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  • 作词 : Bone, DJ U Neek ...
    Ooh killaOoh killa
    If you're down to glide and slide on the
    Clair, then let's ride
    Tony Tone roll with
    Bone on the dark side
    But when you come just bring your guns witcha
    If you're a busta, ******s gone have fun witcha
    So ****** don't get me wrong, my ******s
    Swang them thangs, bang some brains
    Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
    Step and you'll catch some buck shots
    Murder one on the
    Clair my glock glock
    Mo thugs, what's up ****** get dropped
    Put 'em in the mud, pop and
    I can't stop now
    ******, that
    I thug wit kill
    Pop to tha chest how does it feel and ****** we peel caps
    Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
    Killin' I'm buckin' 'em down,
    I wish ya would
    Try to get some, redrum, ******, ****** don't test my hood
    A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
    Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a ******
    And them snitches in the pit, so don't ****** with
    Them ******s off the 9, 9
    The foundation of ******s committin' a crime is murderin' every time
    ****** beware 'cuz here come the
    Clair, mobbin' like them soldiers
    Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya
    So off we go, to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls
    With that nine shot, givin' props to the double glock
    Pump, pump when
    I let my shell down
    Hit a nick nack, gimmee the goodies and ****** me dash
    Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast
    ****** don't test nuts your luck's ******
    You feelin' up right for the bone yard, thuggin' off with the graveyard *******ft
    Then comin' up blow your whole card, ******
    Scandalous ******s, dwellin' the
    Clair be servin' them chop chop's
    We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
    You better be ready for this thug style
    Krayzie, Layzie,
    Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
    We straight up the glock glock, well don't get your wig's split now
    East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the dark side
    Betta grab your pop, ******s be trippin' and flippin'
    As soon they get out, 187 you're caught in a murder
    ******s up to no good, uh oh, ****** no
    They never could ****** with a thug ho
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Nuthin' but them killas, straight up thuggas
    Rippin' bucks up bloody clothes
    Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and ****** 'em down
    Buckin' them coppas down
    Round after round after round
    Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
    Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
    I guess you got ta suffer
    Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
    They made your body once you hunt my victims on a mission
    Flippin' livin' on a darker side creepin' on your homicide
    Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by
    Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
    Thuggin' through my thuggish ass hood at night with my pipe
    Thuggin down the double glock tryin' to get my serve on
    Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
    But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
    Now peep my creep,
    I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
    We jumpin' up rough from the hood
    We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
    Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll, know we willing and able
    Rollin' with
    Ruthless ******, betta check my label
    Murda dem, never come again when the scandalous ******s set up
    Bloody ****** trues be on my level
    Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
    ****** don't take the wrong turn or you will enter the hood
    And were spittin', so cover your dome
    At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
    Cleveland
    Browns, Dogg
    Pound hoes, it's on
    Let's begin in the mix of a
    Clair player
    You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch ******'
    Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
    Leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what
    Don't make me go in my trench
    ****** ya got me bent
    All ****** up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
    To your gravesite as
    John Doe for ******' wit those
    It's them thugs runnin' a muck on none but a slug all up in the territory
    Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
    So where you at where you at
    I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a ******'s neck back
    Puttin 'em
    Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard
    Pumped up betta get down, thugs'll be glad ta tear around
    Foe somebody gets ******, ya still don't want some ******
    But what the mutha******,
    I wanna wham ya wit a
    Tec-9Now ****** press yo luck
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
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  • 作词 : Bone, DJ U Neek ...
    Ooh killaOoh killa
    If you're down to glide and slide on the
    Clair, then let's ride
    Tony Tone roll with
    Bone on the dark side
    But when you come just bring your guns witcha
    If you're a busta, ******s gone have fun witcha
    So ****** don't get me wrong, my ******s
    Swang them thangs, bang some brains
    Slangin' yayo, it all remains the same
    Step and you'll catch some buck shots
    Murder one on the
    Clair my glock glock
    Mo thugs, what's up ****** get dropped
    Put 'em in the mud, pop and
    I can't stop now
    ******, that
    I thug wit kill
    Pop to tha chest how does it feel and ****** we peel caps
    Pap, fit to get your wig cracked back
    Killin' I'm buckin' 'em down,
    I wish ya would
    Try to get some, redrum, ******, ****** don't test my hood
    A first degree murderin' wig splitta, grave digga
    Diggin' a ditch, puttin' a ******
    And them snitches in the pit, so don't ****** with
    Them ******s off the 9, 9
    The foundation of ******s committin' a crime is murderin' every time
    ****** beware 'cuz here come the
    Clair, mobbin' like them soldiers
    Watch me fold ya for actin' like somebody never told ya
    So off we go, to the bloody row, tryin' to blood some souls
    With that nine shot, givin' props to the double glock
    Pump, pump when
    I let my shell down
    Hit a nick nack, gimmee the goodies and ****** me dash
    Ya reach for the gauge and mash, yell out 187 and blast
    ****** don't test nuts your luck's ******
    You feelin' up right for the bone yard, thuggin' off with the graveyard *******ft
    Then comin' up blow your whole card, ******
    Scandalous ******s, dwellin' the
    Clair be servin' them chop chop's
    We rippin' them guts with buck shotz, pop pop
    You better be ready for this thug style
    Krayzie, Layzie,
    Bizzy, Flesh with them wicked now
    We straight up the glock glock, well don't get your wig's split now
    East 99 follow me down the strip as we trip to the dark side
    Betta grab your pop, ******s be trippin' and flippin'
    As soon they get out, 187 you're caught in a murder
    ******s up to no good, uh oh, ****** no
    They never could ****** with a thug ho
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Nuthin' but them killas, straight up thuggas
    Rippin' bucks up bloody clothes
    Gaugin' bloody watch this nickle trippin' shot and ****** 'em down
    Buckin' them coppas down
    Round after round after round
    Bloody bodies badges spread out on the ground
    Ain't no sound, just them demons screamin' rest in peace
    I guess you got ta suffer
    Ready to pip hollow point tip, got your wig split
    They made your body once you hunt my victims on a mission
    Flippin' livin' on a darker side creepin' on your homicide
    Let my nuts and my gauge hang low now walk on by
    Boogie Nikke's on a night ride
    Thuggin' through my thuggish ass hood at night with my pipe
    Thuggin down the double glock tryin' to get my serve on
    Watchin' my back while six-five try to roll on
    But one to the suckas head and two up in his body
    Now peep my creep,
    I eat the reefer smoke all up inside me
    We jumpin' up rough from the hood
    We bailin' we thuggin' we lookin' like crooks
    Could tell we be fatal, ready to roll, know we willing and able
    Rollin' with
    Ruthless ******, betta check my label
    Murda dem, never come again when the scandalous ******s set up
    Bloody ****** trues be on my level
    Eighty eight and ten five is the soldiers ghetto
    ****** don't take the wrong turn or you will enter the hood
    And were spittin', so cover your dome
    At a cut where the thugs and hustlas roam
    Cleveland
    Browns, Dogg
    Pound hoes, it's on
    Let's begin in the mix of a
    Clair player
    You're liable to get your wigs split and dumped in a ditch ******'
    Cause them thugs, sendin' them slugs
    Leavin' 'em off in the cut in a puddle of blood, say what
    Don't make me go in my trench
    ****** ya got me bent
    All ****** up, your luck's up, you gotta get sent
    To your gravesite as
    John Doe for ******' wit those
    It's them thugs runnin' a muck on none but a slug all up in the territory
    Never divide, go nationwide with the buck buck
    So where you at where you at
    I'm strapped and ready ta snap n yank a ******'s neck back
    Puttin 'em
    Koolaid hats in ta the graveyard
    Pumped up betta get down, thugs'll be glad ta tear around
    Foe somebody gets ******, ya still don't want some ******
    But what the mutha******,
    I wanna wham ya wit a
    Tec-9Now ****** press yo luck
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
    Pop, pop givin' up shotz to tha double glock, glock
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