Bnk Lyrics
| Song | Bnk |
| Artist | Bone Thugs-N-Harmony |
| Album | The Collection Volume 1 |
| Download | Image LRC TXT |
| Eazy-e featuring bone thugs-n-harmony | |
| Eazy-e： | |
| Black ****** killa, killa, killa, killa | |
| Eazy-e: | |
| Black ****** killa. hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through the punk's back. raisin' cain, feel no pain as i penetrate. ****** five deep as i strike at a quick pace. | |
| T the evil of my dead ****** trapped in my mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind. born to kill, i'm wicked by nature, 'cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. a 30.06 | |
| The scope i make a skinhead brain bust all across the west coast. mutha******as catchin' heat as i bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber. the evil in my blood is possessed, so i | |
| Low from the back slow and push lead through that ******'s flesh. ain't no hope when every ****** wants to be the nine-milla, on the trigger, the black ****** killa. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| We be the mighty warrior. black ****** killa, what's up? you ready to die? you think you can ****** with them thug ******s? come on, tell me the truth, ******. look in my eyes. *******, we get liv | |
| One thugs-n-harmony, ******--cleveland's thuggish ruggish ******s still down with the thug *******t. buck, buck, bust. let 'em know we still run this ******* just like an assassin. say, ******, we nic | |
| Can get nasty. get into war, what else can it be? ******, you know what we came here for. you know, when we shot through the door, my ******s was serious, playin no jokes. just 'cause i'm a r | |
| , you thought it's for show? okay ****** 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 c | |
| He bullets, better dodge 'em. i sneaks up behind, so i'm ******' with killas. ******, don't make me kill ya. got a bodybag for any you ******* thinkin' you realer. | |
| Wish: | |
| Since, we some killers for sure [sure], hit 'em up, hit 'em hard, if you ready to roll. ******s out tryin' to ****** with us, but i'm givin' you one warnin'--that's a no-no. 'cause i got what you | |
| If you are ready to die, to die, to die. ******, bye bye. shots might be fired. yep. everybody gon' run? naw. shootin' at me? better hit me or one day . fire! here i come, come. and you | |
| 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, &qu | |
| Ck y'all. ****** y'all, y'all, y'all haters. all, y'all, y'all, y'all haters." | |
| Eazy-e: | |
| Black ****** killa, killa, killa, killa. | |
| Flesh-n-bone: | |
| I'm servin' these ******* daily. i'm a black ****** killa--that's what you can label me. unfadable, see? you don't really wanna ****** with us. you can't touch us. you ain't able. rest in pea | |
| Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. ******s 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 | |
| A hundred pounds? rollin', downin' a fifth of rose when i stroll, and who wanna ****** with me now? lay 'em all down when i creep through your town and clown. i bet you feela this ****** behind t | |
| Igger, clack back. stack, that black ****** killa. | |
| Layzie: | |
| ['cause dyin' be easy.] ******, you know what bone be sayin'. rollin' with big guns, ain't no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'. aw, *******t. just to let you know, man, that 187 f | |
| Aler. we black ****** killas and down to ride for e [e]. he'd a ride for me, and that's the way it's gon' be: n.w.a, ****** b-o-n-e. all around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like t | |
| . 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. better scatter, dodge 'fore this | |
| T lodged in your ass, simply for the cash. been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places. aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis. gimme my space, *******t, show m | |
| E love, though. just pump your fist in the air and holler, "mo!" could you do me that? and i'll hit you back. little ****** just wanna know where my thugs at. some at the track on | |
| Ack. oh, yes, some ******s on corner 'r | |
| Ound sellin that crack. some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my ******s' at home playin' bone. could they rest in peace? my ******s sleep. makaveli, biggie smalls, and eazy-e. t-rock got | |
| [t-rock got shot]. lord bless his city [bless his city] thats why [why i] shoot, shoot 'em up. shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up. shoot, shoot 'em up. shoot 'em up, always [******], always. that's | |
| Shoot 'em up. | |
| Eazy-e: | |
| Black ******, killa, killa, killa, killa. |
| Eazye featuring bone thugsnharmony | |
| Eazye: | |
| Black killa, killa, killa, killa | |
| Eazye: | |
| Black killa. hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through the punk' s back. raisin' cain, feel no pain as i penetrate. five deep as i strike at a quick pace. | |
| T the evil of my dead trapped in my mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind. born to kill, i' m wicked by nature, ' cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. a 30. 06 | |
| The scope i make a skinhead brain bust all across the west coast. mutha as catchin' heat as i bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber. the evil in my blood is possessed, so i | |
| Low from the back slow and push lead through that ' s flesh. ain' t no hope when every wants to be the ninemilla, on the trigger, the black killa. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| We be the mighty warrior. black killa, what' s up? you ready to die? you think you can with them thug s? come on, tell me the truth, . look in my eyes. , we get liv | |
| One thugsnharmony, cleveland' s thuggish ruggish s still down with the thug t. buck, buck, bust. let ' em know we still run this just like an assassin. say, , we nic | |
| Can get nasty. get into war, what else can it be? , you know what we came here for. you know, when we shot through the door, my s was serious, playin no jokes. just ' cause i' m a r | |
| , you thought it' s for show? okay 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 c | |
| He bullets, better dodge ' em. i sneaks up behind, so i' m ' with killas. , don' t make me kill ya. got a bodybag for any you thinkin' you realer. | |
| Wish: | |
| Since, we some killers for sure sure, hit ' em up, hit ' em hard, if you ready to roll. s out tryin' to with us, but i' m givin' you one warnin' that' s a nono. ' cause i got what you | |
| If you are ready to die, to die, to die. , bye bye. shots might be fired. yep. everybody gon' run? naw. shootin' at me? better hit me or one day . fire! here i come, come. and you | |
| 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, qu | |
| Ck y' all. y' all, y' all, y' all haters. all, y' all, y' all, y' all haters." | |
| Eazye: | |
| Black killa, killa, killa, killa. | |
| Fleshnbone: | |
| I' m servin' these daily. i' m a black killathat' s what you can label me. unfadable, see? you don' t really wanna with us. you can' t touch us. you ain' t able. rest in pea | |
| Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. s 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 | |
| A hundred pounds? rollin', downin' a fifth of rose when i stroll, and who wanna with me now? lay ' em all down when i creep through your town and clown. i bet you feela this behind t | |
| Igger, clack back. stack, that black killa. | |
| Layzie: | |
| ' cause dyin' be easy. , you know what bone be sayin'. rollin' with big guns, ain' t no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'. aw, t. just to let you know, man, that 187 f | |
| Aler. we black killas and down to ride for e e. he' d a ride for me, and that' s the way it' s gon' be: n. w. a, bone. all around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like t | |
| . lace your boots, be ready to shoot, ' cause if you ain' t then a bullet might hit you. picture yourself in a coffinso stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde. better scatter, dodge ' fore this | |
| T lodged in your ass, simply for the cash. been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places. aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis. gimme my space, t, show m | |
| E love, though. just pump your fist in the air and holler, " mo!" could you do me that? and i' ll hit you back. little just wanna know where my thugs at. some at the track on | |
| Ack. oh, yes, some s on corner ' r | |
| Ound sellin that crack. some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my s' at home playin' bone. could they rest in peace? my s sleep. makaveli, biggie smalls, and eazye. trock got | |
| trock got shot. lord bless his city bless his city thats why why i shoot, shoot ' em up. shoot ' em up, shoot ' em up. shoot, shoot ' em up. shoot ' em up, always , always. that' s | |
| Shoot ' em up. | |
| Eazye: | |
| Black , killa, killa, killa, killa. |
| Eazye featuring bone thugsnharmony | |
| Eazye: | |
| Black killa, killa, killa, killa | |
| Eazye: | |
| Black killa. hate brought death around the block as a hollow point bust through the punk' s back. raisin' cain, feel no pain as i penetrate. five deep as i strike at a quick pace. | |
| T the evil of my dead trapped in my mind so my soul is a threat to all mankind. born to kill, i' m wicked by nature, ' cause the streets of my neighborhood breed young hellraisers. a 30. 06 | |
| The scope i make a skinhead brain bust all across the west coast. mutha as catchin' heat as i bring anger, and release more danger from my chamber. the evil in my blood is possessed, so i | |
| Low from the back slow and push lead through that ' s flesh. ain' t no hope when every wants to be the ninemilla, on the trigger, the black killa. | |
| Krayzie: | |
| We be the mighty warrior. black killa, what' s up? you ready to die? you think you can with them thug s? come on, tell me the truth, . look in my eyes. , we get liv | |
| One thugsnharmony, cleveland' s thuggish ruggish s still down with the thug t. buck, buck, bust. let ' em know we still run this just like an assassin. say, , we nic | |
| Can get nasty. get into war, what else can it be? , you know what we came here for. you know, when we shot through the door, my s was serious, playin no jokes. just ' cause i' m a r | |
| , you thought it' s for show? okay 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 c | |
| He bullets, better dodge ' em. i sneaks up behind, so i' m ' with killas. , don' t make me kill ya. got a bodybag for any you thinkin' you realer. | |
| Wish: | |
| Since, we some killers for sure sure, hit ' em up, hit ' em hard, if you ready to roll. s out tryin' to with us, but i' m givin' you one warnin' that' s a nono. ' cause i got what you | |
| If you are ready to die, to die, to die. , bye bye. shots might be fired. yep. everybody gon' run? naw. shootin' at me? better hit me or one day . fire! here i come, come. and you | |
| 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, qu | |
| Ck y' all. y' all, y' all, y' all haters. all, y' all, y' all, y' all haters." | |
| Eazye: | |
| Black killa, killa, killa, killa. | |
| Fleshnbone: | |
| I' m servin' these daily. i' m a black killathat' s what you can label me. unfadable, see? you don' t really wanna with us. you can' t touch us. you ain' t able. rest in pea | |
| Flesh creep and sneak with a streetsweeper. s 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 | |
| A hundred pounds? rollin', downin' a fifth of rose when i stroll, and who wanna with me now? lay ' em all down when i creep through your town and clown. i bet you feela this behind t | |
| Igger, clack back. stack, that black killa. | |
| Layzie: | |
| ' cause dyin' be easy. , you know what bone be sayin'. rollin' with big guns, ain' t no playin', stayin' down for the murda mo', slayin'. aw, t. just to let you know, man, that 187 f | |
| Aler. we black killas and down to ride for e e. he' d a ride for me, and that' s the way it' s gon' be: n. w. a, bone. all around the world, most dangerous groups, marchin' like t | |
| . lace your boots, be ready to shoot, ' cause if you ain' t then a bullet might hit you. picture yourself in a coffinso stiff and cold, full of formaldehyde. better scatter, dodge ' fore this | |
| T lodged in your ass, simply for the cash. been around the world, seen so many faces and so many places. aced this game, while they try to erase this daily basis. gimme my space, t, show m | |
| E love, though. just pump your fist in the air and holler, " mo!" could you do me that? and i' ll hit you back. little just wanna know where my thugs at. some at the track on | |
| Ack. oh, yes, some s on corner ' r | |
| Ound sellin that crack. some of my thugs grave long gone, lot of my s' at home playin' bone. could they rest in peace? my s sleep. makaveli, biggie smalls, and eazye. trock got | |
| trock got shot. lord bless his city bless his city thats why why i shoot, shoot ' em up. shoot ' em up, shoot ' em up. shoot, shoot ' em up. shoot ' em up, always , always. that' s | |
| Shoot ' em up. | |
| Eazye: | |
| Black , killa, killa, killa, killa. |
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