Bone Thugs N Harmony - No Shorts, No Losses Lyrics
Bizzy [wish]Bone come break em down! [takin no shorts no losses man!] [*4]LayzieIm takin a swig of the burb, word, downin my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb. get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve. heard aboutAnd hustlas, but I never knew none like us before. were druggin em off in dumpsters. suck these thuggish ruggish nuts! peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. puttin in work, and iEm where it hurts. puttin it down. bone first. and Ill hit em with a ouija curse, from worse to worst. duck if you wantin to test bone. the conse-sequences are fatal. ready be strapped, pap,-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin me label: ruthless. and I steady be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah. for the love of the wasteland clair. for the love that brought me here.In ps to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. pop, pop your pistol now. if a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. harmony smooth with thG shit. mo murda to the foolsThat clone. five niggas locd out with the roughness. and its war tryin to craft these bones. bring on your stretchers, youre dearly-departed, youll rest in a coffin for darin to cross thiMe and get that ass tossed by the boss, *****! aint takin no shorts or no losses.Bizzy [wish]Bone come break em down! [takin no shorts no losses man!] [*4]KrayzieNiggas come ***** with me now! krayzie that nigga that pump, pump! nigga thats my daily thang. down with the bang, bang, swangin them thangs, it really dont matter man. insane to the brain, mGa, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. ***** if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga were comin to cut cha. everyday be the same old: st. clair to flip oSame ho-niggas that be tryin to study the thugs. but nigga back up its a bone thing, what? never takin no shorts or no losses, creepin up outta me clique see. mo murda! mo murda! and ouijaBe with me. creepin on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of money. stalkin gat fools, walkin jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. remember me no surrender. kill em me dig real deep inFin. me no pretender. leathaface takin no shorts or no losses.Bizzy [wish]Bone come break em down! [takin no shorts no losses man!] [*3]Bone come break em down, way down, lay down. [takin no shorts no losses man!]WishAint takin no shorts or no losses, tossin niggas all up in them coffins. let em know when niggas run up, I gun em. gotta let em know who the boss is, see. pop, pop, let em drop, mo thug!Niggas is nothing but killas. we creepin, we needin more money. we seen and we caught and hung him, uh! Im lovin my thugstas, my clique consists of nothing but hustlas. the nigga you know thHeard you serve and murder all bustas now. hardtimes, gotta get mine, even if it means pap, thats your life. and a nigga gotta die by the sword, the guage, my 9, and my knife. *****in my pump,Ugs all up in ya, now what? shoot a ***** just like a nigga, aint no fear, for trigger youll fall. its wish bone, no shorts, gotta get mine, yeah its my time. me and my thugs, smokin, chokiEt a nigga p.o.d. off that wine.Bizzy [wish]Bone come break em down! [takin no shorts no losses man!] [*3]Bone come break em down, way down, lay down. [takin no shorts no losses man!]FleshRun em up with that dog, jumped out of the darkside. come creep in a barrel, *****, if you test my hood. itll be your loss. even if you bring your clique, get tossed, itll do you no good. canCk with my gang, no thang, and them bullets they rang out. strangle the man, and drug em up off the clair, we strip em and beat they brains out. I gotta give ps to all of my trues steadily paThem dues. we niggas with nothin to lose, trippin and sippin on brew and actin a fool. mo thug be lovin to smoke mo bud, fiend for the green leaves. nigga, quick pull out them trees. I pulMy cheese. now, gimme, now, what me need. remember me killa, cap peela, still a realer nigga, and in on to dig ya, so ***** if you run up, Im bound to rip ya. me puttin in work, pullin me bu, it hurt, better run to chalk it. diggin ya deep in the dirt, squirt blood, see the bonell take no shorts or losses.Bizzy [wish]Bone come break em down! [takin no shorts no losses man!] [*3]Bone come break em down, way down, lay down. [takin no shorts no losses man!]BizzyBoneyard! pump nigga thats startin some shit up, what? little ripsta, get cha. cleveland thugs, all of my mutha*****as show they nuts and guts, runnin up out the cut, pumpin bucks. ready toYou up. must bust them, and steady be dumpin, thuggin on the clair, oh yeah, lets smoke out on 88th, jumpin with playas. when a me forty-fo let go, feelin glock-glock roll. now they be gunOutta the window, we peep out the few comin outta the back door. hang on the darkside, ride, pick up your tec, and they fly, why? I die by all of my unremorsefullest times on the nine-nine, ridKilla, gravedigger nigga, comin up out my trench. rest in peace, and runnin from the holice, jumpin that barbed-wire fence. hittin the pavement dazed, the gauge was blazin. gotta watch whePo-po raisin up upon me. turn around and faced em. pump, pump and fade em, now (fade em now, fade em now).
