Gun Blast - Album Version (Explicit) Lyrics
| Song | Gun Blast - Album Version (Explicit) |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | Strength and Loyalty |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| 作词 : Fyffe, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| -Krayzie- | |
| YEAA | |
| Better back up off me/ nigga never no softY/ boy I'll stop your heartbeat | |
| While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me/ in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep | |
| F**kin with these thugs/ thinkin ya'll don't bleed blood | |
| Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva/ A mothaf**kin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them niggas that you got wit ya | |
| I'm collected and quiet/ but surpise nigga i get LIVE | |
| jumpin out of that BUCKET dumpIN/ fittin to show these niggas a little somethin | |
| Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don't test mine to the redline/ but like my MO Thug niggas they BOSS show EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE | |
| Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to/ and a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk's funk pew | |
| I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang/ if you's a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain | |
| DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain't you don got into some shit/ with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click | |
| -chorus-(Krayzie) | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f**kin em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD F**KIN em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f**kin em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f**kin em uo with me gun gun blast | |
| -Layzie- | |
| Undercover man, how you want it man/ Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand | |
| I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man/ that'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man, they did somethin man | |
| Niggas talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain't around/ talkin like a nigga stole they style BUT when a nigga show up these niggas bow down | |
| Pound for pound from the shoulders nigga I'm the coldest little soldier/ BIG NIGGAS OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you niggas believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta | |
| In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock/ corner to corner this thing on lock yea it's hot on this block | |
| Nigga got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain't Nick Cannon/ nigga got M-11s SR-15s and i plan to let niggas have it | |
| F**k this rappin, if it come down to it nigga disrespectin what's happnin/ my family my money my thugs myself my nigga i'm flat out blastin | |
| Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin if I'm ever forced to bring the action/ ima ride down i'm pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin | |
| Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy nigga 06/ fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don't mix | |
| -chorus- | |
| -Wish- | |
| I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?/ take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it | |
| Never met a sucka nigga runnin with a thugga, not in the game/ nigga runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range | |
| Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne/ BET YOU won't leave the same way you came | |
| We soldiers tight put up your stripes we'll rip them off slash somebody back with a attitude that right/ I'm sick with the money spent on bullet proof nigga fight fight | |
| Handle that, nigga handle that give back to the music f**k that f**k that/ reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back | |
| See now the game was soft so we back/ hit em in the head with a relapse | |
| Younger than most of you niggas so what? you die you die if i decide/ then we ride | |
| If it's on you rock a bye bye/ thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine | |
| Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime/ it really don't matter get high up in the daylight | |
| Thuggstas no fools we know the rules/ don't get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won't like how i give it to ya | |
| -chorus- |
| zuo ci : Fyffe, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Krayzie | |
| YEAA | |
| Better back up off me nigga never no softY boy I' ll stop your heartbeat | |
| While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep | |
| F kin with these thugs thinkin ya' ll don' t bleed blood | |
| Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva A mothaf kin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them niggas that you got wit ya | |
| I' m collected and quiet but surpise nigga i get LIVE | |
| jumpin out of that BUCKET dumpIN fittin to show these niggas a little somethin | |
| Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don' t test mine to the redline but like my MO Thug niggas they BOSS show EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE | |
| Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to and a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk' s funk pew | |
| I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang if you' s a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain | |
| DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain' t you don got into some shit with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click | |
| chorus Krayzie | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f kin em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD F KIN em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f kin em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f kin em uo with me gun gun blast | |
| Layzie | |
| Undercover man, how you want it man Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand | |
| I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man that' ll stop you in the tracks when I' m dumpin man, they did somethin man | |
| Niggas talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain' t around talkin like a nigga stole they style BUT when a nigga show up these niggas bow down | |
| Pound for pound from the shoulders nigga I' m the coldest little soldier BIG NIGGAS OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you niggas believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta | |
| In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock corner to corner this thing on lock yea it' s hot on this block | |
| Nigga got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain' t Nick Cannon nigga got M11s SR15s and i plan to let niggas have it | |
| F k this rappin, if it come down to it nigga disrespectin what' s happnin my family my money my thugs myself my nigga i' m flat out blastin | |
| Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin if I' m ever forced to bring the action ima ride down i' m pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin | |
| Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy nigga 06 fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don' t mix | |
| chorus | |
| Wish | |
| I' m a hundred proof, want a taste? take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it | |
| Never met a sucka nigga runnin with a thugga, not in the game nigga runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range | |
| Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne BET YOU won' t leave the same way you came | |
| We soldiers tight put up your stripes we' ll rip them off slash somebody back with a attitude that right I' m sick with the money spent on bullet proof nigga fight fight | |
| Handle that, nigga handle that give back to the music f k that f k that reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back | |
| See now the game was soft so we back hit em in the head with a relapse | |
| Younger than most of you niggas so what? you die you die if i decide then we ride | |
| If it' s on you rock a bye bye thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine | |
| Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime it really don' t matter get high up in the daylight | |
| Thuggstas no fools we know the rules don' t get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won' t like how i give it to ya | |
| chorus |
| zuò cí : Fyffe, Henderson, Howse ... | |
| Krayzie | |
| YEAA | |
| Better back up off me nigga never no softY boy I' ll stop your heartbeat | |
| While you out in the street yellin out what you fittin to do to me in the middle of your speech ima sweep you off your feet, to sleep | |
| F kin with these thugs thinkin ya' ll don' t bleed blood | |
| Ima make you a believa pop pop, what you receiva A mothaf kin bullet from my automatic pistol, hit you him too, and all the rest of them niggas that you got wit ya | |
| I' m collected and quiet but surpise nigga i get LIVE | |
| jumpin out of that BUCKET dumpIN fittin to show these niggas a little somethin | |
| Reppin shit for bone thugs, nigga don' t test mine to the redline but like my MO Thug niggas they BOSS show EM THE GUNLINE, GUNLINE | |
| Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to and a nigga gon be on your ass like skunk' s funk pew | |
| I grab my dick let my nuts swang from my thang if you' s a anybody killa nigga, let the bullets rain | |
| DONT BE PULLIN MY STRINGS cause if you ain' t you don got into some shit with the thuggish, ruggish bloody murda click | |
| chorus Krayzie | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f kin em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD F KIN em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f kin em up with me gun gun blast | |
| PUMPIN THIS LEAD f kin em uo with me gun gun blast | |
| Layzie | |
| Undercover man, how you want it man Ima fool on the loose with a gun in hand | |
| I got a sure shot aim for the runnin man that' ll stop you in the tracks when I' m dumpin man, they did somethin man | |
| Niggas talk real loud words fly out they mouth when you ain' t around talkin like a nigga stole they style BUT when a nigga show up these niggas bow down | |
| Pound for pound from the shoulders nigga I' m the coldest little soldier BIG NIGGAS OR IF ITS A CLIQUE OF you niggas believe i got somethin for ya, in the holsta | |
| In the bushes cocked, up on the porch i got a gauge and glock corner to corner this thing on lock yea it' s hot on this block | |
| Nigga got everything short a cannons wild n out but i ain' t Nick Cannon nigga got M11s SR15s and i plan to let niggas have it | |
| F k this rappin, if it come down to it nigga disrespectin what' s happnin my family my money my thugs myself my nigga i' m flat out blastin | |
| Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin if I' m ever forced to bring the action ima ride down i' m pistol packin we can definetly get it crackin | |
| Old fashioned like the wild west Ghetto Cowboy nigga 06 fake niggas and real niggas in the real world just don' t mix | |
| chorus | |
| Wish | |
| I' m a hundred proof, want a taste? take it to the head or the face wrong place you can do it | |
| Never met a sucka nigga runnin with a thugga, not in the game nigga runnin with a thuggish ruggish in my range | |
| Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne BET YOU won' t leave the same way you came | |
| We soldiers tight put up your stripes we' ll rip them off slash somebody back with a attitude that right I' m sick with the money spent on bullet proof nigga fight fight | |
| Handle that, nigga handle that give back to the music f k that f k that reach back throw back everybody in the car gotta lean back | |
| See now the game was soft so we back hit em in the head with a relapse | |
| Younger than most of you niggas so what? you die you die if i decide then we ride | |
| If it' s on you rock a bye bye thuggstas straight up warned you will, obey mine | |
| Oh we will ride yes we ride in the nightime it really don' t matter get high up in the daylight | |
| Thuggstas no fools we know the rules don' t get too close with the attitude, do, cause ooo won' t like how i give it to ya | |
| chorus |
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