Bone Thugs-n-harmony / E. 1999 Eternal / Die Die Die


Shut up nigga...Shut the fuck up nigga
Here they come...Here they come
Here they come nigga...Duck down nigga duck down

there they are

Shit..come on nigga come on
nigga run for it nigga make..

Freeze motherfucker!

Shit...

I'm lil' ripsta, im...

Leather face comin' to kill them at night

Die Die Die

so we buck them studio thugstas I'm...

willing and ready to ride

I pop pop droppin' them niggas with the glock gun

Nigga, you best start run, duckin' the shotgun
leavin' 'em up off my block stunned

One eighty seven lesson and we done told ya

you fuckin' with Bone
you better believe we livin' like soldiers

We lovin' that thugsta shit so nigga just throw your pumps in the air

Then you pump pump put one in a coppa like ya just don't care

You don't wanna fuck with you don't wanna buck with a realer nigga

Better check my manuscript
drugdealer, killa, cabbage peeler
Thug with Lil' Ripsta number one with the gun come come get some

Senseless killa Fifth Dog and posse run get gone
Fuck with the Bone four niggas strong leave 'em alone til' it be on

Krayzie put on one in your dome
and nigga be thinkin' I'm wrong so go on
Cause nigga the sawed-off ain't full of shit

Me lovin' to smoke tweed and me weed man

They givin' me what me need man when I light my blunt
fold the niggas up in me hood so when we smoke smoke smoke
get paid good so we gonna blaze good

So come to The Land where all the thugs be real

Them St. Claire niggas they ain't no joke
so catch a slug or chill nigga

Lie down with your hands behind your back

Naw bitch you lie your funky ass on the ground..now

This seemingly routine investigation
had become a horrible nightmare..

Running with gats and bats
so nigga don't test rest or you get a peeled cap

pap pap that pump better check that gun
for a nigga done get that skull cracked

Lil' Rip done rolled up
the bigger the nigga the quicker get showed up

Let's swerve to the birds set up a hold up
so many bodies me blowed up

Nuts bucks and guts nigga mistakin' them balls for dogs

All niggas'll get mauled no thing to pick up a pump
and people know ya and never hold ya especially when them rolls up

Bet I bringin' in them guns run a thug get low down

You don't wanna get nutted cause' nigga you gonna get bloody
once you see the braids and skully
Cuttin' that throat when I'm rippin' up somethin' lovely

What is it in ya? deep in the dead when we get fried

POD when I comes to ride
Creep but you sleep and then fall in the night
once inside forgettin' about remorse your curse will ride

cry now when you're ready to lie down

when I'm weak in a mental state
Somebody gonna die now

meanwhile swerve to the burbs

Man he just all of a sudden just jumped out of a window

I didn't know what was goin' on I'm just walkin' by

Just got a bottle of wine..

I was just walkin' by
and all I seen was him jump when that lady yelled

And that was it.
I don't know?

Well I saw his wife begging him
and she said "don't jump" and he did

Did you know the guy?

He sure had a problem
That's all I could tell ya

All I seen was them put the lady in a police car
and take her
I guess it was his wife


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