"CREPT AND WE CAME"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
Bizzy:
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to,
daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Ready be off 'em in a coffin, and a all'll be sprayed. Follow the
murderous gauge. Follow me murderous ways. Steadily pumpin' must
my killas peel ya. Po-po was all I saw. Pop, pop, outta the window.
We roll. Lil' Ripsta realer off and better often swang, tossed
off in a coffin with bangs. Slang on the darkside, man. Bang
on the darkside, man. Outta the thuggish ruggish city where-a we bail,
when I went back to my lair with the twelve gauge Mossberg pumpin' shells.
You're bloody murder murdered. Comin' to serve ya, runnin' with
gats and bats and balls, and a fifth of Rose is how we roll.
Krayzie:
Krayzie's on, and I crept, and I came up. Remember that killa,
that nigga named Leatherface. Now if you a thug, nigga, pick up your
pump and buck it. Put the bitch up in the gutter, fuck it. Nigga,
we told ya be fucked up, and startin' this rap thang, now. Never takin'
no shorts or losses, man--no way, no how--poppin' now. I steady be
thinkin' of a lot of hardtimes--my daily thang. Nigga, don't hang
with the phony busta niggas, only roll with thugstas, killas. Beat
'em in gutters. Me stick 'em. Me stuck 'em. We murdered
'em every time, now. Bodies be dug off in dumpsters--execution double
nine style. Hey, say, give it up to the niggas who steady be slangin'
that llello, bankroll. When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low.
When the po-po roll, that's when you lay low. When the po-po
roll, that's when you lay low.
Layzie:
Nigga, you shoulda seen the Bone--they came and touched down. Came
up with a plan, and we creepin' up outta me hometown. Me hate to be
leavin' the glock-glock, now, but I'm livin' so low down, Bone gotta roll
out. We livin' like trues, give it up to the bang, always stay down
for my thang. And I still remain the same, never gonna change. Out
my hood, I claim. Nigga done jumped in the game. It's straight
up confusion, 'cause niggas be shady. Niggas still gotta watch his
back daily, even more lately, but they can't break little Layzie. So
a nigga stay focused, I gotta get paid. The buddah, it run me forever,
me blaze. Thuggin' in my murderous ways. Praisin' the gauge,
let the buckshots spray. We shoot to this day. [Gotta 'em, killa.]
No shorts or no losses was meant, nigga, not played. Bottom line,
nigga. And Cleveland in your face. And nigga, we rollin' with
Ruthless in the nine for the pain, for the gain, for the love of money, fuck
the fame, we peep game. We crept and we came.
Bizzy:
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to,
daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.
Wish:
Bone crept and we came in the gang. Bang. Told ya, get down
for them thangs, man, but Bone still kickin' with the same trues thuggin'
on the Glock-glock. Ain't shit changed. Buck 'em. Fuck
'em. Put 'em in the ground, way down, lay down, busta. Nigga,
don't be tryin' no dumb shit; Bone's still pumpin' them daily slugs at ya.
Creepin' up outta the hood, roll to the West Coast with this rap
shit--nigga made good. Thinkin' on the nine nine, reachin' for my nine,
reachin' for your shit, wish you would. Pumpin' them slugs, put 'em
in a bodybag. Nigga, down for your cash. Nigga, that's your life.
Nigga, it's like that when my shit claims one through the temple straight
to the mind. Bailin' down the Clair, gettin' much love, needin' mo'
bud, gotta sell me some dum-dum smoke, me meanin' that yum-yum dope, and
it shit to swang some thangs, puttin' my gauge to your throat.
Bizzy:
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to,
daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.
Flesh:
A nigga stay down for my thang, bang, sendin' them bullets up into the
brains of the bustas. Hustlas, so nigga, never trust us. We the
muthafuckin' thugstas, drug this twelve gauge pumpsta, nigga, no shorts or
no losses. Nigga, the fifth dog. Maintain, swang, gotta kick
'em off, insane, so many hoes done took a loss. Nigga, get tossed by
the boss, and I'm off the hook when I put it down with Bone. Wanna
fuck with a thug? You're wrong. Run around, they lay, when I
spray that chrome. Bullets--they fly. Niggas--they die. I'm
comin' up when I ride, got mine, East 99, off into that crime when the thugstas
find they time to grind. Droppin' the dime, packin' the nine, and ready
to bang. Pullin' the triggers to blow out your brains. Bone got
a game, man. We crept and we came.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.
Bizzy:
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to,
daily.
Krayzie:
Bailin' for safety, we make it and chill.
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