Bone Thugs-n-Harmony《WWIII》[MP3_LRC]

Bone Thugs-n-Harmony - WWIII

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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone

Gotta give it on up to the glock glock

Pop pop better drop when 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 than slipped the clip in

Mistakin' the bloody victims

Ever if ya test nuts to the chest and

Buck buck buck blow

Ha ha ha hah ha ha ha haa

Right back at your motherf**king a*s

Comes those real true thugs

Straight out the double glock

Puttin' it down for the motherf**kin' land

Taking no shorts no losses

Puttin' it on you jealous b***h made playa hating a*s *s

You betta tell 'em what's real b***h

Takin' ova the s**t in the '9 5

I bring to you the one and only

Bone Thugs N Harmony

N***a this St Claire

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin them bodies undaground

It'll be all about that llelo bank roll

Betta make that money man dead wrong

Put it on the low betta beat them h*es

Gotta get them demons off me

Creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul

And sleepin' ain't good to go now

When I'm wll rollin' off those

'N betta watch the do'

Bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'

None ah them thugs I bails wid

Put ah trail ah twelve guage shells

Bloody be smell 1 8 7 and the 2 11

12 guage and the AK 47 spray

Let the Ripster kill 'em now

Put 'em off in the grave daily

When the slugs start crawl up in ya

Well I roll wid realer *s

Pop pop drop to the sound and to ground

Lit 'em up to kill ya

Them St Claire thugs we love

When they pumpin' them slugs now what

See them duck from the scum

When I dug them enemies deep in the muddy d**g

Don't run wid them

Choose snooze you lose

And left in the alley fa f**ked up

What's up wid them shoes ooh they knew

So we runnin' offa my dog's truck

Bust ah left at the block and what'da ya know

All ah the po po they follow

Cuff ah guy and see him layin' behind the store

But n***a remember my motto

No surrender gotta get away hit the fence wid the quickness

Hit the other side and I swing to the right

Running through the gutta hit '95

Peel bending for safety we make it and chill

Gotta make ah mil but ah nine kick off for real

N***a drop that bill or I pop my steel

Ain't no competition don't f**k wid my clik

And so listen you b***hes stay trippin' it's okay

When we stickin' and lickin' them pockets

So droppa that dolla man glocka holla bang

Thuggin' wid ah thug n***a smoking blunts

N***a don't stiff on no w**d smoke it off

Cause n***a you know when the pockets get ride

I'ma run and get ah sack and come choke wid ch'all

Now you f**kin' wid these thuggish killas

Creepin' up outta the land and they ready to ride

Gettin' high of thai

My niggs in the land got glocks fa days on the 9 9

Betta kill 'em all dog

Bed make as they fall wid the 12 guage you bustin' on *s

So what now come n***a get buck pow

And not only that get shut ta f**k down

And I'm talkin' bout *s that wanna contend wid the thugstas

Some n***a done f**ked up

Neva no playa hataz in the clik touch loud and we neva no bustaz

Neva catch ah n***a sleep

Hear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland dwell

Daily collectin' me mail

And I meet you in hell if all else fails

Oh well

Execution double nine style