Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Lyrics
Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Lyrics
"Da Introduction Lyrics"
Experimental Magic Lyrics
Incarnations in the voice of a child Spells brewed in wizened fingertips Eyes implode and guts fountain, cranial terror of the invader Twelve disciples erupt in flames The thirty air consumes the ashes Unleash predators avenging shadows pursued by barbaric serenades Experimental magick Blood of a new Christ Whirring in isolation vowing revengre on the cosmos The moon commands the creation hatched under a lunar bane<
Incarnations in the voice of a child Spells brewed in wizened fingertips Eyes implode and guts fountain, cranial terror of the invader Twelve disciples erupt in flames The thirty air consumes the ashes Unleash predators avenging shadows pursued by barbaric serenades Experimental magick Blood of a new Christ Whirring in isolation vowing revengre on the cosmos The moon commands the creation hatched under a lunar bane<
Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone . . .
Eazy-E: Eternal. Eternal. Eternal . . .
St. Clair, niggas [niggas, niggas].
[Laughing. Scream. Thunder.]
Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow. The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they bloody victims. 'Member to test nuts . . .
[Explosion.]
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
[Laughing.]
Right back at your muthafuckin' ass comes those real true thugs staight of the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas. You better tell me what's real, bitch. Takin' over shit in the nine five, I bring to you the one and only, Bone thugs-n-harmon
Step Back Lyrics
You're so fucking weak You disgust me It's a drag when you bring me down All the things you say No one cares anyway But then you've got to deal with me I see through the lies To the bottom of your eyes Your fake charisma pulls you through The house of cards that you built On the cheap shot guilt Doesn't mean a fucking thing to me You're pathetic and weak You're a fake and you lie I'd like to crush you like an insect<
y.You're so fucking weak You disgust me It's a drag when you bring me down All the things you say No one cares anyway But then you've got to deal with me I see through the lies To the bottom of your eyes Your fake charisma pulls you through The house of cards that you built On the cheap shot guilt Doesn't mean a fucking thing to me You're pathetic and weak You're a fake and you lie I'd like to crush you like an insect<
Nigga, this St. Clair [this St. Clair, this St. Clair].
Layzie:
Yeah, nigga.
Krayzie:
Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.
Bizzy:
Nigga be all about that llello bankroll. Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang. Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good til dawn. When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'. Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven. Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray. Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya. When I roll with realer niggas, pop, pop. Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.
Krayzie:
Them St. Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs,
Transform Lyrics
Oh yeah How come everything is not like it used to be And how come everything is never the same Your head spins, turns around a look of confusion This can't be real, I think it’s only a game They said one way, you’re going One way to be and I can’t believe in those words The truth is there is no truth Mystified, can't compute Well I said forget about Everything you’ve heard You won’t last that long You wo
now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud. They drugged. I roll with them trues. Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor fucked up. What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new. So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks. Bust a left at the block. Hey, what do ya know? Oh, no, the po-po--they follow. Copper gotta see the nigga layin' but can't escape, but nigga, remember my motto: me no surrender. Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five. Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mill, better not get caught for real. Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel. Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my click, and so listen you bitches that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets. So drop that dollar, man. Gotta holler, bang. Fuckin' with a thug nigga smokin' blunts. Nigga, Oh yeah How come everything is not like it used to be And how come everything is never the same Your head spins, turns around a look of confusion This can't be real, I think it’s only a game They said one way, you’re going One way to be and I can’t believe in those words The truth is there is no truth Mystified, can't compute Well I said forget about Everything you’ve heard You won’t last that long You wo
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I'm Doin' Fine CRAZY Man Lyrics
[Music: M. Grosskopf, Lyrics: M. Kiske] Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back The tables in the kitchen are tryin' to break my neck All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes My mother's old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues I can taste what's in the sun No time to waste 'cause there is none When I feel blue I see it shine But still it's true I'm doin' fine You can't see me 'cause now I'm al
n the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get (?) I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke. [Music: M. Grosskopf, Lyrics: M. Kiske] Thunder, flash and lightening is working on my back The tables in the kitchen are tryin' to break my neck All the late night memories are leaning in my shoes My mother's old grey leather gloves are singing loud the blues I can taste what's in the sun No time to waste 'cause there is none When I feel blue I see it shine But still it's true I'm doin' fine You can't see me 'cause now I'm al
Layzie:
Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off thai. My niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine. But I kill 'em all, dog. Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on niggas, so what now? Come, nigga, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the fuck down. And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas. Some niggas done fucked up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas. Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell. Daily collectin' me mill, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails. Oh, well.
Krayzie:
Execution double nine style,
with Layzie:
steadily sendin' that body underground.