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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Down Foe My Thang

 

Down Foe My Thang

(albüm: Creepin On Ah Come Up - 1994)


[Layzie]
Creeping up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood
Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a 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
Creeping 'til sun up, feeling slightly shady
Call me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little Layzie
Nigga don't wanna fight
running deadly thugsta soldiers, dropping them thangs
Bone done told ya. Testing nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show ya
Faded a nigga that stepped up. Let's slip in some shit
See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass
had to blast that click-click
Sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave
Putting them souls up off in them graves
dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed
Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain
Toke, choke, holding me smoke until-a me strained, feeling no pain
Better be packing your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept
And I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hanging
dangling up under the trench, fin to blow that chest
But you shoulda wore a vest, fool, 'cause the Bone don't front
Nigga check or get wrecked
Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC
Loc'd out with the khakis and high techs
Respect them St. Clair thugs hustling drugs, gotta make that money, man
Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang

[Flesh]
We running with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's
known for getting his swerve on and kicking it on the stage
(Off in the rag), getting 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
You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh
I'm feeling to lynch ya, mo murda
You're running up eye to eye with death
Praise the Flesh, now nevertheless you're taking a loss
and this slug snuffed up, and dumping the body up off in a coffin
Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em
(winnin'/greetin') 'em with me nine, running with thugs
And hustlas and murdering 'em every time

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang

[Bizzy]
Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper
reaping up that set with a street-sweeper
Gotta take a breather from sipping me liter
Ripping that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver
When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta
Buck 'em. Buck 'em. Motherfuck 'em
Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas
So back up off me. No stack won't let me slip
When a nigga start to step, the weapon, put 'em in the graveyard
Bitch, 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 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 don't stop. Drop P's to the SCT's and double glock. Pop. Pop
Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug
You don't want fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breaking 'em bustas
Blood, me filling 'em ? me murder. I show no mercy
Turn your back, clack back me gat, digging 'em in the dirt, see

[Krayzie]
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch, if I'm flipping or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked
Gotta make my money, slipping me pump in my trench, and then click it
Now, nigga, it's ripping, steady clipping, not missing, thugging with me click
And now Leatherface taking your life so ya best stay back
Tossing the rest in a coffin, 'cause niggas be running up, talking trash
Buck a guard while walking past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs
And I claim and hang with Ts, niggas that make cheese for the green leaves
Gotta give peace, 'cause they swang these. Come, nigga, meet my hood
And fulla nothing but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no busta
He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch
Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run
So the po-po don't catch up--nigga can't be arrested
One M-11 me sending niggas to hell, and you're feeling 187
Eleven dwelling better from the cell, and nigga that pick up Mossberg
The quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman
That's all you heard

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang
Bang, bang, bang, bang

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