作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... Don't *****s don't wanna start shit Buck, buck to the bang Sendin' ******s to the brain, *****, yeah A ***** that always at my city with me Now, who was that ***** they put in the plastic? ***** that thought he could bang That *****'s stuck That *****'s blasted They got my man from the Land Never ran, I step with deadly men If ya come a little bit closer I can turn you into sand Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep And the blood is seepin' Got *****s in alleys **** *****s in badges, we say bang Eighty-eight through ten-five and Clair St. Clair ain't shit to **** with Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue We comin' to shoot up your posse My *****s-they comin' up out the woods To get the goods, Krayzie be thug And (want to) die-that's from comin' up in my hood We killers, get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun Bust one, they done Cleveland is where we from Hearts-thugs have none Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Soon as I hit the scene (setting) Feelin' for the pistol But I didn't have no gun Come with original thugsta shit I be flippin' it with me tongue *****, Cleveland is the city where we come from And I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none Follow rip one, now, on and on Them definitely got me back And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta *****s With or without my gat Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools East 99 style, fools Me put it in mind on murderin' you Followin' whenever me murderous trues *****s that claim to bang bang When it comes to slang thangs, they do They know they cannot buck me One of 'em sure to slug me But they hope the thug I be, Bizzy Better let 'em him be or they'll see *****, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Livin' in the Land of the Heartless With a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps Hand on my strap, roll thick, cause they jack Runnin' up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap pap Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs Defendin' they drugs When they roll up, *****s be creepin' up slow Heavy packed with they gats And try to pull a hold up But *****, now hold on Wanna test the Bone? The gauge is shown, any is mind blown Lookin' down the barrel of this Mossberg chrome to the dome Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage Copper take these here rocks, Double Glock My pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever The trouble knocks Steadily hittin', me clean up Get lit up for ready your soul to burn And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up Cause *****s must learn Yearnin' to earn cheese Ready to die, so *****s can't take these Wantin' to clock G's, want to move keys Not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please East nine nine, crime finds mine Strayin' on this road to hell And prison walls, testin' ***** For the cause, gotta get that sale And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' I get with my thugs Rippin' apart shit, so *****, don't start shit Cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off There's really no place to run *****s get vicious with my clique 'Cause even the ******* carry guns
[00:00.000] 作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... [00:01.162] Don't *****s don't wanna start shit [00:03.637] Buck, buck to the bang [00:06.150] Sendin' ******s to the brain, *****, yeah [00:15.389] A ***** that always at my city with me [00:17.169] Now, who was that ***** they put in the plastic? [00:18.744] ***** that thought he could bang [00:20.075] That *****'s stuck [00:20.634] That *****'s blasted [00:21.485] They got my man from the Land [00:22.612] Never ran, I step with deadly men [00:24.168] If ya come a little bit closer [00:25.465] I can turn you into sand [00:27.262] Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to Cleveland [00:29.821] We thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep [00:31.990] And the blood is seepin' [00:32.717] Got *****s in alleys [00:33.739] **** *****s in badges, we say bang [00:35.428] Eighty-eight through ten-five and Clair [00:37.145] St. Clair ain't shit to **** with [00:38.146] Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body [00:40.340] Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue [00:41.848] We comin' to shoot up your posse [00:42.983] My *****s-they comin' up out the woods [00:44.468] To get the goods, Krayzie be thug [00:46.076] And (want to) die-that's from comin' up in my hood [00:48.462] We killers, get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun [00:50.747] Bust one, they done [00:51.810] Cleveland is where we from [00:53.468] Hearts-thugs have none [00:54.527] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [00:55.953] There's really no place to run [00:56.987] *****s get vicious with my clique [00:58.236] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [00:59.658] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [01:01.182] There's really no place to run [01:02.365] *****s get vicious with my clique [01:03.637] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [01:04.964] Soon as I hit the scene (setting) [01:05.938] Feelin' for the pistol [01:06.842] But I didn't have no gun [01:07.843] Come with original thugsta shit [01:09.419] I be flippin' it with me tongue [01:10.529] *****, Cleveland is the city where we come from [01:13.091] And I show them hoes up outta the Clair that thugs don't run from none [01:15.544] Follow rip one, now, on and on [01:17.490] Them definitely got me back [01:18.668] And I'm throwin' up St. Clair thugsta *****s [01:20.441] With or without my gat [01:21.441] Forever be ready to pull out me murder tools East 99 style, fools [01:24.353] Me put it in mind on murderin' you [01:25.671] Followin' whenever me murderous trues [01:27.173] *****s that claim to bang bang [01:28.449] When it comes to slang thangs, they do [01:29.714] They know they cannot buck me [01:30.980] One of 'em sure to slug me [01:31.947] But they hope the thug I be, Bizzy [01:34.115] Better let 'em him be or they'll see [01:35.589] *****, hangin', swangin', never to miss. The Biz is me [01:37.876] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [01:39.536] There's really no place to run [01:40.664] *****s get vicious with my clique [01:41.908] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [01:43.282] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [01:44.921] There's really no place to run [01:46.062] *****s get vicious with my clique [01:47.224] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [01:48.610] Livin' in the Land of the Heartless [01:49.835] With a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps [01:51.349] Hand on my strap, roll thick, cause they jack [01:52.799] Runnin' up on the Bone, you needin' to be pap pap [01:54.233] Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs [01:55.349] Defendin' they drugs [01:56.072] When they roll up, *****s be creepin' up slow [01:57.823] Heavy packed with they gats [01:58.596] And try to pull a hold up [01:59.506] But *****, now hold on [02:00.476] Wanna test the Bone? [02:01.332] The gauge is shown, any is mind blown [02:02.960] Lookin' down the barrel of this Mossberg chrome to the dome [02:05.021] Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage [02:06.729] Copper take these here rocks, Double Glock [02:08.256] My pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever [02:10.056] The trouble knocks [02:10.804] Steadily hittin', me clean up [02:12.142] Get lit up for ready your soul to burn [02:13.432] And I blow your shit up, get 'em on the get up [02:15.172] Cause *****s must learn [02:16.389] Yearnin' to earn cheese [02:17.723] Ready to die, so *****s can't take these [02:18.933] Wantin' to clock G's, want to move keys [02:20.214] Not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please [02:21.620] East nine nine, crime finds mine [02:23.246] Strayin' on this road to hell [02:24.447] And prison walls, testin' ***** [02:25.924] For the cause, gotta get that sale [02:27.154] And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' [02:28.500] I get with my thugs [02:29.361] Rippin' apart shit, so *****, don't start shit [02:31.144] Cause we kill in the Land of the Heartless, Die [02:32.462] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [02:33.975] There's really no place to run [02:35.124] *****s get vicious with my clique [02:36.413] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [02:37.776] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [02:39.302] There's really no place to run [02:40.524] *****s get vicious with my clique [02:41.802] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [02:43.281] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [02:44.798] There's really no place to run [02:45.995] *****s get vicious with my clique [02:47.327] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [02:48.711] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [02:50.285] There's really no place to run [02:51.430] *****s get vicious with my clique [02:52.773] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [02:54.185] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [02:55.722] There's really no place to run [02:56.936] *****s get vicious with my clique [02:58.112] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns [02:59.572] Hi-tecs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off [03:01.160] There's really no place to run [03:02.326] *****s get vicious with my clique [03:03.605] 'Cause even the ******* carry guns
