid your soul, creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo, they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know. Got a nation of my niggas out to back me, got another nation--killas out to try to jack me. Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull? Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose. Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction. They down with the puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action. Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse. If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps, and a I'm a give a little game in this world that we livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me. You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it, givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord. And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit, because the hater's gonna hate, and then the real--it's gon' feel, but I bet
of y'all fall that the faker's gonna perish in the fire. Dip, and you know when I'm rollin', I'm equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and I gladly put it on ya from the land of California, leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean. Yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with K.B. We gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we see. Any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on.
Wish:
Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the Bone, bite the Bone. Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong? Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow. We shoot 'em up, buck. Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation. Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em. And biters, everytime I see you on T.V., it makes me feel good, 'cause I know when we run up on you, you'll see we, we gotta get paid good. Nigga, don't shit come for free in this land of poverty, Bone in harmony. We hungry. Since it's all about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money. Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz, should I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all, should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's all original. Niggas mad at Bone because we be all original [all original].
Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.
Dear Mr. Fantasy Stephen Stills & Graham Nash Carry On (Disc 2) Dear Mister Fantasy play us a tune, something to make us all happy. Do anything, take us out of this gloom. Sing a song, play guitar, make it snappy. You are the one who can make us all laugh. Doing this, you break down in tears. Please don't be sad. If it was a straight life you had, none of us would've known you all the years. Each time you choose to sing the rock & roll blues, you take everybody's loneliness with you. What do you lose each time you face down a room? All of us see how it changes through you. So sing of the ocean of tears you have sailed, of strangers and lovers that took you.
Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.
Flesh:
Beat 'er up and you'll sleep when I step so stone-cold, I chalk 'em, coffin off and they frontin' that time that they shot a nigga straight to the temple done a little bit simpler to me and all bodies start steadily fillin', get real high, steady droppin' the time on 'em, time from time and again, here to pick all that know with the Bone it's a party everyday, so say, "Mo," and it's still this strong to brain. I hop on the phone with the homies to see what's happenin' in the hood. It's all good. Niggas, they thug us, smuggle, roll so deep in they own cut, but they gon' sacks sellin' for 1ife, if you pull a shyste off to the fiends, then gank 'em and leave 'em hangin' for the sake of come up, yeah, takin' ends, and we'll split ya, lost it in the stick up, yeah. We better shank 'em, thank 'em, fuck it, I thank 'em, and hope for respect, 'cause shit, he got sacrificed, my snatchin' a life in the midst of the dark and I sped off with the quickness, strikin', send a knife to the back of a playa hater, hate a t
h
Manzanillo Bay Lyrics
words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay Some times when the sun goes down And I'm lost in some other town My thoughts may drift away To Manzanillo Bay And I can see a fisherman His day's catch Iying on the sand Underneath the palms that sway Over Manzanillo Bay CHORUS: Now I'm missing your silver moon Black sands and your blue lagoon Some day I would like to be Back next to your shining sea Drinking rum from a conch shell Caught up in your magic spell Some day I would like to go Back down to Mexico I remember your fields of cane Your warm breezes and jungle rains And watching the children play Over Manzanillo Bay And out in your market s
ug, and they thought that I bruise easily. Come, they go through this little, (spin 'em). Most of what goes around, comes around. Ooh, bla-bla-bloody mess even though hoes really wanna test us. To the chest, Flesh buck buck, haters guess with a gun, they change in a whole new muthafuckin' attitude.words and music by Robb (Rabbitt) MacKay Some times when the sun goes down And I'm lost in some other town My thoughts may drift away To Manzanillo Bay And I can see a fisherman His day's catch Iying on the sand Underneath the palms that sway Over Manzanillo Bay CHORUS: Now I'm missing your silver moon Black sands and your blue lagoon Some day I would like to be Back next to your shining sea Drinking rum from a conch shell Caught up in your magic spell Some day I would like to go Back down to Mexico I remember your fields of cane Your warm breezes and jungle rains And watching the children play Over Manzanillo Bay And out in your market s
Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.
Layzie:
Nigga, let me in. Double glock and never about to change, man. To the temple I aim and claim to gain control. Fin to rid your soul, creep or roll, put some pressure on these hoes that, yo, they pose as foes, gotta let 'em know. Got a nation of my niggas out to back me, got another nation--killas out to try to jack me. Exactly, what the fuck you thought you was gon' pull? Fool, try to jack a St. Clair true, you lose, you lose. Nigga, I'm a tell you 'bout these haters distraction. They down with the puffin', the passin', 1ookin' for some action. Facts and stacks, never will my mission collapse. If you really want a thug, then you better pin these raps, and a I'm a give a little game in this world that we livin' in it, sinnin' in it, and it really ain't free to me. You get it how you take it, but the only way you'll make it, givin' peace to the G-O-D, your Lord. And it really don't mean that evil's gonna quit, because the hater's gonna hate, and then the real--it's gon' feel, but I bet
Friday Night Lyrics
And I don't want to spend this Friday night, like I had to spend last Friday night; dying by the record machine. All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void. There are so many things I should be doing but I don't, and I don't change. All day kerosene, all day I play with matchbooks. I push them all away or burn them alive in attempts to save me. Regret would require less arrogance. I like my self on the following conditions: that I'm better than the next guy at everything I'm into. And my looks are important if I'm less sophisticated. And my girlfriend's a bombshell and I'm all she's ever dated. And money's an object if it pays for my ego. Power's the drug, and pride s t
that after allAnd I don't want to spend this Friday night, like I had to spend last Friday night; dying by the record machine. All day cigarettes, all day entertain the void. There are so many things I should be doing but I don't, and I don't change. All day kerosene, all day I play with matchbooks. I push them all away or burn them alive in attempts to save me. Regret would require less arrogance. I like my self on the following conditions: that I'm better than the next guy at everything I'm into. And my looks are important if I'm less sophisticated. And my girlfriend's a bombshell and I'm all she's ever dated. And money's an object if it pays for my ego. Power's the drug, and pride s t
of y'all fall that the faker's gonna perish in the fire. Dip, and you know when I'm rollin', I'm equipped with the Ruger on my hip with the infrared beam, and I gladly put it on ya from the land of California, leavin' all of y'all goners, if you know what I mean. Yeah, so quick to test us, jump off in the Lexus with K.B. We gonna take a little journey around the world and see what we see. Any y'all niggas comin' with me? So, come on.
Wish:
Let me up in here and kill 'em, feel 'em niggas wanna bite the Bone, bite the Bone. Didn't a muthafucka say I'm wrong? Well I get down for mine, for my nine and blow. We shoot 'em up, buck. Yeah, strange we erupt on playa hation. Anybody hatin'? Erase 'em. And biters, everytime I see you on T.V., it makes me feel good, 'cause I know when we run up on you, you'll see we, we gotta get paid good. Nigga, don't shit come for free in this land of poverty, Bone in harmony. We hungry. Since it's all about money, give Bone a little bit of that evil money. Don't gather the fly shit, fuckin' with Cleve, top of line in my Benz, should I 1et 'em spin on all of y'all, should let my 20s spin on all y'all haters? Everything we write, I swear, it's all original. Niggas mad at Bone because we be all original [all original].
Krayzie/Flesh:
Better not be so quick test us,
[May they lay, they lay, may they lay, may they lay, may they lay.]
'cause we'll come to kill ya, now. We'll kill ya, now.