Bitch, we get live. Bone thugs-n-harmony, nigga--Cleveland's thuggish ruggish niggas still down with the thug shit. Buck, buck, bust. Let 'em know we still run this bitch just like an assassin. Say, nigga, we nice but can get nasty. Get into war, what else can it be? Nigga, you know what we came here for. You know, when we shot through the door, my niggas was serious, playin no jokes. Just 'cause I'm a rapper, you thought it's for show? Okay nigga let's see if this a real fo'-fo'. You thought we was studio, saw us on video, seen us in person so here we go [here we go].
What is your problem? Here come the bullets, better dodge 'em. I sneaks up behind, so I'm fuckin' with killas. Nigga, don't make me kill ya. Got a bodybag for any you bitches thinkin' you realer. Wish: Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll. Niggas out tryin' to fuck with us, but I'm givin' you one warnin'--that's a no-no.
Nigga, bye bye. Shots might be fired. Everybody gon' run? Shootin' at me? Better hit me or one day. Here I come, come.
And you don't wanna see. We like that [that], 'cause everybody pack guns, but Bone go pap pap. Really just out for the money, ya'll. Really won't hurt none of y'all, but playas went too far so I say, "Fuck y'all. Fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters. All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters. Flesh-n-Bone: I'm servin' these bitches daily. I'm a black nigga killa--that's what you can label me. Unfadable, see? You don't really wanna fuck with us. You can't touch us. You ain't able. Rest in peace.
Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. Niggas don't ever know what hit 'em. I split 'em and snatch they soul like the Reaper. Have you ever seen a killer, dressed in a trench coat, sold over a hundred pounds? Rollin', downin' a fifth of Rose when I stroll, and who wanna fuck with me now? Lay 'em all down when I creep through your town and clown. I bet you feela this nigga behind the trigger, clack back. Stack, that black nigga killa.
Layzie: ['Cause dyin' be easy. Rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'. Aw, shit. Just to let you know, man, that for realer. We black nigga killas and down to ride for E [E]. He'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: N. A, nigga B-O-N-E. All around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like troops. Lace your boots, be ready to shoot, 'cause if you ain't then a bullet might hit you. Picture yourself in a coffin--so stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde.
In the hood, don't press your luck Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up. Compartilhar no Facebook Compartilhar no Twitter.
Why We Thugs Ice Cube. In the hood, don't press your luck Cause these motherfuckers will set you up, word up [Chorus] [Outro] Every hood's the same [3X] Every hood's the same [2X] Stop trippin on it Every hood's the same [3X] Every hood's the same [2X].
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