| Bizzy Bone And Layzie Bone - Back In The Day. + Lyrics. |
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Thanks BTNHboard.
Releasing on another album "Bone Thugs" not
"Bone Brothers 4 Life".. So there are 2
albums coming out by Bizzy And Layzie.
Layzie 1st Verse:
Yeah, I remember back in the day,
When we was creepin on a come up,
We was tryna get paid,
Before a n-gg- really gave my age,
We was walkin' with the trench on, totin'
that gage,
Hi tech boots on, blue khaki suits on,
Bailing threw the smoke, tryna serve them
rocks,
Got a pocket full of stones like UGK,
Little dude getting money up on the block,
Running from the cop car, never really got
far,
Except for the time when they tried to knock
sparks out....
My ass......
If it didn't kill myself, how long would it
last?
Movin' so quick, shit,
Looking through the hitlist,
East nine nine where we go back, get fit,
Bone Thugs,
N-gg-s didn't want none then cuz they already
know how them thug boys kicked it,
Twist it sick when we was drunk and high,
Little bitty n-gg-s that love to fight,
If something went down that didnt rub me
right,
Still to this day, somebody gon' die,
Bullets gon' fly,
My word is my honor,
Around my way, you gotta walk the walk,
On some real talk, have you outlined in
challk,
All i gotta say is it aint my fault,
Can't be balled,
Takin' no loss,
Still to this day, i'm the bill collecta,
Come wrong to the bone and i gots to check
ya,
Automatic weapon is my selection,
Don't need protection, we'll f-ck you up,
Big Buck is my n-gg-, don't press ya luck,
And yall still aint ready to f-ck with us,
Cuz in thugs we trust and we mean it.
Bizzy Bone-
...Out my mind...
I can't open the fix to the mainframe again,
Bang, bang gotta get down for my thang,
Chain gang stuck in a rut ready to buck
and...
Pretty simple, but we never give 'em bomb
drugs,
7 is the symbol for the sign and the time
climbs fast,
Gimme ripple with a cup, and the dime in a
bag,
And a swisha for my n-gg- in the middle of it
can he get to flippin with the bald head?
(long hair)
It's on here (it's on here...),
All yeah man, ima call here (call here),
It's on year round, yeah 'round here,
Gone with the wind and never comin' again.
Then cheer,
Give it on up, give it away, (kids...)
Listen to the words i say,
Pray, like every day,
The only way, i can focus through the pocus
everyday people play,
Run and put the money in a ziplock bag,
Up and away, better bring yo ass,
Too many jokes, I smoke...
Too many smokes, I know...
Too many locs that I smash my glass,
Drop in the set like Aftermath,
Slim Shade, lemonade in a tight squeeze,
brass
balls, look at the close calls, i toast ya
dawg, because i know ya dawg...
Even when i know you're wrong,
And i told the world all about that hatred,
Look at this...
False prophets, they hate little bizzy,
And you know i'm in the matrix, better watch
that, sissy,
lonely homie, cold and phony, ascended,
splendid, spend it shorty, slowly
i'm more holy than homie and Jesus knows
it....
Layzie Last Verse:
How many more times to i got to tell ya?
I'm all about success, don't f-ck with
failures,
N-gg-s is jealous and too over zealous,
Don't come in my face and don't talk to my
fellas,
We hellish, rebellious, and definitely
straight,
Sound like we come from a heavenly place,
These are the braves, don't make no mistake,
Cuz little Lay aint got time to waste,
Ima praise the truth, and ima raise the roof,
Cuz this sh-t here is mine,
I done been around the block about a thousand
times,
And I done been around the world at least a
couple times,
My rhymes double time,
I hit em with the rhythm,
When we hit em with the rhythm like we hit em
way back in the day...
Yall n-gg-s gon' pay, yall n-gg-s gon'
say....
You can hear the Bone sound, all the R&B,
Just listen to the radio, yall'l see,
Anything go down thats regarding me,
Ima tell em off the rip what the song could
be,
Or the target be...
Money straight to your dome,
I'm tellng you now, just acknowledge the
Bone,
I'm sitting at home and I polish the chrome,
Ready to bring it on.....
I handle my business,
Can i get a witness,
N-gg-s' just wanna be me,
Not Mike, but little Stevie,
I'm the one thats making it look so easy,
Eazy-E, Tell me can you feel me,
The best there is, the best there was,
The best there ever will be, you'll see...
props to murray7010 over at BTNHboard...
Tags : Bizzy Bone Layzie Thugs Harmony Brothers BTNH Board Krayzie Wish Flesh |
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Affichage : 29995
Durée : 321 s |
| Layzie Bone - #1 Assassin |
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[Bone]
Stop, everybody, what's that sound?
AK-47, so ya better hit the ground
Stop, everybody, what's that sound?
AK-47, so get the fuck down!
[Layzie]
Well it's the #1 Assassin
Provin' a point to many people
Some claim to be assassins
But to Bone there is no equal
And Bone will stand alone
And buck down any other sucka
Me quick to pull me gun
And straight up kill that muthafucka
You never can know when Bone'll ?
Commit the one eighty-seven
'Cause all I can see is cockin'
The nine and sendin' you straight to Heaven
You're dead on the dot, so fuck a blood clot
You know I'm expectin' to win this
So give 'em up, chump. I beatin' you down
To survive, survival of the fittest
No one can last. I'm beatin' your ass
I'm quicker to blast. I'm keepin'
The cash including the stash
So I will be killing you quick in a flash,
come down
And it's a shame how I will kill without
hesitation
Me load me clip, me fingers slip
Now that's the assassination
So pick up the body and tie it to bricks
Go dump it in the river
I'm letting you know that Bone is no ho
You never catch me shiver
So, don't try to trip, you're getting a blast
Some shit that's everlasting
You had a run-in, and now you're done-in by
the #1 Assassin
[Chorus]
[Layzie]
Now see me hypin' 'em up and strikin' 'em
Keepin 'them doper than the rest
'Cause Layzie Bone is an assassin
Puttin' a bullet to your chest
You're caught. Me watch ya bleed
Now you may say that me sick
If you a bitch, me slap you down
And fuck you up with the dick
Because the villainous killer
I'm chillin' now with your girl on me dick,
uh
The slimmer the nigga the quicker
The trigger unloads on your shit
'Cause I be hype when I'm on the set
Squeezin' the trigger, then me break
It's murder she wrote, the reason me broke
So please don't test me fate
Layzie Bone will pull me gun, don't consider
it strange
That reggae man who's on the scene
With the mind that's deranged, uh
The shit that me be doin' is like far beyond
the usual
Rockin the mic or takin' a life
I still kick funky musical
Bone will grab a bitch and bone
That bitch till she bleeds, uh
The weapon is kept in up in me pants
Me givin' her what she needs
For y'all niggas on me dick
Me will be buck buck buck buck blastin'
'Cause Layzie Bone is the #1 Assassin
[Chorus]
[Layzie]
Now Layzie Bone is comin' again
Me smokin' them niggas like dope
And when me load me clip it's like (imitates
gun noise)
Me swift you slit your tongue, me lickin' a
lyrics when me drunk
Buck you down with me handgun, then me goin'
In me trunk for me pump for that *******
copper always on me dick
So me forced to grab the pump and let the
fucker go click
So me peelin' off his cap 'cause I'm not down
for goin' to prison
Me poprrring the clip, 'cause it's a bullet
that me give 'em
Me poprrr his head to keep him dead to keep
'em off me back
Me set it off, count the money in stacks
'cause Bone is here to attack
Me stumbled around, me fumbled around, to
keep it at a flow
Me kickin' ass. You feel me blast from me
forty-fo
But don't you fuck with me 'cause Tony Tone
got me back
And Krayzie Bone is steppin' in with the
ultimate jackin'
With the AK-47, Wish is buck buck buck buck
blastin'
'Cause Layzie Bone is the #1 Assassin
Tags : bone enterprise thugs krayzie layzie bizzy wish flesh mo poetic hustlaz graveyard shift lyrics #1 assassin |
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Affichage : 382
Durée : 212 s |
| layzie bone & bizzy bone - str8 ridaz |
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Layzie Bone-Intro-
Ya, we vibin...What??! This is, another Self
Entertainment Production. Bone Thugs, ya. Hey
Moo that's that nigga right there dawg,
that's the same nigga that was talkin shit at
the club dawg. (I'ma straight riduh)
-Layzie Bone-
(Watch out) Twenty nine and ya I'm prime and
baby gettin down with the best of them/ You
thought I would slip and fall, end up like
the rest of them/ That's what you expect from
them, never the Thugs nigga this Bone/ Whoop
him like he stole somethin, I'ma beat him
like I'm Roy Jones/ And I thought I told you
"Life is quick and fast.", better get up and
get the cash, get the mask, niggas be lettin
this simple pass/ Number 1 is up for grabs,
I'ma be the victor mayne/ Strong arm, take
this shit, like I was the Pita mayne/
Bulldoze against the grain, I always been a
rebel dawg/ Kickin ass, takin names on a
whole notha level dawg/ Raw since a teenager,
mobile phones and style pagers/ Brought up in
the projects, now we ballin skyscrapers/ H-2s
and Escalades, customized, special made/
Hollywood to Broadway, check it dawg, we
gettin paid/ And naw I ain't about to change,
I'ma just continue grindin/ Bills paid,
babies eatin, record sales steadily climbin
-Bizzy Bone-Chorus-
Ride or die...ain't nothin wrong, I'm ready
to get the battle on/ Ride or die...waitin
for war, waitin for warfare...yea
-Krayzie Bone-
A nigga got a flow that's so sick, my shit is
in critical condition/ And if there's a cure
for this, I don't need a vixon/ Gimme the
blunt and let me split that shit, I hit that
shit/ We ain't smokin, rollin no pennies, we
blow big fat spliff/ My nigga, just sit back
with me/ It's the Thugs, that's runnin this
motherfucker so bitch answer to us, we them
mans, we the ones/ We started this thuggish
ruggish to rough and rugged shit/ Weed
smokin, heat tokin fuck wit me killa, fuck a
bitch/ I must admit, these niggas, they
caught on quick/ Balls is gettin pretty
jealous cause they all on dick/ Battle you
wanna ride? Man I'll battle you with a nine!
Millimeter heater, start to breathin and stop
the bleedin/ Thug leader, straight out of
Cleveland, just released to the streets/
Paper chasins, playa hatas get put six feet
underneath, what a creep/ So don't be fuckin
with Krayzie I come through blazin with my
Leathaface and Sawed-Off, serve a niggas raw
dawg
-Chorus-
-Bizzy Bone-
Resurrection of a radical, none of these
rappers compatible/ Ready for combat,
fanatical tragedies never tattle, automatic
guns rattlin/ Moppin up blood stains,
grievance/ And I done seen about everything
in the world with Jesus/ I been through
armageddon, underboss one disciple/ Tear it
up and start if all over/ Let me re-write the
Bible/ My shits maniacal, drink Henny until I
spit up bile/ Livin this crazy life, la vida
loca/ Banging that Coca-Cola, boppin that
Motorola Souljah, this shit is (?)in bullets
are whistlin bitch/ I am the master of my
destiny/ Never know Delialo, or know
Gezabell, my sister say "Don't let them
broads, stress me." I need the silence of the
spirits, I am the lamb/ These niggas gone
hate it, corrupt it again (Mm)/ It's the
religions of Abraham, wether I'm Muslim,
Baptist, Catholic, or Jewish leave with the
Christians/ This is Thug Life, nigga (My
nigga..my...)
-Chorus-
Tags : Bone Thugs Harmony |
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Affichage : 1127
Durée : 233 s |
| layzie bone & bizzy bone - complicated |
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-Intro-Bizzy-
Layzie Bone, Bizzy Bone, featuring The
Outlawz. Forever Young.
-Chorus-
(Why you got to go and make things so
complicated?) Just rock with me, baby/
Instead of walkin' around, come cool with me/
Instead of havin' your doubts, come rock with
me, baby so...
-Kastro-
All of your life all she wanted to be was
somebody with a college degree/ So up and
down that you ain't need me/ I used to tell
you all the time that it ain't easy/ Puppy
love's what we had in the past, now you a
lady and you full of pizazz'/ You tell me
that I'm crazy and my life won't last/ I'm
gettin' cash comin' out my ass/ I got game, I
can't change/ I swear, all I love is family
and beer (Beer)/ Most niggas' square, but my
mind ain't designed to care (That's right
nigga)
-E.D.I. Amin-
Now, you can move slow, or you can shake it
fast/ It don't matter, girl, go on and bounce
your ass/ See, I'm a boss playa, just like my
big homies/ Addicted to money, weed with the
cig on it/ Now, you ain't a dime piece
(Nope), but you's a strong lady/ Your ass is
think, lookin' sweet like a prom date/ But I
ain't the prom king, bitch, I'm the prom
fiend/ E.D.I the crunk king, c'mon do your
thing
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-
I'm a thug and he a thug, be showin' love to
the Thug Brothers/ In the streets or in the
club we some cool motherfuckers/ Come and
kick it with me, shorty, we tryna get to know
you/ Don't need anything 'cause my clique is
wide; We bonafied soldiers/ Dance floor is
where I met her/ Sean Paul was in the
speakers, twistin' the hips and doin that
reggae shit/ Damn, I wanted to freak her/ But
instead I played it mellow, like "How you
doing? Hello" (What's up, girl?) If you ain't
got no fellow, let me take you to that other
level/ And she was with it, with it; I'm
talkin' about off the hinges/ Grey Goose and
Hennessy/ This bitch was Dennis Menace/
Pullin' my sleeve, and I'm like "Damn, baby
hold on. You fuckin' up the Phat Farm suit,
bitch roll on" You complicate my pimpin'
hand, can't you see, I'm a simple man
(L-Burna)/ You fuck around and wear a brick
from the Timberland's, situation went fine/
Baby, way passed faded, so... silly
motherfuckers
-Chorus-
-Layzie Bone-Outro-
Now, I got game, mo' game/ Sit back and watch
the movie, let it play/ We hear the same ol'
shit everyday/ Get high and watch the paper
stack
Yeah, Bone Thugs. Yeah, Outlawz. Uh,
Deenucka. Self Service Entertainment. Deuce
Double-O 4. Thug niggas. Don't give these
bitches the time of day when they around here
actin' up and actin' like they don't know the
motherfuckin' program. Bitch, beat it. We not
on that bullshit. This' real thug shit, real
soldiers. Respect us like that 'cause we will
smack the shit out' you. Ha ha,
motherfuckers. Yeah, yeah. Layzie Bone,
ya'll.
Tags : Bone Thugs Harmony |
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Affichage : 978
Durée : 211 s |
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