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  • 作词 : Bone, Flesh-n-Bone, Thomas
    Give it to 'em, bring your gun
    Give it to 'em, bring your gun
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death, death
    ************* with the *************s with the guns
    And you might get shot, get shot
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death death
    You could be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got, we got
    I still be the thuggish ruggish *************
    Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
    Still don't give a ************* about the law
    Still run with a pump in my car and ************* who you are
    You're ******g with a couple of *************s that's really insane
    I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a name
    It's the game and we done loosened up a couple strings
    And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
    Besides that, ain't nothin' changed
    Look at me now
    I'm still a thug, *************
    I still smoke bud
    You know I still represent
    St. Clair wig split *************t, ************* what?
    This is Bone
    Thugs *************s
    Thinkin' I told you but we put it down like that
    And whoever we got to ************* up to prove that we do it
    And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house?
    Original Cleveland
    Criminals*************s just send em subliminal messages
    Like 'Murda, mo murder murder'
    Never forgot where we come from
    Watch how you move your tongue'
    Cause I got *************s that's ready to jump off in your ass
    And smash and crash, protect my *************s for combat
    Leathaface at ya and on your ass like
    I was a heat seeker
    Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in
    ClevelandI be the smoothest little ************* you can meet me
    But ************* you ************* with me then
    I'm a ************* with you
    Introduce you to this heat,
    I sweep the street
    When I draw down, let me hear you say, "************* the law now"
    Rawest *************s in the town ready to thug and go down
    Go pound for pound, ************* that's the motto
    Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
    ************* keep it real show me your game
    I'm sure gonna claim what the ************* is mine
    My ************* I'll take it grab a player hater by the neck
    Choke him out and try to break it
    Gimme your money, drop them keys
    It's a jack move ************* and since you haters ain't got no business
    That's how we attack your *************t
    ************* we'll smack your ************* in the middle of the
    GrammyAnd the media might ban me, ************* this
    Mo Thug Family is for real
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death, death
    ************* with the *************s with the guns
    And you might get shot, get shot
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death death
    You could be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got, we got
    Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
    Before it all gets spent up and you wanna get rid of
    A hood ************* with game and every ************* said
    I'm a good *************
    ******' with the wood grain
    Everybody still playin' that hood game quiet
    Especially when it's tired
    My environment ain't nothin' but *************s dieing
    In them chemical fed injections in
    Jasper Texas
    Split up these *************s off in different sections
    Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic
    Chastity for my daughter wad up a *************s
    ShermAnd come listen to the sermon
    Swervin' in my
    Suburban, lick it up with the bottle
    But everybody know
    I got some problems
    Had dreams of the
    ApolloThe fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run
    A ************* not insane, *************s still with me
    Bone, somehow they turn up
    Run up and get your sign
    Run blindly, elevate through time nowhere to hide
    Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off head
    ************* you drippin' soakin' with bloody body be beggin' me
    You know what you should've capped like 2
    Pac with a glock
    They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
    You know you done ****** up, don't you *************s?
    Runnin' up blastin' gas craters
    What the ************* you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
    Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane for the untamed
    Insane human only the
    Fifth Dawg
    ************* you thought mother****** fame
    For the fact the *************t is a phat game
    Going remain number one in the
    LandFlesh, strangle the gang, bang bang, bang
    I dropped five guards in the name of the
    Lord I say
    Now how many times will
    I have to slay today?
    Will I raise my guage?
    Oh GodHow will
    I teach ya, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
    They gonna let you don't have it?
    Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards
    Blast it, we sons of assassins
    Match it, collecting more cash
    That's true, you're feeling that
    *************s said all my babies get a million
    Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous blow
    I call on my mighty
    ArchangelGonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
    We the tightest you know
    Mo, the Mighty
    Yes trues humbly united my family never divided
    Desperado,
    Thug Line,
    Mo Thug, Millennium,
    Seventh Sign
    For the FB
    I you wanna come test my enterprise?
    ************* you better go think twice and open up your mother******g eyes
    These *************s can't ************* with the fifth dawg finna parlay
    Everyday stormin' your way you better lay low
    So you might just duck when
    I buck guage
    Can't you see my *************s having a ball all day
    Since we having a ball all day, mother******s player hate
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death, death
    ************* with the *************s with the guns
    And you might get shot, get shot
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death death
    You could be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got, we got
  • 作词 : Bone, Flesh-n-Bone, Thomas
    Give it to 'em, bring your gun
    Give it to 'em, bring your gun
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death, death
    ************* with the *************s with the guns
    And you might get shot, get shot
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death death
    You could be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got, we got
    I still be the thuggish ruggish *************
    Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
    Still don't give a ************* about the law
    Still run with a pump in my car and ************* who you are
    You're ******g with a couple of *************s that's really insane
    I'm talking loco, crazy as hell, it ain't just a name
    It's the game and we done loosened up a couple strings
    And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
    Besides that, ain't nothin' changed
    Look at me now
    I'm still a thug, *************
    I still smoke bud
    You know I still represent
    St. Clair wig split *************t, ************* what?
    This is Bone
    Thugs *************s
    Thinkin' I told you but we put it down like that
    And whoever we got to ************* up to prove that we do it
    And keep on movin, guess who's back up in the house?
    Original Cleveland
    Criminals*************s just send em subliminal messages
    Like 'Murda, mo murder murder'
    Never forgot where we come from
    Watch how you move your tongue'
    Cause I got *************s that's ready to jump off in your ass
    And smash and crash, protect my *************s for combat
    Leathaface at ya and on your ass like
    I was a heat seeker
    Quickly the reaper peep you, sweep you off your feet in
    ClevelandI be the smoothest little ************* you can meet me
    But ************* you ************* with me then
    I'm a ************* with you
    Introduce you to this heat,
    I sweep the street
    When I draw down, let me hear you say, "************* the law now"
    Rawest *************s in the town ready to thug and go down
    Go pound for pound, ************* that's the motto
    Let me see you throw them things and if it's real
    ************* keep it real show me your game
    I'm sure gonna claim what the ************* is mine
    My ************* I'll take it grab a player hater by the neck
    Choke him out and try to break it
    Gimme your money, drop them keys
    It's a jack move ************* and since you haters ain't got no business
    That's how we attack your *************t
    ************* we'll smack your ************* in the middle of the
    GrammyAnd the media might ban me, ************* this
    Mo Thug Family is for real
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death, death
    ************* with the *************s with the guns
    And you might get shot, get shot
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death death
    You could be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got, we got
    Pull it up, sit up, get up and count up your money
    Before it all gets spent up and you wanna get rid of
    A hood ************* with game and every ************* said
    I'm a good *************
    ******' with the wood grain
    Everybody still playin' that hood game quiet
    Especially when it's tired
    My environment ain't nothin' but *************s dieing
    In them chemical fed injections in
    Jasper Texas
    Split up these *************s off in different sections
    Don't hate my message, destiny led to mimic
    Chastity for my daughter wad up a *************s
    ShermAnd come listen to the sermon
    Swervin' in my
    Suburban, lick it up with the bottle
    But everybody know
    I got some problems
    Had dreams of the
    ApolloThe fiends had faith in me, suckas wouldn't run
    A ************* not insane, *************s still with me
    Bone, somehow they turn up
    Run up and get your sign
    Run blindly, elevate through time nowhere to hide
    Our dawgs finna haul off lead sawed-off head
    ************* you drippin' soakin' with bloody body be beggin' me
    You know what you should've capped like 2
    Pac with a glock
    They're deadly, better not upset my thug mentality sucker
    You know you done ****** up, don't you *************s?
    Runnin' up blastin' gas craters
    What the ************* you thought you saw with your head in the sky?
    Could it be a bird or maybe it's even a plane for the untamed
    Insane human only the
    Fifth Dawg
    ************* you thought mother****** fame
    For the fact the *************t is a phat game
    Going remain number one in the
    LandFlesh, strangle the gang, bang bang, bang
    I dropped five guards in the name of the
    Lord I say
    Now how many times will
    I have to slay today?
    Will I raise my guage?
    Oh GodHow will
    I teach ya, but it's these tactics that he daily practice
    They gonna let you don't have it?
    Have it, runnin up you sons of bastards
    Blast it, we sons of assassins
    Match it, collecting more cash
    That's true, you're feeling that
    *************s said all my babies get a million
    Struggle with a villain, hit 'em with a venomous blow
    I call on my mighty
    ArchangelGonna surround my soul but go with the calico yo'
    We the tightest you know
    Mo, the Mighty
    Yes trues humbly united my family never divided
    Desperado,
    Thug Line,
    Mo Thug, Millennium,
    Seventh Sign
    For the FB
    I you wanna come test my enterprise?
    ************* you better go think twice and open up your mother******g eyes
    These *************s can't ************* with the fifth dawg finna parlay
    Everyday stormin' your way you better lay low
    So you might just duck when
    I buck guage
    Can't you see my *************s having a ball all day
    Since we having a ball all day, mother******s player hate
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death, death
    ************* with the *************s with the guns
    And you might get shot, get shot
    Get cha gun, get cha gun, did you kill 'em all?
    To death, death death
    You could be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got, we got