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作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony ... |
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Don't *****s don't wanna start *******t |
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Buck, buck to the bang |
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Sendin' bullets to the brain, *****, yeah |
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A ***** that always at my city with me |
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Now, who was that ***** they put in the plastic? |
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***** that thought he could bang |
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That *****'s stuck, that *****'s blasted |
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They got my man from the |
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LandNever ran, |
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I step with deadly men |
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If ya come a little bit closer, |
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I can turn you into sand |
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Now follow me, now roll, stroll down to |
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ClevelandWe thuggin', we theivin', we put it in deep |
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And the blood is seepin', got *****s in alleys |
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***** *****s in badges, we say bang |
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Eighty-eight through the ten-five(And Clair) |
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St. Clair ain't *******t to ***** with |
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Pumpin', Krayzie be bumpin', dumpin' the bloody body |
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Me never knew one that could flow with the tongue |
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We comin' to shoot up your posse |
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My *****s-they comin' up out the woods to get the goods |
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Krayzie be thug, and die, that's from comin' up in my hood(Want to) |
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We killas, get a gat, pap, pap, clack back me gun |
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Bust one, they done, |
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Cleveland is where we from |
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Hearts-thugs have none |
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High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off |
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There's really no place to run |
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*****s get vicious with my click' |
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Cause even the ******* carry guns |
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High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off |
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There's really no place to run |
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*****s get vicious with my click' |
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Cause even the ******* carry guns |
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Soon as I hit the scene, [unverified] |
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Feelin' for a pistol but |
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I didn't have no gun |
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Come with original thugsta *******t |
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I be flippin' it with me tongue |
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*****, Cleveland is the city where we come from |
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And I show them hoes up outta the |
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ClairThat thugs don't run from none |
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Follow rip one, now, on and on |
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Them definitely got me back |
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And I'm throwin' up |
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St. Clair thugsta *****s |
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With or without my gat |
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Forever be ready to pull out me |
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Murder tools |
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East 99 style, fools |
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Me put it in mind on murderin' you |
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Followin' whenever me murderous trues |
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*****s that claim to bang, bang |
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When it comes to slang thangs, they do |
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They know they cannot buck me |
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One of 'em sure to slug me |
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But they hope the thug |
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I be, Bizzy |
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Better let 'em him be or they'll see |
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*****, hangin', swangin', never to miss |
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The Biz is me |
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High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off |
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There's really no place to run |
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*****s get vicious with my click' |
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Cause even the ******* carry guns |
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High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off |
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There's really no place to run |
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*****s get vicious with my click' |
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Cause even the ******* carry guns |
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Livin' in the land of the heartless |
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With a sawed-off pump, shootin' craps |
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Hand on my strap, roll thick, 'cause they jack |
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Runnin' up on the |
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Bone, you needin' to be pap, pap |
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Soldier thugs be pumpin' them slugs |
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Defendin' they drugs, when they roll up |
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*****s be creepin' up slow |
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Heavy packed with they gats |
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And try to pull a hold up but *****, now hold on |
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Wanna test the |
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Bone? The gauge is shown |
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Any is mind blown, |
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Lookin' down the barrel |
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Of this mau*****erg chrome to the dome |
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Bone, clack back me gauge in a rage |
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Copper take these here rocks, double glock |
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My pistols be pumpin' and buckin' out shots whenever |
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The trouble knocks, steadily hittin', me clean up |
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Get lit up for ready your soul to burn |
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And I blow your *******t up, get 'em on the get up' |
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Cause *****s must learn, yearnin' to earn cheese |
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Ready to die, so *****s can't take these |
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Wantin' to clock |
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G's, want to move keys |
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Not takin' a loss on my green leaves, please |
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East nine nine, crime finds mine |
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Strayin' on this road to hell |
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And prison walls, testin' ***** |
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For the cause, gotta get that sale |
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And bailin', kickin' up mud, rollin' |
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I get with my thugs |
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Rippin' apart *******t, so *****, don't start *******t' |
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Cause we kill in the |
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Land of the |
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Heartless, |
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DieHigh techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off |
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There's really no place to run |
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*****s get vicious with my click' |
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Cause even the ******* carry guns |
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High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off |
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There's really no place to run |
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*****s get vicious with my click' |
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Cause even the ******* carry guns |
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High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off |
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There's really no place to run |
|
*****s get vicious with my click' |
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Cause even the ******* carry guns |
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High techs and khakis when jackin', sawed-off |
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There's really no place to run |
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*****s get vicious with my click' |
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Cause even the ******* carry guns |