Lyrics:
Link with my shooter give him a payroll
Fuck outta my city it's a no fly zone
Talk me to nice and switch up your tone
I saw a buckshot rip thru the bones
together
Leavin` you cats on the stretcher
O.N.S. and the Embassy,
Outlawz and Pentagon
If it ain`t that,
It ain`t shit to me
It ain`t shit to me
You want me to jam I'm finna enter
Brain waves came from insane days
Make ya sick like bad mayonnaise
(Tech N9ne!) Got the remedy rhyme infinity
throw a pass at 'em
They with me stupid, now Ma, blast at 'em
Cats fire when i'm walkin' by like JFK junior, y'all talkin' fly
I give em Macaulay Culkin
at me like you really want to fight cat
All Tecca Nina want to know is where the mic at
[Hook]2x
[Tech N9ne]
151, Malibu Rum, and pineapple juice
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PUNKIN FLUNKIES,
Killa we KRUNK N FUNKY,
Uhh... PUMPING CHUNKY,
Uhh... BOOTY BITCHES IN THE BUNK WITH A DONKEY EH!
Crazy, I might be way in my psyche
dividends
Though the life we live gets strenuous
And we gettin' it how me and my niggas
We outrang hustlas, thug by nature
It's all about paper, fuck
Hey, let me hear that first
Nineteen-ninety Afta
Cleveland up in this muthafucka
Afta Maff up in this muthafucka, bitch
Flesh-N-Bone
Son
dream of being thugs
Thanks to you
For the love of Baton Rouge
Intruded by them sirens on a daily
Buck shots it's crazy
This passion done often made me
Riot
Flesh-N-Bone:
Yeah, yeah. Unh huh, unh huh, callin' all my trues trues. Mo Thug family
bringin' it to ya once again. Callin' all my
quarters
Alway slide in a foreign won’t catch us in no chargers
I was uptown in them trenches now I’m thug’n in Florida
I’m by myself but I ain’t solo
like a mom to me
Since she was a mom to be
Came up on Thugs-n-Harmony
Most commonly referred to as Bone
I spent most of my life in solitude
I prefer
bitches, they look like they starvin'
Bone Thugs ain't do a show in twenty-three summers
And tried to charge Swizz like they doin' stadium numbers (what?)
suppose, I just gotta be me and that's the way its going down
I just gotta be a G, I just gotta be me
You fucking with a thug, fa sho
Catch me riding
Into them sound clash see winni'n them, just begginin' them
Get rid of every bit of them with them negative idioms
I don't even consider them
In
shut the fuck up)
It was over your head, all day, every day
S.I.N.Y. 10304
Wu-Tang Killa Bees
And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
Y'all know the time, y'all
shut the fuck up)
It was over your head, all day, every day
S.I.N.Y. 10304
Wu-Tang Killa Bees
And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
Y'all know the time, y'all
shut the fuck up)
It was over your head, all day, every day
S.I.N.Y. 10304
Wu-Tang Killa Bees
And the Limp B-I-Z-K-I-T
Y'all know the time, y'all
on the tombstone
Meet me on the cross roads Bone Thugs and Harmony
Haters not harming me honeys they're humming this
Studied my pedigree no time to baby seat
Go
strap up arms
He used to make me hit the punching bag
My dad, he was a boxer god
And he really was glad yo the boxing the golden glove
He just a thug
to the N
God blessed me with the million dollar pen
See them quiet money gangstas with they hand in the air
That Sunny Side and South Park, I was raised
Rocket rocket
We gone reach the top
Revive the game one time for the block
Laying roadblocks cause they want me to stop
They hate that God chose uh thug
side
Had to do a walk-by
Walked up on then popped him up
Watched that fuckin'' clown die
Bitch, don't try to play me
Or you'll push up daisies
Baby
to the sergeant
See
My glock make music
I Bone Thugs in Harmony
Bullets Kiss niggas, make them hug the concrete
Cheek to street, him and the concrete
Beyond arm
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