| Song | Crazy by the Flesh |
| Artist | Flesh 'n' Bone |
| Album | T.H.U.G.S.: Trues Humbly United Gatherin' Souls |
| 作曲 : Howse, Weldon | |
| Chorus： | |
| (the flesh, the flesh) | |
| [flesh-n-bone] | |
| Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide | |
| Deep in your mental, flesh'll get you mesmerized | |
| Must i force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the flesh | |
| And it be test or tried, even if they (gonna fight) | |
| And the afta maff, when i'm on, go on home | |
| It ain't shit, thought you knew me 'til i made it know | |
| Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown | |
| Contend with the fifth dog, | |
| Never could anyone check how i'm servin' for the c-l-e | |
| Get took to the streets, and the thugsta down on the st. clair | |
| Hit up ya s-c-t, when i'm hangin', swangin' with the g's | |
| Give each other peace, pass around my fifth of rum | |
| Everybody talkin' shit and steady reminiscin' on back in the days | |
| How we used to roll bankroll fold | |
| Nigga makin' his money, daily double | |
| It's the reason why you're countin' stacks | |
| If a psycho ?; gonna break lose | |
| Nigga test, and come rippin' through the tracks | |
| They packin' a gat, and you're not just in case of a jack | |
| If you didn't you done, snatched | |
| In a little while no daylight, won't be fun | |
| No wonder if you slippin', you hung | |
| Some run, tryin' to get away | |
| Say can't escape from a thugsta trailer | |
| So many victims, had to leave 'em (smellin') for yellin' | |
| I kill 'em and hop in the smug | |
| Start bailin' back on the strip by twelve | |
| Might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up | |
| Tryin' to raid off my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation | |
| Just thought he would straight up try to set up the mission that me on | |
| Chorus | |
| [flesh-n-bone] | |
| Hold still, bitch | |
| If you slippin', you bet he's gon' chalkin' 'til the reaper stalkin' | |
| Sneak up, caught a nigga flossin' | |
| Drop the money, jewels, keys ? please | |
| Be and you all tossed in a coffin, takin' a loss and i'm the ? me often | |
| Never needin' more time, wastin' | |
| Makin' good in it for the love of mo' money, man | |
| Bang no' brains, take it you should've listened to us, down up for my thang | |
| Insane through the flesh reign, and niggas ain't up on my level | |
| Devil took the niggas that battered me, stayed in the grave | |
| Gravedigger be snatch my shovel, and all the dirt, it ain't no worse | |
| And i curse only person they done with the click so murda no' hurt | |
| Niggas comin' gunnin', ? bullets all to spit your shit, quick, your slain | |
| Bang, muthafuckas on top of the hits | |
| We done hittin' 'em for hire, gettin' the job done right every time | |
| Some nigga want to get his contract expired | |
| Never get tried of buckin' | |
| Niggas keep on testin' | |
| They killed and really makin' my day, clench with an a.k., baby, don't play | |
| Wanna fuck with my pay? | |
| I gotta go blow his ass away | |
| He tried to fade me | |
| That niggas #1 flip artist, one of the hardest thugs in the land | |
| Bringin' you the shit if you lookin' to start it | |
| And i'm a finish any problem, solve it | |
| If you gonna cause it, you'll be taken care of | |
| And i know that you're scared that my niggas'll hunt you down | |
| 'round, ready, round... | |
| Chorus | |
| [flesh-n-bone] | |
| Better clear up the way up, my warpath, | |
| Now the madman done blasted up out of the cycle war | |
| So they labeled me 5150 | |
| You wanna fuck with me? | |
| Better pray to my lord | |
| I'm gonna tortune, body run, scorch | |
| Not one of my enemies gonna survive | |
| Died in the holocaust, caught in destruction | |
| Buck 'em all, fried alive, takin my time | |
| Lookin' 'til i find and hide away sneak attack on after midnight | |
| Gettin' high, wait until the clock strikes sound | |
| Never no light in sight | |
| Get 'em up and lie down | |
| Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers | |
| Then i'm a take 'em into the darkness | |
| ?, leave alone when they roll hime in the heartless | |
| It's wicked by farthest, fuck with it | |
| We are mo thugs | |
| Packin' two glocks for the war | |
| And it's on with mighty, mighty, warrior soldiers | |
| No love for the bustas, keep in playa hatin' | |
| Study, then bite our style | |
| Always down with the army | |
| We stand alone | |
| Bone thugs-n-harmony takin' muthafuckas out | |
| When they get too foul in the mouth | |
| Check many niggas with a slug in they chest | |
| The they lay in a puddle of blood | |
| When they layin' to rest, that's for fuckin' with flesh | |
| Even if a nigga put on a vest, then i might aim for their dome | |
| Gotta get 'em dead for sure | |
| So don't try to play when the people get slayed away | |
| Eternally flesh here to let ya'll know | |
| Chorus |
| zuò qǔ : Howse, Weldon | |
| Chorus: | |
| the flesh, the flesh | |
| fleshnbone | |
| Slowly, slowly, seep inside you, open up wide | |
| Deep in your mental, flesh' ll get you mesmerized | |
| Must i force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the flesh | |
| And it be test or tried, even if they gonna fight | |
| And the afta maff, when i' m on, go on home | |
| It ain' t shit, thought you knew me ' til i made it know | |
| Nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown | |
| Contend with the fifth dog, | |
| Never could anyone check how i' m servin' for the cle | |
| Get took to the streets, and the thugsta down on the st. clair | |
| Hit up ya sct, when i' m hangin', swangin' with the g' s | |
| Give each other peace, pass around my fifth of rum | |
| Everybody talkin' shit and steady reminiscin' on back in the days | |
| How we used to roll bankroll fold | |
| Nigga makin' his money, daily double | |
| It' s the reason why you' re countin' stacks | |
| If a psycho ? gonna break lose | |
| Nigga test, and come rippin' through the tracks | |
| They packin' a gat, and you' re not just in case of a jack | |
| If you didn' t you done, snatched | |
| In a little while no daylight, won' t be fun | |
| No wonder if you slippin', you hung | |
| Some run, tryin' to get away | |
| Say can' t escape from a thugsta trailer | |
| So many victims, had to leave ' em smellin' for yellin' | |
| I kill ' em and hop in the smug | |
| Start bailin' back on the strip by twelve | |
| Might as well, set up shop ' til them coppers come up | |
| Tryin' to raid off my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation | |
| Just thought he would straight up try to set up the mission that me on | |
| Chorus | |
| fleshnbone | |
| Hold still, bitch | |
| If you slippin', you bet he' s gon' chalkin' ' til the reaper stalkin' | |
| Sneak up, caught a nigga flossin' | |
| Drop the money, jewels, keys ? please | |
| Be and you all tossed in a coffin, takin' a loss and i' m the ? me often | |
| Never needin' more time, wastin' | |
| Makin' good in it for the love of mo' money, man | |
| Bang no' brains, take it you should' ve listened to us, down up for my thang | |
| Insane through the flesh reign, and niggas ain' t up on my level | |
| Devil took the niggas that battered me, stayed in the grave | |
| Gravedigger be snatch my shovel, and all the dirt, it ain' t no worse | |
| And i curse only person they done with the click so murda no' hurt | |
| Niggas comin' gunnin', ? bullets all to spit your shit, quick, your slain | |
| Bang, muthafuckas on top of the hits | |
| We done hittin' ' em for hire, gettin' the job done right every time | |
| Some nigga want to get his contract expired | |
| Never get tried of buckin' | |
| Niggas keep on testin' | |
| They killed and really makin' my day, clench with an a. k., baby, don' t play | |
| Wanna fuck with my pay? | |
| I gotta go blow his ass away | |
| He tried to fade me | |
| That niggas 1 flip artist, one of the hardest thugs in the land | |
| Bringin' you the shit if you lookin' to start it | |
| And i' m a finish any problem, solve it | |
| If you gonna cause it, you' ll be taken care of | |
| And i know that you' re scared that my niggas' ll hunt you down | |
| ' round, ready, round... | |
| Chorus | |
| fleshnbone | |
| Better clear up the way up, my warpath, | |
| Now the madman done blasted up out of the cycle war | |
| So they labeled me 5150 | |
| You wanna fuck with me? | |
| Better pray to my lord | |
| I' m gonna tortune, body run, scorch | |
| Not one of my enemies gonna survive | |
| Died in the holocaust, caught in destruction | |
| Buck ' em all, fried alive, takin my time | |
| Lookin' ' til i find and hide away sneak attack on after midnight | |
| Gettin' high, wait until the clock strikes sound | |
| Never no light in sight | |
| Get ' em up and lie down | |
| Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers | |
| Then i' m a take ' em into the darkness | |
| ?, leave alone when they roll hime in the heartless | |
| It' s wicked by farthest, fuck with it | |
| We are mo thugs | |
| Packin' two glocks for the war | |
| And it' s on with mighty, mighty, warrior soldiers | |
| No love for the bustas, keep in playa hatin' | |
| Study, then bite our style | |
| Always down with the army | |
| We stand alone | |
| Bone thugsnharmony takin' muthafuckas out | |
| When they get too foul in the mouth | |
| Check many niggas with a slug in they chest | |
| The they lay in a puddle of blood | |
| When they layin' to rest, that' s for fuckin' with flesh | |
| Even if a nigga put on a vest, then i might aim for their dome | |
| Gotta get ' em dead for sure | |
| So don' t try to play when the people get slayed away | |
| Eternally flesh here to let ya' ll know | |
| Chorus |