- Murda On You lyrics - Bone Thugs-n-harmony
- It's A Bone Thang lyrics - Bone Thugs-n-harmony
- Everything 100 lyrics - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
"Art Of War: World War III" (2013)
Murda On You lyrics - Bone Thugs-n-harmony
Anamanam call it Dan Ja Gua
Wicked, bad man, down with the Bone thugs n harmony
Bad man, gangsta for life we'd hurt people, we murder dem.
[Flesh Bone]
I had to drop the call dawg the niggas fuck the fed and drop the ball, ain't no thang do with them
dead put em with Flesh enforce the law, who ever want to test these feds come up on to try
Bone got something to rip your guts open so they don't really grown.
[Layzie Bone]
It's a matter a nah, ya, don't be scared hold your breathe nigga it's St. Clair, when nothing is fair,
playa, then run up on me that if you dare, the bullet will tear, a hole in your body you better
beware, so walkin jack move, you never goin to knock me off my square.
[Wish Bone]
Better get em no problem you hostile suckers I get rid of I seen dispose of no concious I deliver
the ridda, mad at all, hand on ya, fast closen, come though with nothing left, sista, attitude
stole, no sleep, boss fuck it, let it go.
[Bizzy Bone]
I want to kill you, kill you, I'm standing here holding this knife for blood dripping on the
floor board, what did you do (did you do), you must of hurt one of my kids and said
something stupid about the lord and a urn.
[Krayzie Bone]
Ya see when it come to a original lyrical I'm an Amerigo, I step in a cup a sublimina speed up
the rhythm and leave it in critical, murder them minimum, all them they goin come get
redum, one verse left em all mur (you), mur (you) you, you, you.
[Chorus]
You tried to run up on me, on me, I'm goin have a put dat, put dat, murder on you, on
you, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
come up, come up, they goin see, goin see, and see niggas get vicious whicked what the Bone
do, goin do, (Bone do, do, do, do) when we fire, fire, blood splatta, splatta, drug scatta, scatta,
hear da ratta, ratta, when we fire, fire, blood splatta, splatta, drug scatta, scatta, hear da ratta, ratta.
[Bizzy Bone]
You know you crazy when niggas wanted you dead, want you dead too, red die pop, pop, pop,
pop, let me aggression, let me aggression but all I want is to blow your brains out, wake up,
in the same house, japan, say I love you man, same house.
[Layzie Bone]
12 guage unda da tray, I'm leaving you dreams making you pay blood ever since I got of the
bench I playing the lench haters straight up, say what we make up ta brake up or wake up
them Cleveland niggas are straight thugs and lookin for shit to shake up.
[Flesh Bone]
Come and shop all the way to the bank and apart from every stock if you need it believe we
got it so what the fuck your prob, I tried to stay true calm and keep my shit collected unless
we only goin to use a few bombs and start wipen away sections.
[Wish Bone]
Don't, don't don't, don't brought em get caught boy in the wrong corner, been a boss not big
on talk, I'm sickly I'm out like Nirvana, hey, he dead, dead, dead I'm sitting on more bullets
one shot to the head, no remorse thug force don't need to beg I'm comin prepared.
[Krayzie Bone]
Strat, strat ride got dat gat right at your mind, we ready to put that murder on you, on
you, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
straight to they heart, murda, murda, all day the fall.
[Chorus]
You, You, You, You tried to run up on me, on me, I'm goin have a put dat, put dat, murder on you,
on you, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
come up, come up, they goin see, goin see, and see niggas get vicious whicked what the Bone
do, goin do, (Bone do, do, do, do) when we fire, fire, blood splatta, splatta, drug scatta, scatta,
hear da ratta, ratta, fire, fire, blood splatta, splatta, drug scatta, scatta, hear da ratta, ratta.
You, You, You tried to run up on me, on me, I'm goin have a put dat, put dat, murder on you, on
you, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump, pump
come up, come up, they goin see, goin see, and see niggas get vicious whiked what the Bone
do, goin do, (Bone do, do, do, do) murder on me enemy say, murder on me enemy say, murder
on me enemy say, blow, blow, blow murder on me enemy say, murder on me enemy say, murder
on me enemy say, blow, blow, blow murder on me enemy say, murder on me enemy say, murder
on me enemy say, blow, blow, blow.
Everything 100 lyrics - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
She want that thuggish ruggish choked up in function
Ticket for the love or the money
I give her that thug love for doing my stuff
Girl, everything 100
I’ma keep it 100
Everything 100, everything 100, everything 100
[Krayzie Bone]
You know I keep it true to my brain
Girl, I always stay one in me, I kept it real for 20 years, I ain’t changed
Be careful when you cruising in my lane
Watch me creep out through your rearview as I gas right past these lames
We did it how we did it ‘cause we did it for the money
Living on, living this, you really, really love this
You want a thug nigga like me
Yeah, you know they all love niggas like me
[Layzie Bone]
She ain’t complaining mainly ‘cause everything I do is entertaining
hangin swagin body banging, she in trainin, to be famous
Yeah, she speak the language, baby know just where the lane is
She with me, she’d never named the stranger, know we are armed & dangerous
This ain’t your deal, this still the thugs shit but this for them playas
This for the ones that’s putting the smoke up in the air
Everything 100 baby, this is St. Clair
She want that thuggish ruggish choked up in function
Ticket for the love or the money
I give her that thug love for doing my stuff
Girl, everything 100
I’ma keep it 100
Everything 100, everything 100, everything 100
[Bizzy Bone]
She with the thuggish ruggish, wanna see me in public
She see I lost weight, now she wanna see the stomach
Your boo-boo still love it, women are here fucking
Let’s make it, get it, ‘fore we dove into the sea, touching
I come from broke nothing, I keep the ghetto with me
Because the ghetto’s in me, trill niggas still thuggin
She in the tell, in my cell, in the scale, in pale, ill, coached to the cell
[Flesh-N-Bone]
We got your lady stuck on a thug, say she want that love from me
Busters don’t know what to do with it, come let her have some
I tell her shut up and the soon I take this game
Then rub her down, head to toe, and whip her up with that thing
I won’t make a dime for the mind, sure thing it’s borderline in crime
But I’m doing fine and that’s why I’m the Dolla Sign
I do it, do it two times, and Tesha scratch me now she hittin licks, calling me papi
She want that thuggish ruggish choked up in function
Ticket for the love or the money
I give her that thug love for doing my stuff
Girl, everything 100
I’ma keep it 100
Everything 100, everything 100, everything 100
[Wish Bone]
Call nice for a while, we on a highway
She got her head in my lap, we riding dirty
Thuggers ruggers, swish of the month, see me shine
Notorious thugs for the love of money
I can teach the world to be a thug like me
If I could teach the world to be a thug like me
She want that thuggish ruggish choked up in function
Ticket for the love or the money
I give her that thug love for doing my stuff
Girl, everything 100
I’ma keep it 100
Everything 100, everything 100, everything 100
Gangsta Glory lyrics - Bone Thugs-n-harmony
[Krayzie Bone]
Yo whats up lil homie? What you doin out
here on the corner man ain't you posed to
be in school? Oh oh ok, you wanna be a
gangsta huh?
[Eazy-E (Krayzie Bone) - Chorus]
Now Ima break it down just to tell a little
story (story) (Gangstas don't live that long!)
[X4]
[Bizzy Bone]
The high-standin of a gangsta. Runnin
around the paper, paper, comin around
major! Put it on Samson. Huge capers!
Throwin explosives at my neighbors like
Flesh. Sharp as razors a meat cleaver. These
niggas like Lay down in Decatur. Tight mink
coat, fresh white gators, my gangsta glory!
Ask Jesus my daddy aint Darth Vader, no he
aint. Its gettin slitherin like (nory?). Niggas
you know my story! Thugged-out gangsta
fedora! Four winds in four quarters.
According to my assessment before and
after is present. We barracudas that muscle
the jungle. Bring out the weapons. Steppin
five strong! Fuck a recession! Prediction:
Platinum! Listen to my gangsta glory! Bone
Thugs we know whats happenin nigga!
[Chorus]
[Layzie Bone]
We live in an era where niggas get body-
bagged and toe-tagged. Shit is so bad,
movin' so fast. Niggas hold flags and
murder for cash. This matter that keep you
a Fo and the stash. The ammo was with me,
it was up on the dash. Handle my business
so no need to brag. I move with the rhythm,
I zig and I zag, dip and I dap. These niggas
is out here droppin like flies stuck in a trap.
You can get caught up wherever you at.
Hollywood, gangsta Heaven and I know
Wally could. If I could, Id go back in time to
the neighborhood. Tell em buckle down
and live better! Once you gone, you gone
forever. Niggas is out here strong together!
Thought we was gonna live long together.
These niggas is on this song together tryin
to be clever and do some things these
niggas will never, never ever, dare to
question!
[Chorus]
[Krayzie Bone]
Yo, yo, my nigga got shot up and murdered,
put in the dirt, he's no longer heard of. So
serious - word up! No tellin' how you can
turn up. But niggas they never do this and
they do anything to get that green! But they
slangin', they gankin' the fiends, or takin'
their g's for whole ki's! Another statistic, no
brotherly love we give 'em ballistic. We late
night misfits, on the government hit lists -
relentless. All the real gangstas I know, dead
or in a cell. Spendin' all their mail tryin' to
bail up outta jail! (jail) And all the real
niggas that's alive, on parole. One mistake -
you're gone, leave the gangsta's way alone!
Hey, "Gangsta!" "Gangsta!," that's what they
yellin'. Believe me, it's a couple of things
they ain't tellin'. (tellin')
[Chorus]
[Wish Bone]
This ghetto life - it's really not understood.
So how could you kill a man based just on
them circumstances before you pass
judgement? Get's killed for their tennis
shoes. Ghetto black mamas spend their
check so they look good. All in the club,
lookin' for love, jumpin' on "X" pills. Now
you in love, knocked-up, then find out it
ain't real. Another hood baby, 'cause feed
on that bullshit, it's hard to hear in the place
when you're all on that bullshit! A young
nigga with a Fo'-Fo' (Fo'-Fo'!) First lick he
ever hit was a good go. (Let's go!) Hooked
on easy money, (money) it's too late. Never
thought it would come back,
unrecognizable the game [?] fate.
[Chorus]
[Flesh-n-Bone]
I been around and seen enough things that
they need changed. No doubt we the ones
always up on game who ready to spit it, so
it register in your brain - all that name and
what you claim. If you in the game, then
you probably bang. A closed mind equals a
closed mouth. It's too much of a damn
shame! It's mind overmatter. If you don't
go through some pain, then it really won't
be no game; no room left to complain. Or
else you can point the blame; the ignorance
is all the stuff about you. Full of belligerence,
no wonder why society's run amuck! Stuck
in the ghetto with no direction, playin
reckless with heavy metal. Man that judge
got you a spot if you can purchase a plot to
settle in. The Devil's in the detail, you can
recognize him well. Believe it! God will bless
you and everything you need to prevail!
I Ain't Goin' Nowhere lyrics - Bone Thugs-n-harmony (feat. Kanye West)
[Layzie:] I don't know
[Krayzie:] Yo!
[Wish:] What up thug?
[Krayzie:] Bone Thugs~N~Harmony is back nigga
[Layzie:] Yeah, belie' dat.
[Wish:] You know. [Laughing]
[Krayzie:] Kanye West on the track.
[Wish:] Oh that's big. That's real big.
[Layzie:] Yeah, we gon' do it like this baby.
[Krayzie & Wish {Layzie}:]
I ain't goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.}
'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.}
Nigga's still owe me chips. {Nigga's owe me chips.}
And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.} [x2]
[Krayzie:]
Man, these nigga's they got me lacin' up my Timberland's;
creasin' up my khakis (khakis). .357 cocked in my hand-- fixin' to get it crackin'.
I guess they figuredthey get away, and wouldn't have to answer back to Kray, and Lay, Bizzy, Wish, Flesh-- remember that, I on the way.
Told 'em I'm a ride for mine; ain't no need to diefor mine.
When they see how I ride for mine, oh nigga they gon' hand me mine.
[Layzie:]
You probably was thinkin' again it was over for my soldiers.
But nigga now hold on, you don't even know us.
We them po'est that's the coldest. You can suck us; you can blow us.
From the clipper from the shoulders; you gon' pay us if you owe us.
From the East-side to the West-borders; consider this the takeover.
[Wish:]
Look man, you don't want that shot up. Gimme my dolla's and all my change-- I like thangs.
New thangs: brand new white T's, in the summer days, you know?
So pay up, 'cause I show up. You owe us. I might have to bother you wit' a twenty-two; more like a trey-deuce.-- more juice.
Grown man; I ain't playin'. Hard, firm is how I stand.
Pop up my myself dawg 'cause I really don't need nobody man.
[Krayzie & Wish {Layzie}:]
I ain't goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.}
'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.}
Nigga's still owe me chips. {Nigga's owe me chips.}
And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.} [x2]
[Layzie:]
Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector; needin' me money, know he's up tonight (know he's up tonight)-- ya damn right.
Dawg, I never been comfortable; my daddy ain't Cliff Huxtable. I'm original and I'm loveable.
But really, do a nigga look fuckable? I doubt it ho, and I like the dough.
Let off shots from myrifle-- like a sniper dawg: a pipe on y'all. Nigga, the Bone was born to ball.
[Krayzie:]
Taxin' nigga's like the I.R.S.;
T.H.U.G.'s, we'll have yo' faithout in the streets squeezin' you foe yo' cheese.
And don't even try to resist it, nigga just give it up.
Feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump, feel the pump; pump, pump, pump.
[Wish:]
Lights out; we comin' through. We ain't satisfied--hope it ain't on you.
We ain't gon' let it go. Bone Thugs~N~Harmony: original.
It don't matter who's right. It don't matter who's wrong; we'll set it off.
Wanna lose yo' life (yo' life)? Step up, we'll blow yo' head off.
'Cause we got the weapons for anything that's steppin'.
Ya will learn ya lesson-- a real thug checkin'.
[Krayzie & Wish {Layzie}:]
I ain't goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.}
'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.}
Nigga's still owe me chips. {Nigga's owe me chips.}
And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.} [x2]
[Layzie:]
(Bone, Bone.) We step on the scene and commits to getlive.
Nigga's they knowin' that nigga Layzie be ready to set off the raps-- the prop.
My nigga we packin' the fo'. You thought you could flow? You gotta go.
Still in the show. I'm a rhyme as my ammo'.
My life as a barrel is lettin' this loose.
Playin' you pussies, like fucka piano.
[Wish:]
Look at the game wit'out us. Yes they tryin'-- they ain't us.
We want our spots back;we ain't askin'-- be some jacks.
Here comes the Bone and step up. We got a lot of luck left.
Here we come, in a rush, wit' that relaxed breath.
[Krayzie:]
Yeah. When you see the thuggish ruggish, you know just why we comin'.
So do yo'self a favor, and bitch goget my money.
And nigga don't try the blues wit' me 'cause I can't feel ya pain.
Nigga, you know what happens when the tenents bill ain't paid.
[Krayzie & Wish {Layzie}:]
I ain't goin' nowhere. {I ain't goin nowhere.}
'Cause I ain't satisfied. {I ain't satisfied.}
Nigga's still owe me chips. {Nigga's owe me chips.}
And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.} [x2]
Patron lyrics - Bone Thugs-n-harmony (feat. Will.I.Am)
Over here, over here, over here, over here, over here, over...
[Chorus - Will.I.Am]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Baby, I got the cush and a bottle patron so let's
get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin' baby
Let's get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin'
[Layzie Bone]
Let me get this crackin', what's happenin'?
Yeah, I'm all about my paper stackin'
I'm a floss on the scene when I feel like flashin'
Check the record, I went way past platinum
My occupation, I'm smashin' takin' anything
I want cause I got the bacon
I'm a keep it shakin', these moves I'm makin'
Everything to prove, no time is wastin'
These niggas hatin' but that ain't nothin' new
Niggas die slow when the Thugs slide through, yeah
Three deep in that Bently coupe, a nigga pull
to the club, like what it do
I'm a fool with a swag, I'm a tool in a bag
Nigga so clean I don't need to brag
Pretty girls on my, try to leave with half, but they fuck wit'cha boy cause they see the cash
I'm a buy the bar, hit the floor
Stackin' up the club, cause I'm blazin' droll
I'm a do it real big till I'm faded, yo
And I'm the man 'round here, I'm amazin', ho
This Layzie flow got me mad respect, and if a nigga disrespect, I'm a have his neck
A lot of niggas in the past that I had to check, they found out I was playin' with a half a deck, yep
[Chorus - Will.I.Am]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Baby, I got the cush and a bottle patron so let's
get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin' baby
Let's get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin'
[Bizzy Bone]
A little something for the ladies, gettin' that money by any means
Who get with the playa-type, thuggish ruggish, from the hood with good genes
Who kick it in high heels, plenty tank tops, camoflague fatigues or thongs clear to the vision so you can see some good things
Stretch marks? Body smoother than marble floors in the Hamptons
Living large in a condominium or mini mansion
Side kick, mobile phone, free, flip like Kurt
I'm sort of religious, superstitious, but I ain't scared to flirt
I'm from the dirt, root and soot
Came up on my own foot
Used to hang with the crooks, I keep a job on my books
I took my chance with many girls, and still I look for the woman
I like it crazy, sexy and cool;
Waterfalls, good lookin'
I can remember back in school, being judged by Chips
And so I hooked up with the Bone Thugs, suddenly I'm the shit
And baby momma's drama, common dilemas and problems
And now, I'm single, ready to mingle
Holla, holla,
holla, holla
[Krayzie Bone]
Now I'm tryin' to get crackin', tryin' to get into some action
So come and take a ride with Krayzie Jackson
Don't worry about the weed or drank, I got some
This potent dope, let's smoke and choke
I can put you on a lovely level where you never been
Especially is you're stressed and depressed, yes, I got the medicine
Sippin' a little bit of
Patron, let me help you in the zone
Put some Thug music on, something like this, something like a Bone song, and oh, don't ease your mind, unwind
Let's slide just a little bit closer
Just feel my vibe, and chill, get high
Hey now (Hey now) What'chu receive-a
(What'chu receve-a) Ecstacy if you try this a reefa
We rollin' blowin'
Potent potions got you open, it's got you focused
Let's smoke some more then
[Chorus - Will.I.Am]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Baby, I got the cush and a bottle patron so let's
get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin' baby
Let's get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin'
[Wish Bone]
When I'm gone on the Patron, have me humpin' all night long, long
Heavy breathin' she all good, but I can't seem to reason
So I guess I'm too high
Turn it over, let her ride
(Let her ride) Let her get hers two more times, I guess that's what I'd rather do
But that liquor brings that attitude, and I might have to down a nigga
Let off a round or two; Watch how they scatter, nigga (Nigga)
Thugsta's pull triggers, fool
Ain't nothin' new, you know how we do it, do'
It's an everyday thang, thang
Follow nothin' but thugsta's rules
We can drank, we can drank
We can smoke, we can smoke
Hit the weedman, hit the store 'fore it close
And we gotta keep it goin' till early in the morning
I'm a POD, so we gotta keep it goin' cause I can get higher, higher
If you can get higher, higher, then we can stay right, right
You know ain't no party liver
[Will.I.Am]
We got drinks to serve, twistin' up the herb
so fuck what's over there, there's a party over here
We got drinks to serve, twistin' up the herb so fuck what's over there, there's a party over here
We got drinks to serve, twistin' up the herb so fuck what's over there, there's a party over here
We got drinks to serve, twistin' up the herb so fuck what's over there, there's a party over here, over here, over here...
[Chorus - Will.I.Am]
Come on, come on, come on, come on
Baby, I got the cush and a bottle patron so let's
get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin' baby
Let's get it crackin' let's get it, get it crackin'
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