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Текст песни BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY - East 1999

Layzie East 1999 my niggas!Think about back in the days when the year was '89. Little nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the Clair 9-9. Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real, Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why niggas so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod J--much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the heartbeat of niggas from the Land fool, and the old school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. Fuckin' with trues. Rest In Peace, little nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love. Smokin' on bud, 'cause a nigga Mo Thug callin' all my niggas when it's time to nut 'em. In the 9-9, haters gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where a nigga come from, slangin' them dum-dums.KrayzieNiggas it's goin' down, up in the C-Town. Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that nigga with the bud (bud). Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty. Raise up, nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Nigga, don't stiff on the reefer. Mo! runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks. Cops sweatin' me block. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve. Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none when they roll to the curb. Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land. My niggas, it's crazy. We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my nigga, that's daily. Who the nigga with the twelve gauge? [Pump.] It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray. Eternally thugsta. East 1999 where We Roll with the devil.( )BizzyGotta give P's to them SCT's! and I roll, big thug on the Glock. Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose. Rippin' up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Fuck them po-po. Lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn. And I guess that hood'll never learn. Gotta dip both them ones in sherm. When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin' out with me. Roll up the window. The wind blow, fuckin' my indo, why that hittin' me? Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin', no fuckin' with the family. Now feel a nigga, understand me. Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs. East 99 is where you find me slangin' me muthafuckin' drugs. FleshDone-done, leavin' the niggas stunned, cock & pop with-ah-me gun. They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung. Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta bitch! Trick niggas they get picked. I'm hittin' the shit, and I split in the midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect to them SCT's from C-L-E. We're scandalous niggas that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail leavin' the trail of the bloody victims. The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'. And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and nigga me dyin', and steadily trippin'. We flippin' the scripts on over. See the Bone'll be never sober. Niggas told you, triggers showed you. East 9-9. Five soldiers. WishMurder one, redrum! Try to run and get away, but it's just too late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that fuckin' face! Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool. Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews. Don't start no shit. We come equipped, so niggas, stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'. Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'. Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves.Wish [Layzie & Krayzie]Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run. [run] [*4][East 99] East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine [*8]

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