[Layzie Bone]
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East ninteen ninety nine my niggas....
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Thinkin' bout back in the days when the year was '89
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Little nigga on da grind
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Gotta get mine doing my crime,
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Wid two in here,
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Steady stackin' my ends
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Puttin' my serve down on the Claire 9-9,
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Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift wid real
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Little Will Big Wally and Wish Bone
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Little Wally high rollerz and he wonda why niggas so strong
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Krayzie Bone, stack right check much love
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Kept ah nigga on his toes in the game
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It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang,
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Gotta make ya grandas each daily man
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Them Cleveland hustlaz neva no bustaz thug to the heart
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We niggas from the land fool, and the old school,
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Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
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Fuckin' wid Trues rest in peace
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My little nigga Ripster stress that Bone luv
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Smokin' on bud, cause ah nigga Mo Thug
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Callin' up my niggas when it's time to nut up
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In the 9-9 niggas gon' drop to the number 1 wid ya gun so run run
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Cleveland is the city where ah nigga come from
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Slangin' them dum dum dum dums
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[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
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Niggas it's going down, up in the C-Town
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Get 'em up wid the thug and the nigga wid the bud, got the fifth rose,
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For the niggas that close hit 'em up wid the forty reasons
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Nigga roll up the buddah,
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Smoke it all up nigga don't stiff on the reefer
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Mo runnin' up outta the club wid this
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Plus I got hydro and this shit is creeper creeper
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Strip as you hear the double glock glock
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Widda me rocks cocked sweatin' me bad,
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Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop glock top
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Hit the body and the bullshit stop
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Wheneva them troublin' us,
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Where the po-po niggas roll solo split up and swerve
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Krayzie take caution,
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Take out my llelo and tossed it
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Send 'em in the road to the curb
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Running, ducking, jumping,
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Up in the land my niggas is craaazy,
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Me slangin' wid nuff 'n me bang on the block
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And nigga this daaaily,
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Who the nigga wid the 12-guage (Pump)
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Mr.Sawed-Off Leatherface so you betta pray
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Eternally thugsta,
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East nine-teen nine-ty nine
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[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
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Gotta give peace to the SCTs
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And the one big thug on the glock,
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Pump blast fa the cash
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Then I mashin wid gas gotta dash away from the cops
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Not lettin' no pause
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Steadily flippin' up rows
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Rippin' up flesh wid six dogs
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That's that thugsta yes I pump slugs
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And I be dripping 'em off in thugstas
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Fuck them po-po, all ah dem bodies we burn, burn
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And I guess that hood'll neva learn
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Got it dipped both in hoes and sherm
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When I'm on ah mission for my set-ty
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Pick up my niggas be peelin' out wid me
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Roll up me window me wind blow fuck up my indo
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I'm an enemy, even up the barrels of me 12-guage
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I empty, me scan-dalous niggas are pon de loose
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But it's no fuckin' wid the family
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Now feel it nigga understand me
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Much love much bud for them St.Claire thugs
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East nineteen ninety nine is where ya find me
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Slangin' them mutha-fuckin' drugs.
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[Verse 4: Flesh N Bone]
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Dun dun leavin' the niggas to cock it pop widda me gun
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They know that me noddin' they head off
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And I gots to have me fun
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Leaving 'em hung, breakin' fakin'
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You studio gangsta bitch trick
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Niggas'll get beat
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I'm handlin' the shit
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And I split in the midst of the darkness,
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Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be runnin' a hoe check
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Betta check ya Rolex,
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Ya timed now fa givin' up respect
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Ta them S-C-Ts from C-L-E the scandalous niggas that dwell
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Hell offa the forscythe and bail,
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Leavin' ah trail ah the boody victims
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The fifth dog maulin' and maulin' neva them catch me slippin'
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As if and if and they find
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They may give me time instead ah me trippin'
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We flippin' the scripts on ova
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See the Bone ah be neva sober
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Niggas told ya triggas showed ya
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East nine nine nine five soldiers
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[Verse 5: Wish Bone]
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Wanna run red rum try to run and get away
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But it's just to laaaate,
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Watch out buckshots when I come buck buck
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Betta guard that fuckin' face
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Dumpin' them slugs on you fools
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Rollin' wid me Trues, drinkin' brews,
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Don't start no shit we come equipped
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So niggas stay cool, one eighty seven,
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You think that you going to heaven,
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Put slugs all up in that chest
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East 1999
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