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layzie
east 1999 my niggas!
think about back in the days when the year was 89. little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin my ends, put my serve down on the clair 9-9. hittin up the graveyard shift with real, little will, big wally, and wish bone. little wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. krayzie bone, stack, rod j--much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. its an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. them cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the land fool, and the old school. just serve out your sentence and be cool. fuckin with trues. rest in peace, little nigga ripsta, stressed that bone love. smokin on bud, cause a nigga mo thug callin all my niggas when its time to nut em. in the 9-9, haters gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run. cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin them dum-dums.

krayzie
niggas its goin down, up in the c-town. get em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud). get the fifth of rose, but the liquor store closed and im all out the forty. raise up, nigga. burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. nigga, dont stiff on the reefer. mo! runnin up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. peep the street, bust again on double glock-glock with-ah-me rocks. cops sweatin me block. copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin the body and the bullshit stop. whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve. krayzie take caution. take all my llello and tossed it. see none when they roll to the curb. runnin, duckin, jumpin up in the land. my niggas, its crazy. we slang and we buck and we bang on the glock and my nigga, thats daily. who the nigga with the twelve gauge? [pump.] its mr. sawed-off leathaface, so you better pray. eternally thugsta. east 1999 where (???).

bizzy
gotta give ps to them scts! and i roll, big thug on the glock. pump, blast for the cash, then ill mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. got lil mo! hart steadily flippin off rose. rippin up flesh with six blows. rest, that thugsta, yes, i pump slugs, and i be druggin em off in dumpsters. fuck them po-po. lightin they bodies--they burn, burn. and i guess that hoodll never learn. gotta dip both them ones in sherm. when i m on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin out with me. roll up the window. the wind blow, fuckin my indo, why that hittin me? even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin, no fuckin with the family. now feel a nigga, understand me. much love, much buck for them st. clair thugs. east 99 is where you find me slangin me muthafuckin drugs.

flesh
done-done, leavin the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun. they lettin me leadin they head off, and i gotsta have me fun, leavin em hung. breakin, fakin you studio-gangsta bitch! trick niggas they get picked. im hittin the shit, and i split in the midst of the darkness. consider me heartless. oh, yes flesh be runnin a ho check. better check your rolex, your time now for givin up respect to them scts from c-l-e. were scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail leavin the trail of the bloody victims. the fifth thug maulin em all, and never theyll catch me slippin. and sippin a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin, and steadily trippin. we flippin the scripts on over. see the bonell be never sober. niggas told you, triggers showed you. east 9-9. five soldiers.

wish
murder one, redrum! try to run and get away, but its just too late. watch out buckshots, when i come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin face! dumpin them slugs on you, fool. rollin with me trues, drinkin brews. dont start no shit. we come equipped, so niggas, stay cool. one-eighty-seven, you think that youre goin to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where youll be dwellin. pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin, watchin you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin. puttin them bodies all off in them graves.
wish [layzie & krayzie]

cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run. [run] [-4]
[east 99] east nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine [-8]


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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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