Thuggish Ruggish Bone - Bone Thugs-n-Harmony

Fuck your reasons I don't need em Yeah, flex like watch my wrist my bands I'm too conceited Don't get me heated Spray up might kill your whole meeting Hit you up for the pussy wanna beat it Money stand y'all like Lincoln Niggas don't know about Number (N)ine Number (N)ine shirt wit the holes in it And I got this 9 I put some holes in ya She keep saying shit I'm like the wrong nigga Just make sure that you don't push me Just make sure that you don't touch me nigga Just make sure that she gone love ya nigga Fuck your reasons I don't need em Yeah, flex like watch my wrist my bands I'm too conceited Yeah I ball like Kyrie And my new bitch look like Kehlani (My new bitch) All this fire inside me Spent 5 on my shirt too much for a nigga My whole life ain't worry bout niggas Bitch calm down don't stress bout niggas Tommy on me I don't fuck wit niggas Niggas ain't deep they ain't like my bros My hoes, my bitch my wife my mistress Seen my girl bet you wish you could hit this Kill niggas like I got em on a hit list I'm never missing I got Gosha all on my body (Hoodie) Niggas see me they copy Niggas don't get it they copy (Over) Bitch my baby like rock me, whoa Fuck your reasons I don't need em Yeah, flex like watch my wrist my bands I'm too conceited Don't get me heated Spray up might kill your whole meeting Hit you up for the pussy wanna beat it Money stand y'all like Lincoln Number (N)ine shirt wit the holes in it And I got this 9 I put some holes in ya She keep saying shit I'm like the wrong nigga Just make sure that you don't push me Just make sure that you don't touch me nigga Just make sure that she gone love ya nigga Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Yeah Fuck your reasons I don't need em Yeah, flex like watch my wrist my bands I'm too conceited Don't get me heated Spray up might kill your whole meeting Hit you up for the pussy wanna beat it Money stand y'all like Lincoln

Bone Thugs Who be the niggas that be sneakin' the pistol up in the party? Drink that 1-5-1 Bacardi? Drunk and finna fuck up somebody? (Bone Thugs) Keepin' it realer than real in the field Niggas that's packin' that steel Who be the niggas that sold over 30 million strong? (Bone Thugs) Who was dem niggas in black? Who was dem niggas wit straps? Who was dem niggas that's bustin' back at the goddamn law? (Bone Thugs) Who was dem niggas that Crept On Ah Come Up and did it Eazy? Who was dem niggas that didn't get of they thang leadin' Cleveland? (Bone Thugs) Smokin' the weed or the fever, the reefa That keep 'em a pot of that sweetest cheeba Nigga yo, y'all know who that is (Bone Thugs) Dem niggas that sing, dem niggas that rap They got everybody tryna do that Fuck recognizing nigga, they better respect, who, who, who? (Bone Thugs) I done told these niggas that Bone is the shit So keep on rollin ya spliff and smoke a blunt to this shit (Bone Thugs) Who was the nigga that thugged in the streets? Number one on the charts? And who was the nigga that's pullin' ya card? And nigga show that we had nothin' but heart (Bone Thugs) And who be the nigga that come to my side when it's about murder? My niggas, my niggas will hurt ya You better believe it, when we comin' to serve ya (Bone Thugs) We be dem niggas fo' life, we tighter than tight, doing what we like And who was the nigga that told ya to get down for your rights? (Bone Thugs) Now, who be the niggas that step in the club makin' everythang pause? So fresh, so clean, no flaws, who be the rawest clique you done saw? (Bone Thugs) Damn right, we keep it original out of da door Hit him up quick wit' the flip flop flow Then we introduce you to Mo (Bone Thugs) Dem niggas that reignin' supreme, hustled to conquer our dream Forever untouchable team What nigga be out here gettin' this green? (Bone Thugs) Blowin' green, rollin' the hood, glock cocked on safety And who be the niggas that knew you was fake? But stayin' away from y'all lately (Bone Thugs) Lil Layzie be da nigga statin' da facts And you can put this on Stack 'Cause muthafucka we back (Bone Thugs) Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Who be the niggas that thug in the back of the club? Ready to scrap, nigga buck, nigga what? Who be the niggas that check ya, disrespect ya? (Bone Thugs) Who be the niggas that wanna maintain? And do them thug thangs? But if disrespected who gon' let it bang? (Bone Thugs) Who was the niggas we rushed? Who was dem niggas that talk about us? Who was the nigga that say that the thugsta mentality? Better him than us (Bone Thugs) Bone Thugs finally let loose Total control who's business is it anyway? (Bone Thugs) Gotta life, better leave it alone, been supressed too long Now, that we out on our own, ya gotta see the free Bone (Bone Thugs) Who be the niggas that come in anybody hood and straight kick it? Who be the niggas that always got the weed The drink and dyme bitches? (Bone Thugs) I'm tired of hearin', 'What happened to us?' 'When will we hear a Bone bust?' Who be the niggas that's bringin' that thuggish ruggish no matter what? (Bone Thugs) Believe we nothin' but truth, what would the game do? Without you know who? Niggas that say and do What they want to (Bone Thugs) This rap game terror, money, murda mo and all that good shit Scandalous niggas, respect this (Bone Thugs) Ask about my 20 inch deep dish rims Son of a chicken, it ain't no friends, when it come to the end And I'ma say word to gangstas, real killas wit money to burn Sayin' we a lost cause, foster kids-preach the world (Bone Thugs) Thank God that I had a father, I'm pushed in that cocoa with my sister When I was 14 like cancer victims (Bone Thugs) Uh huh, 'cause haters they get quarantined Women they comin' with sorcery I'm livin' wit' curses, smokin' weed (Bone Thugs) Burn me, don't bury me, hurry before my mama come see me Somebody call Johnny Cochran Some niggas they wanna be Biggie Some niggas they wanna be 'Pac But I just wanna be Bizzy As soon as they hear me, they spit me Like Richard Simmi Don't run away, where's your nuts at? It's the original hydro smokers, somebody bust that Trust that, what's packin' (Bone Thugs) Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone, Bone Bone Thugs

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She slide the dick in, she slide the dick in Yeah, Thugger, Thugger, baby, yeah Uh, eh, I don't want to tease it, I really want freaky I'm Michael, I beat it, I'm keepin' your secret I got more hoes than Pleasers, the one that's on Bleveland She pull up and freak it, she pull up and freak it I hop out the 'Rari, I'm leaving it started She got just a Harley and a skull just like Hardy Eh, you play with her garden, she smoke you like Marley Eh, now she be my darlin', yeah, she be my Barbie I'm lovin' your patience, turned all in this race Ooh, long as you don't play, motherfuck what you say Hey, I'm on the third base and you away (That means I'm home) Quan said, 'Please have a phone', call it a day I got my ice out the lake, killed that boy by a mistake We eatin', where is your plate? Aim at your head or your face? Hannah Montana, my nigga gon' cook everyday, yeah, they bake Bitch, I been havin' them bricks and them bells, late I apologize if I got more money than you and your clan I apologize if I pull up in that new coupe wrapped in 'Ran I apologize if I post a picture posted wit' some bands I apologize if I go and grow me some pot in Japan Where your bitch at? No, not that one Baby want to touch my milk like she cowin' Every time you see me, I'm a have thousands On the island, no dressin' I won't taste it, you got no man, I hope you a free agent I'm a big old Blood inside that little ol' nation Eh, ho, what is your bargain? Bro, what is your bargain? Eh, I pull up and arson all over your garden Eh, I'm never gon' call you, I'm always gon' ball you Eh, my diamonds cost more than whatever I chargin' Now I'm bleedin', need a band-aid, on a rampage wit' 'em AKs Nigga, jewellery real gold like an Ace of Spades Higher than a escalator any day I'm a catch a bitch that fold her like a centipede But I ain't talkin' 'bout no copper, she got double Ds These niggas fake-ballin' like a Powerade Damn, this might be coward day Yeah, this might be powder day Sniff, shoot up, boot up (toot up), TMZ, sue us Even if you had Erykah Ba', you couldn't do us But I got a whole lot of motherfuckin' guns Nigga, you can shoot us, hey And I ain't never been a rat, but I'm livin' ruthless I show the pussy-bitch bankroll, now she can do us, no And we the best, every time we come around Boy, they root for us, true And everybody hate Chris But I got them racks up, now they Luda, yeah Tell baby girl, I only wanna throat, flute us Five thousand on Yeezys, they think I ain't Jesus Get my ice out the freezer, it cost a lil' Beamer She fuckin' my whoadie, yeah, lil'-bitty shorty She think he adoring cause his pockets on Norbit Play with me and these bitch-niggas gon' die All I want is that head and that ain't no lie Nigga ask if you dizzy, don't say nothin' These niggas vibe faker than a puppet

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Where you from nigga? Straight from the muthafuckin' land ah the heartless Five true thugs from the double glock Ready ta pop to the dome, eternally it's on Yeah, Straight Mo Thug nigga return from the Claire Test this hustla betta not dare We talkin' about distributing llelo Little Layzie beat it Daily collectin' me bank roll Rollin' wid Trues, nothing to lose Never the less ain't about that talking Screamin' out murda coming ta serve ya Nigga we told ya Bone be stalking, (we walking) Number one assassin Pick up the pump and it causing the 12-guage eruption Let loose wid ah buckshot blastin' Bone up outta the cut and we buckin' Eternally here to stay in the khaki suits and the high tec boots Oops I'm comin' wid troops, fools Be ready ta shoot collectin' my loot Blazin' and burnin' my grain This year the same I crept and I came Niggas that fell off that thought they could hang Givin' up slang tryna' fuck wid ah chain gang bang! Str8 land ah the heartless Where the thugs be thinkin' ah execution Str8 prosecution little Lay go buck and start the fusion Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Come and follow me hollow point snub slug Pullin' me body underground Put 'em in the grave they lay away down Claire Claire stay down I'm one ah the thuggest muthafuckas in yo city Under me strap packed Ride, ready me pap pap in broad daylight You wid me roll well roll till the Bone drop hit that hydro That's the way that we deal That's the way that we steal Well I really keep that high on, my mind ride, Ride to the darkside feel the darkness East ninety nine, mine the thugs I luvs 'em heartless Yeah follow me now ride ride follow me commit some You can run but won't escape the lie So many tried but died Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets Ain't tryna' get scared or we all ah get sprayed Gotta get away when the po-pos chase me So me, runnin' wid me guage Bang bang put 'em in ah coffin Buck buck droppin' them bodies (Come again) dumpin' them bodies (Runnin' then) we finna posse Thug what check out the glock glock We to poetic for swang Niggas claim they came and remain Smoke bud all day and maintain They come they gun they run From the po-po jump the fence Hit 95th and now Nigga let's roll some shit Let's smoke out quick befo' anyone ah them That's them the po-po back up on me Nigga me fucked up now Little time they screamin' on 6-5 That's whenna me jumped up, I'm out now Little nigga playin' wid them police in the Claire Get 'em up wid, beware I take Nigga need some weed That's funny I ain't got no money Nigga put me down, Swing to the bud stops for some brews Really don't drink but it's for me Trues Four crazy niggas wid nuthin' to looooose. Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan I'm from the C-Town we beat 'em Thug niggas done straight came up, Nigga wanna test must rest Buckshots all in that chest he's fucked up, Killas from the nigga that's realer In wid that Claire Bendin' that dunn Pop when they run dunn Bodies gon' fall my Cleveland niggas what's up Ya down for that thang gotta gang bang bang if you have to, Beat ah nigga down in any town, But don't let me catch ya Mentality straight from the C-Town Where everyday niggas get beat down Betta think before you run up I gun up but I think keep peep this game now To the niggas that's just gone by that fuckin' wid Bone Swang widda clip tight clan It's all eternally flossed out Nigga that's Bone Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun I swang wid ah clip tight clan Keepin' em on the run widda me shotgun Swang wid ah clip tight clan...

Keep smokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Yeah boi, wear corduroy I've gotta keep on smokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Keep on chokin - I'm the weedman, I'm the weedman Yeah boi, wear corduroy Hey, gimme some herbs, the word Better hit it, we know, we know what you heard Thai-da-da-da, done hit my burb Here to get it, hit it, and niggas is served And a fifth of burb It'll switch your nerves, and I'll get to swervin Burnin in my Benz, and I'm here, nigga Don't you ride with me, you have to learn it Close the curtain, nigga, we searchin Search for the blunts and stone, I'm certain Runnin up, so I'll be runnin, and rappin's my hobby When I'm smokin I'm workin, and I'm hurtin, hurtin Reefer, reefer, reefer, yes, me P.O.D.d-ah D.d-ah Past overdose comatose, see a See a bunch of sticky creeper, creeper Roll it up, sellin my kin folk And the end of the world, I'll have the indo, indo And you can it up, need no friends though See, little B.B. gives no weed fees when your ends low We can get smoked (Hey!) About to curb serve over phat tracks Bluelight has got the scoop on where the party's at Somebody said, "Damn, where's the drinks?" It's chillin' in the middle of the kitchen sink We got Alize, and Isle iced tea A little Bambazini and some Hennessey The stuff that keeps you toe-up Now tell me are you high enough? Remember forever addicted, get it twisted It's that mystic Rip and Guiness, hit it Singin my business, lately, got me ready to kick it But dig it, my hydro high--got me thinkin, "Die, die, die." Twenty twin, twin, then again, no crime in a dime Well did llelo to my payroll, straight to the bank, oh, ever so thankful My mayo, aiyyo, stay away or come and get split a wig, insane, oh Gotta make that money, man, any and all cost, y'all Any and all, all, nah, gonna get caught up, caught The house was so hot, I can't stand the heat I'm dancin with my peoples I've been tryin to see There bumpin my jam, guess who I see Comin to hype the party with some indo, tweed? We got Bizzy Bone, Krayzie Layzie, Wish and Flesh, thugs-n-harmony Righteous when I spike the punch My people's gonna drink it up You gotta puff, puff, give, and pass it to the left