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    Bone Thugs-N-Harmony / Lyrics

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    "2 Glocks [U-Neek's Remix]" Lyrics

    Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

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    [Krayzie]
    What they really want... {*8X*}

    Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all..
    Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggaz with the guns
    And you might get shot (get shot)
    Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all..
    You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got (we got) {*2X*}

    I still be the thuggish ruggish nigga
    Dressed in all black khakis, fatigues, and boots
    Still don't give a fuck about the law
    Still run with a pump in my car and fuck who you are
    Your fuckin with a couple of niggaz that's really insane
    I'm talkin loco krayzie as hell
    It ain't just a name it's the game
    We done loosened up a couple strings
    And shook a couple of screws loose in my brain
    Besides that man ain't nothin changed
    Look at me now
    I'm still a thug
    Nigga I still smoke bud
    (You know) you know I still represent
    St. Clair wig split shit nigga what
    This is bone thug
    Niggaz thinkin I told ya but we put it down like that
    And whoever we got to fuck up to prove that
    We do it and keep on movin
    Guess who's back up in the house
    Original cleveland criminals
    Niggaz just send them subliminal messages like
    "Murda, Mo Murda Murda!"
    Never forgot where we come from
    Watch how you move your tongue
    Cause I got niggaz thats ready to jump off in your ass
    And smash and crash
    Protect my niggaz for combat
    Leather Face at ya and on your ass like
    I was a heat seeker creeper the reaper peep you
    Sweep you off your feet in cleveland

    [Layzie]
    I be the smoothest little nigga you can meet me (me)
    But nigga you fuck with me then I'm a fuck with you
    Introduce you to this heat
    I sweep the street
    When I draw down let me hear ya say
    "Fuck the Law!" now
    Rawest niggaz in the town ready to thug and go down
    Go pound for pound nigga that's the motto
    Let me see you throw them things
    And if it's real nigga keep it real
    Show me your game I'm sure gonna claim
    What the fuck is mine my nigga I'll take it
    Grab a player hater by the neck
    Choke him out and try to break it
    Give me your money
    Drop them keys
    It's a jack move bitch
    And since you haters ain't got no business
    That's how we attack your shit
    Nigga we'll smack your bitch in the middle of the grammy
    And the media might ban me
    Nigga this "Mo Thug Family" is for real

    [Krayzie]
    Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all..
    Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggaz with the guns
    And you might get shot (get shot)
    Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all..
    You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got (we got) {*2X*}

    [Bizzy]
    Pull it up sit up get up and count your money
    Before it all gets spent up
    And you wanna get rid of
    A hood bitch with game and every bitch said I'm a good bitch
    Fuckin with my wood grain
    Everybody still playing that hood game quiet (quiet quiet...)
    Especially when it's tired
    My evironment ain't nothing but niggaz dying
    In a chemical fed injection in Jasper, Texas
    Split up these niggaz off in different sections
    Don't hate my message
    Destiny led to mimic chastity for my daughter
    Wad up a niggaz sherm and come listen to the sermon
    Swerving in my suburban lick it up with the bottle
    But everybody know I got some problems
    Had dreams of the Apollo
    The fiends had faith in me
    Suckas wouldn't run
    A nigga not insane
    Niggaz still with me bone
    Some how they turn up
    Run up and get your sign run blindly
    Elevate through time nowhere to hide

    [Flesh]
    Our dogs finna haul off lead sawed off head
    Nigga 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 sucka
    You know you done fucked up don't you niggaz
    Runnin up blastin big ass triggers
    What the fuck 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 dog
    Fuck you thought mothafuck fame
    For the fact the shit is a fat game going
    Remain number one in the land
    Flesh 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 God
    How 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 your feeling that
    Niggaz said all my babies get a million
    Struggle with a villain hit them with a venomous blow
    I call on my mighty
    Y'all can joke
    Gonna 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, 7th Sign
    For the FBI you wanna come test my Enterprise
    Bitch you better go think twice and open up your mothafuckin eyes
    These niggaz can't fuck with the fifth dog finna parlay
    Everyday stormin your way you better lay low
    So you might just duck when I buck guage
    Can't you see my niggaz having a ball all day
    Since we having a ball all day mothafuckers player hate

    [Krayzie]
    Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all..
    Fuck with (fall to your death death) the niggaz with the guns
    And you might get shot (get shot)
    Get ya gun get ya gun did you kill them all..
    You could (fall to your death death) be the first to feel the heat
    To see how much we got (we got) {*4X*}
    This song was submitted on January 8th, 2006 and last modified on October 18th, 2016.
    Copyright with Lyrics © BMG RIGHTS MANAGEMENT US, LLC, Universal Music Publishing Group, Warner/Chappell Music, Inc..
    Written by Jimmy Thomas, Stanley Howse.
    Lyrics licensed by LyricFind.

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