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  • 作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ...
    East 1999, my *****s
    Thinkin' 'bout back in the days when the year was '**
    Little ***** on da grind, gotta get mine doing my crime
    Wid two in here, steady stackin' my ends
    Puttin' my serve down on the
    Claire 9-9
    Hittin' up the
    Graveyard
    Shift wid real
    Little Will,
    Big Wally and
    Wish BoneLittle
    Wally, High
    Rollerz and he wonda why *****s so strong
    Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love
    Kept ah, ***** on his toes in the game
    It's an everyday thang when you let ya **** hang
    Gotta make ya grandas each daily man
    Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart
    We *****s from the land fool and the old school
    Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
    ****in' wid
    Trues rest in peace
    My little *****
    Ripster stress that
    Bone loveSmokin' on bud, 'cause, ah *****
    Mo ThugCallin' up my *****s when it's time to nut up
    In the 9-9 *****s gon' drop to the number 1 wid ya gun, so run run
    Cleveland is the city where ah ***** come from slangin' them
    Dum dum dum dums
    *****s, it's going down, up in the
    C-TownGet 'em up wid the thug and the ***** wid the bud, got the fifth rose
    For the *****s that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons
    ***** roll up the buddah, smoke it all up *****
    Don't stiff on the reefer, mo runnin' up outta the club wid this
    Plus I got hydro and this **** is creeper creeper
    Strip as you hear the double glock glock
    Widda me rocks ****ed sweatin' me bad
    Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top
    Hit the body and the bull**** stop
    Wheneva them troublin' us, where the po-po *****s roll
    Solo split up and swerve,
    Krayzie take caution
    Take out my llelo and tossed it, send 'em in the road to the curb
    Running, ducking, jumping up in the land my *****s is crazy
    Me slangin' wid nuff 'n me bang on the block
    And ***** this daily, who the ***** wid the 12-guage(Pump)
    Mr.Sawed-off
    Leatherface, so you betta pray
    Eternally thugsta, east 1999
    Gotta give peace to the
    S C Ts and the one big thug on the glock
    Pump blast fa the cash, then
    I mashin' wid gas
    Gotta dash away from the cops, not lettin' no pause
    Steadily flippin' up rows, rippin' up flesh wid six dogs
    That's that thugsta, yes
    I pump slugs
    And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas
    **** them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn
    And I guess that hood'll neva learn
    Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm
    When I'm on ah mission for my setty
    Pick up my *****s be peelin' out wid me
    Roll up me, window me, wind blow, **** up my indo
    I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage
    I empty, me scan-dalous *****s are pon de loose
    But it's no ****in' wid the family, now feel it *****, understand me
    Much love much bud for them
    St. Claire thugs
    East 1999 is where ya find me
    Slangin' them mutha****in' drugs
    Dun, dun, leavin' the *****s to **** it, pop widda me gun
    They know that me noddin' they head off and
    I gots to have me fun
    Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin', you studio gangsta ***** trick
    *****s'll get beat,
    I'm handlin' the ****
    And I split in the midst of the darkness
    Consider me heartless, oh yes,
    Flesh be runnin' a hoe check
    Betta check ya
    Rolex, ya timed now fa givin' up respect
    Ta them S
    C Ts from
    C L E the scandalous *****s that dwell
    Hell offa the forscythe and bail, leavin' ah, trail, ah, the boody victims
    The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin'
    As if and if and they find, they may give me time instead, ah, me trippin'
    We flippin' the scripts on ova, see the
    Bone, ah, be neva sober
    *****s told ya triggas showed ya, east 9, 9, 9, 5 soldiers
    Wanna run red rum try to run and get away but it's just to late
    Watch out buckshots when
    I come buck buck
    Betta guard that ****in' face, dumpin' them slugs on you fools
    Rollin' wid me
    Trues, drinkin' brews
    Don't start no ****, we come equipped, so *****s stay cool
    One eighty seven, you think that you going to heaven
    Put slugs all up in that chest dunn to hell is where you be dwellin'
    Popping ah clip in them bodies me dumpin' watchin' you fall to the pave
    Wid me 9, milli pumpin', puttin' dem bodies all off in dem graves
    Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
    Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
    Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
    Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
  • 作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ...
    East 1999, my *****s
    Thinkin' 'bout back in the days when the year was '**
    Little ***** on da grind, gotta get mine doing my crime
    Wid two in here, steady stackin' my ends
    Puttin' my serve down on the
    Claire 9-9
    Hittin' up the
    Graveyard
    Shift wid real
    Little Will,
    Big Wally and
    Wish BoneLittle
    Wally, High
    Rollerz and he wonda why *****s so strong
    Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love
    Kept ah, ***** on his toes in the game
    It's an everyday thang when you let ya **** hang
    Gotta make ya grandas each daily man
    Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart
    We *****s from the land fool and the old school
    Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
    ****in' wid
    Trues rest in peace
    My little *****
    Ripster stress that
    Bone loveSmokin' on bud, 'cause, ah *****
    Mo ThugCallin' up my *****s when it's time to nut up
    In the 9-9 *****s gon' drop to the number 1 wid ya gun, so run run
    Cleveland is the city where ah ***** come from slangin' them
    Dum dum dum dums
    *****s, it's going down, up in the
    C-TownGet 'em up wid the thug and the ***** wid the bud, got the fifth rose
    For the *****s that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons
    ***** roll up the buddah, smoke it all up *****
    Don't stiff on the reefer, mo runnin' up outta the club wid this
    Plus I got hydro and this **** is creeper creeper
    Strip as you hear the double glock glock
    Widda me rocks ****ed sweatin' me bad
    Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top
    Hit the body and the bull**** stop
    Wheneva them troublin' us, where the po-po *****s roll
    Solo split up and swerve,
    Krayzie take caution
    Take out my llelo and tossed it, send 'em in the road to the curb
    Running, ducking, jumping up in the land my *****s is crazy
    Me slangin' wid nuff 'n me bang on the block
    And ***** this daily, who the ***** wid the 12-guage(Pump)
    Mr.Sawed-off
    Leatherface, so you betta pray
    Eternally thugsta, east 1999
    Gotta give peace to the
    S C Ts and the one big thug on the glock
    Pump blast fa the cash, then
    I mashin' wid gas
    Gotta dash away from the cops, not lettin' no pause
    Steadily flippin' up rows, rippin' up flesh wid six dogs
    That's that thugsta, yes
    I pump slugs
    And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas
    **** them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn
    And I guess that hood'll neva learn
    Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm
    When I'm on ah mission for my setty
    Pick up my *****s be peelin' out wid me
    Roll up me, window me, wind blow, **** up my indo
    I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage
    I empty, me scan-dalous *****s are pon de loose
    But it's no ****in' wid the family, now feel it *****, understand me
    Much love much bud for them
    St. Claire thugs
    East 1999 is where ya find me
    Slangin' them mutha****in' drugs
    Dun, dun, leavin' the *****s to **** it, pop widda me gun
    They know that me noddin' they head off and
    I gots to have me fun
    Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin', you studio gangsta ***** trick
    *****s'll get beat,
    I'm handlin' the ****
    And I split in the midst of the darkness
    Consider me heartless, oh yes,
    Flesh be runnin' a hoe check
    Betta check ya
    Rolex, ya timed now fa givin' up respect
    Ta them S
    C Ts from
    C L E the scandalous *****s that dwell
    Hell offa the forscythe and bail, leavin' ah, trail, ah, the boody victims
    The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin'
    As if and if and they find, they may give me time instead, ah, me trippin'
    We flippin' the scripts on ova, see the
    Bone, ah, be neva sober
    *****s told ya triggas showed ya, east 9, 9, 9, 5 soldiers
    Wanna run red rum try to run and get away but it's just to late
    Watch out buckshots when
    I come buck buck
    Betta guard that ****in' face, dumpin' them slugs on you fools
    Rollin' wid me
    Trues, drinkin' brews
    Don't start no ****, we come equipped, so *****s stay cool
    One eighty seven, you think that you going to heaven
    Put slugs all up in that chest dunn to hell is where you be dwellin'
    Popping ah clip in them bodies me dumpin' watchin' you fall to the pave
    Wid me 9, milli pumpin', puttin' dem bodies all off in dem graves
    Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
    Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
    Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
    Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9
    East, east, 1990, 99, 9, 9, 9