(feat. Shatasha Williams)
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[Intro]
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We're not against rap
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We're not against rappers
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But we are against those thugs (thugs thugs)
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[Shatasha Williams]
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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]
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[Layzie Bone]
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Your feelin' the strength of the rump
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Step up, hear the funk of the jump that the thugstas feel
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Just be thuggin, straight buzzin, lovin yo peoples cause we so real
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Chill, better bring yo weapon, when steppin
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Bring on that ammunition, trippin' on sip
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Not to mention, never knew no competition
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But i gotta get mine, so scream out, mo, and let me hear ya holla
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Not about that mighty dollar
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Roll with the bone, mo' thugs will follow
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Chain gang, remains the same
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Flamin my dank and drinkin brew
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Thinkin about hangin, clockin my bank, and thuggin trues, foo's
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[Shatasha Williams]
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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]
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[Wish Bone]
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Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas
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You know me as a hustla
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Try to creep and get beat, maybe six feet, peep, gotta put them under
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Straight jackets, gotta make that money, man
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It's still the same now, bailin in my black trench vest
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You gotta be down to bang bang
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Come and get this teachin, ya soldiers how thugstas must slack
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Me drinkin me brew till me skull crack, when we on our way back
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[Shatasha Williams]
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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]
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[Krayzie Bone]
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Now follow me now, roll, stroll off deep in the land
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Well, creep if you can, take another swig to the brain (whoa)
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Loc'in, steady chokin off that potent smoke
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and runnin from the po-po now
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Gotta get up with my thugstas, right turn to the double glock
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Pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas
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Puff, puff puff to the brain shot
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Love P.O.D.ed and tweeded, gotta get another case for my trunk
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Old English, really don't need it, but in case my trues wanna get drunk
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They pump bone, so leave 'em alone
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You don't wanna get shut down
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Thug runnin the nine-quad,
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and you better beleive they be wantin this thug style
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So what now? see the bone thug claim,
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thug never gonna change, so flame up
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Sit back and just smoke the same cut,
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Leatherface on the creep, I came up
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[Shatasha Williams]
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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x4]
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[Bizzy Bone]
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Gotta give it on up to the glock glock
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Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow
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The bone in me never no ho, so no creepin up outta the ziplock
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So sin, sip gin, and lil' mo heart run up, nut up
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And flipped in, than slipped the clip in, mistakin' the bloody victims
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Ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put em to rest
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And, but I won't test bucks, put a hole up into me vest
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And gotta get through my soul,
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but they won't budge, mud, drug me victim
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The blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck in me
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Keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin with thugs so
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To the temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish T's
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St. Claire P's to appeal to the G's
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And a buck to all my enemies
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[Shatasha Williams]
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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x5]
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We got Layzie and
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We got Krayzie
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Bizzy's in the house
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Wish is in the house
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And Flesh
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And Tasha
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Cleveland's definiteley in the house
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It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone [x6]
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Thuggish Ruggish Bone
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