"CLOG UP YO MIND"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY

Krayzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?
Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody.  I'm quiet.  I'm thuggin', but I also flex.  May God protect the nigga, pull the trigger on my guns, and well, I might be crazy, but as I cruise in my Mercedes as I ride by, nigga, if you wanna spray, hey, I buck strictly for the policeman.  I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm rollin' with the niggas in the hood, and that's how we play.  Wanna feel a Mossberg pump hit your chest?  Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.  'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, we're devil-like, (?) see ya flipped again in the Land got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam, dead they lay.  If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he passed and I bet he blast, and an innocent nigga should've never been there in the first place.  Fall! You got your curse today, ha!  Wanna die hard nigga?  Wanna get up back and buck and fuck shit up?  Do what you want.  Show a bitch:  Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga.  Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my back.

Layzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga, gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum, though, when I'm lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top.  Double glock'n, and it's not forgotten, pistols pop.  From the Clair, it's them Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets.  You can't blame us.  Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep.  You can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.  Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test, stress, wanna be blessed, confess, understand that, then wait for sin to be dead.

Bizzy:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind], nigga.
And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the day 'til after tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so soon, it's so hard to swallow.  I know.  I know, hey, how to get down for my thang, you'll need a coffin, pray that my soul's gonna get ya (?), sent out with a bang.  Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, with those I'm rollin' a flow-mo, and takin' an alley, dodgin' the po-po.  (...?...) but I let it rest, while in the asylum stressin'.  Demon was screamin', I'm fiendin', when I'm put in prison, but I got out and I learned my lesson, lesson.  The moment my Mama had me  (...?...) to Pop, but not with my daddy.  But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I face (...?...).  Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their bodies.  Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas kill 'em, you die.  Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page).  (Startled) in the by the distance of me grave.  (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had to shake up, in a daze I left 'em).  For the love of money, make me go crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me.  Lil' Eazy told me, roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...)  Fiend for the green, see the bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a pop up away, and child confused before me).

Wish:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?
Now give it to 'em.  Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate, mental state, when the Bone be on.  We steadily creepin', givin' you what you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know Bone ain't no hoes [no, no].  You haters make me feel like, "You wanna feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?"  But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they don't let us see green.  I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry.  Armies be ready to ride when it's time to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill.  You gon' die.  You' gon' die.  I bet ya.  If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on.  If you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.

Krayzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.

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