Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up
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So to all you bustas out there, beware
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Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves
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[Krayzie]
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Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich
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Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, bitch, gimme your shit
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Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug
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Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud
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With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack
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And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag
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ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside
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And I can't escape, some say it's a phase
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If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge
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It's a raid. Put your face to pave
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If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed
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Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe
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I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said
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"Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe
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if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit
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And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell"
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Trail to the back with the money in the sack
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Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail
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Well, tickets I'm out the door
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hopped in the smug, and I break fast
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Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash
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At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth
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Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks
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Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool
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I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'
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Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya
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See, a nigga creep on a come up
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Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves.
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[Layzie]
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See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down
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steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid
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Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder
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That'll get a nigga locked the cage
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Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause
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What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit
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But a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store
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Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown
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'cause tonight's the night
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Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face
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so a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight
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Stole two cars, and I parked one north
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Parked one east for the smooth switch
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When a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a
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nigga don't dwell in the same shit?
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Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene
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And there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down
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Looked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rocl
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Now I jump my ass in. Start to fillin' up the bag
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And a nigga comin' up on these diamonds
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Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings
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And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining
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Went to the cash register, broke the bitch open
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Grabbed all the money they had
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And a nigga gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah
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Got to let my niggas check out my bag
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And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the shit planned
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And ain't no bullshit get brung up
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That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid
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'cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up
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Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves
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[Bizzy]
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Downin' Jamacian spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang bang
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Nigga that's the click on my brain, ? another victim insane
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Feel the murderous nerve
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this twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me
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Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis
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Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me cock this
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Nigga must've been meant to be jacked, 'cause here comes me hostage
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Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, shoulda seen her tremble
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Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms
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It's just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried 'em
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Don't gimme no hassle, bitch, 'cause I've been scopin' for weeks
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and I know y'all got some shit
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Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'
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Ladies and babies scream onto the floor
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("Shut up and listen!") It's a jack move, fools
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Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese
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and answer me: why and you ho
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Creepin On Ah Come Up
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| Bone Thugs N Harmony |
