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thug [high thug]
playa hatin ass muthafuckas man. fuck that! man put that shit out, man. aint posed to be smokin no muthafuckin weed in court. [man, fuck that. man, they got my nigga] man, what the fuck you doing? aw man, that shit aint even cool. [support his ass.]

okay, order in the court.

court attendant
people vs. bone thugs~n~harmony--case #c601999.

will the defendant please stand! is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, bizzy bone?

naw, man!

you know the muthafucka did it!

well the court sentences you to death by electric chair. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!

we had to get em up with two guns, runnin side by side with #1. bet i wont drop my gauge on when the po-po chase. if they catch me barehanded, im done. rips gripping the six-shot pump, so spill it. copper lettin the lead off. copper thought that he had me caught. little layzie blew his head off. get em up, and get up. the bullets, they start to get lit up. #1 best start duckin with a gun already buckin. we split up. bust a left on the double-glock and, where the fiends roll up for rocks, and this perfect getaway from the pigs when i peel, and i hit the fence and rippin up the trench, and im bailin while they trailin. better in hell than in a cell, and aint no tellin where them copper be dwellin. one had spotted me, picked up a piece and shot at me, but i practice what i preach, so see the two slugs up in his body?--got him! run with smoke comin from the barrel of me gun. hit the bend. oh, what a dumb-dumb, i got yum-yummed on a dead end. they set in then they lead in. they wa
nted me up in a coffin. cops from everywhere was yellin and wailin. i went unconscious from the stompin. takin a loss, and wakin up in that coffin. and without no stallin, cell i was tossed in, to be arraigned at dawn. me lookin in the eyes of a judge. he knew right where to put that thug, straight to the cell with no parole in the hole, but i wont budge. sent me to death row, watchin the time by fly past, but ripll be sittin mindless, never spineless, in silence, hopin i die fast. but chill, (no doubt). sleeper. gotta get away, put that on a me reefer. somehow must beat cha. so peep out the creep or the reaper will meet cha.

bailin on a mission, flippin the script, better check what the wind just blew in. better think again. its a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with that mac-10. little nigga rip (well...) had to empty the clip, (...kill) had to pump them slugs up in to them cops, and he made them drop, glock went pop-pop, going out with my thug on the double-glock. back from hell (hell) and ready to bail, (bail) time to hit the trail, cause they wanted my nigga fried. holdin the bible, when i got a grenade. inside, the squad gettin ready for the rumble, when i heard them mumbles, pullin me gauge and laughter. keep buckin them faster. all i was thinkin when i seen them bustas scatter. better watch out for them buckshots cause them cant fade me gauge. gotta bust some souls in their graves, so im buckin him straight to the pave. cant be safe. im buckin. little ripsta reinforcements comin in fast and blast. gave my nigga, double zs, the mac-10, lettin that gun-gun blast on they ass. g
otta rip in them chests through vests, mac-10s, sawed-off eruptions. got plenty ammunition, them missin, listen, destruction. im bustin. cause im makin that getaway, bout to getaway, niggas got to escape, and its never too late, when you dash and try to break, nigga, just cant test the bone fate. we steadily runnin, duckin, comin up to the front doorbarracaded. and i pulled a grenade. tossed to the door, let it explode, and we made it. creepin through the courtyard, saw krayzie. feelin safety comin, hittin the fence and jumpin it quick, from krayzies tec-9 bullets on me.

elder thug (bizzy)
well, it seems as if them boys, bizzy and little layzie, done got theyselves into another jimmy.

elder thug (layzie)
well, i love to see them boys get theyselves outta this one.

sit as i wait in the smug, rollin real fast like a dog. it began with a rage, and the gauge cant let go. they done labeled my nigga psychotic, bitches has got him sittin on death row. scopin out the tower, peepin the scene so when my niggas trail, screamin out, "one-eighty-seven," and bail. gotta get my nigga, rip, out the cell. its all organized, how my nigga, #1 disguised as the preacher wont be pullin no bible mission for survival. nigga, so creep the tec-millimeter. somebody done pulled the alarm. now, its on. slaughterin, bone sprayed off the tec, gotta let him know which way was home. we got gone, but them holice was pullin up quick. nigga, whats up? quick, bust in first. when you hit that fence, niggas get cut the fuck up. were steady buckin, steady duckin, buckin, while i was jumpin. all we was thinkin is, "dont get caught." nigga, like me, get the gun, run and gunnin, frontin with thugs. gotta get to the smug, turn around and we pump slugs, put em in the mud.
and all across my face was, "id rather lay in blood." dodgin, now who made the gun blew with the swoop, bailin back home with my troops. im runnin with four crazy niggas, thats down with they niggas, they aint scared to shoot. now were rollin. no more than a half a mile we get stopped. cops surround bone. we load glocks and squeeze, say, "fuck all these roadblocks!" busted a "u", then put that bitch in reverse, and i hit the switch, and i push the button. that boy came out the trunk, and put it in drive. sent this little boy walkin back in the other direction. po-po came quick, them heat up. niggas glanced at each other, opened up they doors, and they kicked they feet up. i jumped outta the car, had to jump over the hood, cause im headed straight for the woods. my niggas, they followed behind me. we getaway smooth, a nigga made good. came up quick to the hideout, waited til midnight til we ride out. hid a car so we could drive out. while we waited, we all got fried out, fool. if
yous a thuggish-ruggish thug, nigga, [st. clair] scream, "mo!" took one of my niggas off death row, now we got one mo to go.

[st. clair! st. clair! st. clair! st. clair! st. clair]


484 kez okundu

bone thugs-n-harmony en ok okunan 10 arks

1. flow motion
2. blaze it
3. me killa
4. mr ouija
5. mo murda
6. show em
7. mr quija
8. mo thug
9. sign bizzy bone
10. its all real

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