Bone Thugs N Harmony - Down Foe My Thang Lyrics
LayzieCreepin up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. smoke, and I choke, and I creep on ah come up. niggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death. now they done up. gun up, hunt my blunt up. creepin til sun up, feelin slightly shady. call me lightweight crazy #1 nigga little layzie. nigga dont wanna faint, runnin deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin them thangs. bone done told you. testin nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show you. faded a nigga that stepped up, then slipped in some shit. seen em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass, had to blast that clique-clique. sprayed the gauge, all *****ed, and ready to spray down to the pave. puttin them souls up off up in a grave, dwell in hell, theyll all lay slain. amazed, must I blaze. its insane when I take that bud to the brain. toke, choke, hold in me smoke until-a-me strained, feelin no pain. better be packin your weapon, cause my shit is kept and Im ready to let loose sawed-off hangin, danglIn up under the trench,Finna blow that chest through, you shouldve wore a vest fool. cause the bone dont front. nigga check or get wrecked. got flesh on the set, with his finger on a tec. locd out with the khakis and high-techs. respect them st. clair thugs hustlin drugs, gotta make that money man. rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we house that rap game.Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [*2]FleshWell what do ya know hoes, and the bigger bone thats known for gettin his swerve on. and kickin it on the stage. off in a raid gettin my serve on. so, leave em alone. they come. they need to be shown that bone done chrome-blown, lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on. youd better go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with flesh, Im fin to lynch ya, mo murda! youre runnin up eye to eye with death. face to face, now nevertheless youre takin a loss, and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin the body up off in a coffin. remember the vow said a preacher, me teach em, greetin em with me nine. runnin with thugs and hustlas and murderin em every time.LayzieBang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [*4]BizzyRemember the ripsta, sinster creeper, rippin up that set with a street-sweeper. gotta take a breather from sippin me liter. rippin that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver. when Im in me smugsta, never the studio thugsta. buck em! buck em! mutha***** em. thug never done bluff and ***** them bustas. so back up off me. no stack wont let me slip. when a nigga start to step, then wet em, put em in the graveyard. *****, better buy your vest, then test rest, the ripsta quick to pick up the hollow points and put em up in your brains, nigga. my little nigga, mo! hart, my bigger nigga, sin. dash fast, get em up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash, me can killa for free for homies and family. tell em to see me, that realer nigga, the ripsta, put em in rivers. it dont stop. drop ps to the s-c-ts and double glock. pop, pop! heres the slug from the twelve-gauge thug. you dont want ***** with, nor buck with, rips breakin on bustas. blood, me feelin emLike it hurts. me murder. I show no mercy. turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin em in the dirt, see?KrayzieGet ready to duck, *****, or get *****ed up! they never could ***** with me sawed-off pump. ***** if Im flippin or load my clip in, nigga, yall all *****ed. gotta make my money, slippin me pump in me trench, and then click it. now, nigga this rippin, steady clippin, not missin, thuggin with me clique. and now leathaface takin your life so you best stay back, tossin the rest in a coffin, cause niggas be runnin up, talkin trash. buck a guard while walkin past. bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang, and I claim and hang with thieves. niggas that make cheese for the green leaves. gotta give ps, cause they swang these. come nigga, meet my hood and found nothin but thugs and hustlas. sin never been no busta, hell stuff and buck-buck em and dump em, *****. nigga, mutha***** em! krayzie dont love em, put em to rest and run so the po-po dont catch up. nigga cant be arrested. one m-11, me sendin niggas to hell, and youre felon, 187. eleven dwellin better from the cell,And nigga that pick up mOssberg, the quicker you get to the curb. put one to the temple. pump to mr. policeman, thats all you heard.LayzieBang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (bone be me gang.) [*4]Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bangGotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang [*13]Bonealways will
