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Givin' In to Love (Patti Austin) · Givin' Away the Store, Vol. 3 (Pat Martino) · Givin' It Up (George Benson) · Givin' Away the Store, Vol. 3 (Pat Martino) · Givin Em Da Businezz (Trae) · Givin Em Da Businezz (Trae) · Givin' Away the Store (Sonny Stitt) · Givin Em Da Businezz [Screwed] (Trae) · Givin' It Up (George Benson) · Givin' It Back (The Isley Brothers) – and 90 other albums »


with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some  
Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone
Fuck with the Bone four niggas strong
the neva surrender
Now taties and gentlemen I don't want anymo problems
Gentlemen let's get paid to party
Givin em sumthin make it feel Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
of bitches start a fight 

Over some dick that they don't even own 

All I'm givin' them is the bone 

Blowin' up a niggaz phone 

But ain't nobody
of these days
Heads a go roll down Sandy Gully that's what Marcus says

Dog up a Beverley Hills a eat T-bone steak an' drink cornflakes
While poor people in
by on the peril vines
Go to the finish, big Texas is next
Stuck him in the neck and I'm beatin on my chest
(Ice Cube)
T-Bone is the king of the jungle
I'm wit ya
I know what it's like when they know you now
But bark at your dog baby, and I'll hold you down
Time and time and time again
I knew that
about my game, it's tight 
That's why every night a different group of bitches start a fight 
Over some dick that they don't even own 
All I'm givin
Who you are,
One Nation under a thug and bullet scar,
Young nation, no revolution and no cause, 
One Nation, young, black and dangerous by far,
with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some  
Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone
Fuck with the Bone four niggas strong
ounce in my lap, freezin' my balls
Rollin' up a tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep me and my dogs
Yo', I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by
the neva surrender
Now taties and gentlemen I don't want anymo problems
Gentlemen let's get paid to party
Givin em sumthin make it feel Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
and my dogs
I gotta get back to back streets
Wanted by the six pound and I got heat
Glock glock shots to the block we creep creep
Pop Pop hope cops
dogs
Yo', I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six-five, and I got heat
Glock, glock shots to the block we creep, creep
Pop, pop, hope cops
give a row
Atlantic A-D-see is what I'm always givin' up
So niggas see-ware of the notorious "Panic Zone"
Crazy S-be	-G
By the way it's Mr. Gangsta Bone
the one and only Sen Dog)

Think rappers spit nice
Goin' hard in the paint, you just get by
See me get high
Puffer-light Mr. Molly
Hittin' switches in
There's a season for everything
A time for every occupation of the heaven
A time for givin' birth
A time for dyin'
A time for for plannin'
be	-D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
be	-D drive-by
As his mama, daddy screamin', cryin' ask me why
But they don't know that I don't give a fuck
I hope to meet wagon van man hurry up
niggas salt shakin'
Bone crush em' and rush em' and get out and then touch em'
Doin' better than the Feds when they jackin' my box
Watch out, surrounded by
dogs
Yo', I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six-five, and I got heat
Glock, glock shots to the block we creep, creep
Pop, pop, hope cops
dogs
Yo', I gotta hit the back streets
Wanted by the six-five, and I got heat
Glock, glock shots to the block we creep, creep
Pop, pop, hope cops
sound off
Just trynna live this, back bone the business
BCC is the click and, y'all can't get with
Nothing them boys spitting
Cause y'all like female
the last customer your next time not like
He knock hard so I copped and took his heart not life

The mother ghetto went in first up, want the crook bone
attire, black tool, no face mask, killa make a jack move
Yeah, by the way dog like bag food
Dope house like grocery stores, sell boy two
Gettin' high, thugs
freezing my balls
Roll a nigga tree, green leaves and all
Comin' pretty deep, me and my dogs
I gotta get back to back streets
Wanted by the six pound