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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Ganksta Attitude

 

Ganksta Attitude

(album: Faces Of Death - 1993)


[Krayzie]
Yeah, Bone Enterpri$e in tha muthafuckin house, nigga!
Yo, y'all muthafucka's that didn't think we was coming out
Check this shit out: I got my nigga Layzie Bone in the muthafucking house
Bizzy Bone in the muthafucking house, Wish Bone
And the muthafucking bomb is in the muthafucking house
We gonna do a little something like this...

Yeah...Now Krayzie Bone has got the gun
So let's proceed with lyching, yo
My uzi weighs a ton
So now you know what I'm bitching, ho
The weapon is kept in inside the trunk of the 9-ball
Put triggers on niggas
In rivers, that's where they find y'all
So drop to your knees
That's the position, assume it bitch
You slip and you're soon to get
Fucked up by a lunatic
Decide to pack a gat
Well that's the way I prefer
Your forty-four might do damage
But see my streetsweeper's much worse
My shotguns are cocked
Make sure you're staying in line
Me twenty two is no fun
So let me play with me nine
I'm steppin'with the Enterpri$e
My only army brigade, and if I drop
Then I just throw this like a hand-grenade

[Bizzy]
You see no pistol's in the holster
Watch the dot's on your forehead
I'm gunning while you're runnin
And there's plenty of bloodshed
There's no sympathy over killin
I already warned you
You crossed the path of a maniac
So now you're a goner
Don't ever step up in my face
'Cause stupid bitch, you'll get served
Get on my dick, and stop stepping
I'm startin to loose all my nerve
Your thirty-eights, your forty-fives
Ain't doing shit to me
Punk, 'cause once you're disabled
Believe you're gonna get stomped
'Cause you ain't nothing but a ho, and of course
I hope you get smoked. I put a gauge to your throat
And it is murder Bizz wrote
See, I'm unloading while you're folding on your niggas
The usual, doublecross me
And I'll bet that I'll be laughing at your funeral

[Layzie]
Now, see, I'm robbing and killing and stealing
Making a dope-dealing, that's what I do daily
'Cause Layzie gotta make a living
And I don't give a damn
I take your life for what you got
If you got what I want, then you gonna straight-up get shot
A bullet to your forehead, there be a couple more, bitch
Yeah, I perp like I'm your nigga just to get your ass misled
That's when I rolled up in your house and take your shit away
Thought you had a friend, but I'm a nigga getting paid
Real swift, here's a gift, comin'at you is a bullet
The psychopathic nigga on the trigger, they gotta pull it
And I ain't never had no gratitude
Layzie Bone be crazy killing with a ganksta attitude
Buck, The Enterpri$e is breaking 'em down
Me breaking 'em down, man
Bump the Enterpri$e is breaking 'em down
Me breaking 'em down, man
Me breaking down, me breaking down
Me breaking down, man
Wish Bone, come down, man

[Wish]
Now we hitting niggas up, and we ain't coming cheap
You wanna jump? Feel froggish, muthafucka, leap
We getting drunk, start shit, drinking sixty-four's
I brought a liter. Where's your posse?
Smack your fucking ho. I got your bitch on my dick
Because I'm here for my cap down
When stepping through C-Town
You better be strapped down
The bigger my trigger
The deader your nigga is found on your doorstep
So how do you figure that you'll be the one
To unload in my fucking chest
So when you catch me stepping
I got the weapon that is kept in on my hip and
Why you trip and find your clip
And tell your bitch to suck my dick
Wish Bone'll pop that ass quick, fool
Don't try to fuck with this ganksta attitude

Buck, me breaking 'em down
Once again me breaking 'em down
Krayzie Bone, come break 'em down
Krayzie Bone come break ya down

[Krayzie]
I'm stepping in my hood at night
and I'm low up on cash
So gimme everything you got
'cause Bone assult your ass
Oh, so you wanna play hero, sucka?
Fuck that shit. Die, muthafucka
Never showing favoritism when I'm blasting
When I grab my gun
I play the role of an assassin
The K to the R to the A to the Y
To the Z to the I to the E
And stepping with Layzie Bone
Also the B-I-double Z's up in the house
So come prepared
I ain't talking with rides
I'm talking about with hand grenades
Pistols, uzis, and nines
So get the shit loaded up
You better be quick when you're ducking out
I'm standing there smiling
When I watch ya duck from the buckshots

[Bizzy]
I got some unfinsihed business
So won't ya's come up with me
K, bring the P-U-M-P
Lay, bring the G-A-G-E
'Cause there's this gang all down the way
We gotta put 'em in check
'Cause that O.G. was talking shit
I'm gonna blow his brain off his neck
We get up in the smug and start to ride kinda slow
And now we're in their territory
So we let all our triggers go
Twenty niggas drop to the sound of that auto gun
I seen that O.G. getting up as he began to run
I grab my nine; it's time them niggas took a loss
Put on my mask, and turn the fucking lights off
See, speeded up, right beside, and he knew he was hit
The last words that he heard was, "Rest in Peace, bitch"

[Layzie]
Layzie Bone is the gangsta
And now you know it's my occupation
The jackin's in progress; it's a critical operation
The object is murder
I'm the number one assassin, it's Layzie Bone
I'll put your ass up in a casket, bitch
Be aware when I'm stepping with the Enterpri$e
The money, we banking
'Cause we them criminals organized
You'll take what you got, and give a shot
And so watch me pick 'em
I hunt up a sucka, and then unload on my victim
It's like, [gunshot]
To his legs, [gunshots]
To his chest, another shot in the face
The nigga's put to rest
Yeah, like I said
I'm never acting like a nice dude
We got them what?
Them ganksta attitudes. Nigga

[Series of gunshots]
Unit two requesting four additional units for shots fired (fired, fired)

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