Lyrics:
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
homes and Jesus pieces
Dope is the Popes in Rome
Poetical field, thug overtone
It's like what, yo?
Bring it home, we both could bone
Pre-cord thought flow
we knew he'd rise up quick
Smoked out, loc'ed out, all into shit
Just me and my dogs livin' like hogs
Outlaw Immortalz
What follows is the story,
love too
Promise not to never judge me
Thugs need love too
I won’t be running back to you im thugging
She say we you fuck me like that
I
like a halogen lamp
I'm high beamin', at the same time leanin'
In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug schemin'
For we compare paper, get your
like a halogen lamp
I'm high beamin', at the same time leanin'
In the butter soft seat that keep a street thug schemin'
For we compare paper, get your
be a player no more
I'm not a player, I just fuck a lot (don't wanna be a player)
But you know Big Pun and Joe are still down by law
Who's down
where we're headin' to)
They don't know, they don't know, they don't know
(Come follow me now)
[Krayzie Bone]
They wanna know if Bone Thugs sound
bay that's by any means
Long as you lend your love bay that's all that I need
Wow
Girl could you show me some thug love
Show me some thug love
Girl
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
baby
I promise you won't regret it
Things in the past we could dead it
I just wanna know where your head is
Tired of all of the nights
Without you by my
Baby love is a drug I don't think I'll ever get enough
Sitting reminiscing on your touch
Wanna fuck with a thug
Say she want to fuck with a thug
She
I'm Nino bitch
R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P., R.I.P
R.I.P. we just killed the club
Took patron to the head, almost killed a thug
R.I.P., R.I.P.,
my niggas is thugs (We thugs, we thugs)
Now I don't give a fuck, if you don't give a fuck (Now get your hands up!)
All my niggas is dirty (We dirty,
workin’ the block I’m by your side
He’s selling drugs but he’s my high
It’s that thug love
That gets you hype when you don’t even wanna
He ‘gon keep it real
the studio, writing raps to the devil bitch
I wanna switch, from my hustling ways
Ain't no pain pumping through my veins, it's just my thuggish ways
[Hook -
just don't know where my thugs at
Some at the track on the back chrome gat
Some around the corner selling that crack
Some of my thugs in the penn dead
R.I.P we just killed the club
Drank patron out the bottle almost killed a thug
Right now I'm so high I can't feel the drugs
Too many haters in
a miracle (ain't that a bitch)
Y'all know that Bone's gon' pop, ten years and still we blow
Just admit that we rock, all night long
You know we keep it thug
Now, '94 to '95, innocent without crime
(Drop that shit)Yeah, yeah, check it out
Now run for your life, or you wanna get your heat, whatever
We
and squeeze
I’mma get to shootin in this club
Posted w a bottle you just wanna give me love
Know you like it rough want aggression from a thug
Hit it in
Is it cool to fuck?
(bitch, whatcha want to do)
If not just suck
(dick sold for a nickel)
[Verse 1]
Baby tell me is it cool to touch me before we
you
All play by the same to see us, Black Jesus
We believed in you for everything you do
Just wanna let you know how we feel
Black Jesus we believed in
the gate, ain't no interference
Game for sale bish, never on clearance
Making money, I just call the shit running errands
Wonder how we end up on top, yeah
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