Lyrics:
catch ya slipping
And niggas'll leave ya bleeding
Fuck what they said about Bone catch us anywhere
Grab a couple of my St. Claire niggas take us
catch ya slipping
And niggas'll leave ya bleeding
Fuck what they said about Bone catch us anywhere
Grab a couple of my St. Claire niggas take us
of my St. Claire n***** take us anywhere
We don't care
Handle that and take care of that
If it goes like that then it goes like that
It's Cleveland
catch ya slippin
and niggas'll leave ya bleedinBone Thugs
Fuck what they said about Bone catch us anywhere
Grab a couple of my St. Claire niggas take us
RTA
Hop on the 10 to the Claire
Ready to get 'em up with-a me thugs
And to cash that dum, man, I gotta get paid
Playa, playa, holla, holla
St.
bring to you the one and only
Bone Thugs N Harmony
Nigga this St. Claire
[Chorus]
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin them bodies
Harmony
Nigga this St. Claire...
Execution double nine style
Steadily sendin them bodies undaground
It'll be all about that llelo bank roll
Betta
always cheap
I'll leave a candle in the window but I may as well light two
Say a prayer for good St. Claire and one for you
Time has its way of making
of the modern machine
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream.
Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned
With the girl in the mirror who spins
of the modern machine
Walks St. Robinson in his Cadillac dream.
Carrie's down in her basement all toe shoes and twinned
With the girl in the mirror who spins
help, but you turn your back
You never respond
You hide in these walls in St. Paul's
Alfred Musgrove, Gladys Musgrove
Ellen Hawthorne Morrell, Arthur
standing next to us
In the noisy Starbucks line
Jesus is in Manhattan jesus is in St claire
He's waiting around the corner
Jesus is everywhere jesus is
You wired the trains and went back home to St. Claire's shores
Before you became a spark down at the yard
You were passing through those hungry
hills of green If you've plans for supper you can bet I'll be late
For I'll be down on my knees outside St. James's Gate
I would take a train or a boat
A black gelato van
Finished for the day,
Met with Arthur's taxi head-on
Down St.Kilda way
(By the Prince Of Wales).
That was the way that Arthur died
of St. James arrived
Mysteriously in the village of Padron (which we visited...lovely line of trees
Along the waterway leading to the place where
to St. Louis they 'bout it, 'bout it (they rowdy)
down in Memphis you know they 'bout it 'bout it
from L.A. to Alabama they 'bout it 'bout it
Washington
expect ye's all to back us to the hilt.
And if St. Peter at his gate were to ask ye why yer late,
Why you'd tell him that ye had to get a ship built.
We
stuck in me, keepin' it simple
The Thug in me runnin' with thugs so
To the temple, buck when you duck
To the thuggish ruggish T's
St. Claire P's
stuck in me, keepin' it simple
The Thug in me runnin' with thugs so
To the temple, buck when you duck
To the thuggish ruggish T's
St. Claire P's
smoke
get paid good so we gonna blaze good
So come to The Land where all the thugs be real
Them St. Claire niggas they ain't no joke
so catch a slug
hard like RRR (bolly)
See me receive throws from afar
(Boom)
(Arthur won't stop me from gettin' any sweet treats boy)
They call me hawk the chugger,
They say you were born in St. Claire's hospital
I say you were born up in the sky
You come floatin' down over New Orleans
To the sweet green
dogs, off the motherfucking chain!
Arf, arf, arf, arf, arf-arf, ya heard?
Bitch ass nigga (bitch ass nigga!)
Iceberg, hoo, B.K.! Ali X! St. Claire
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