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Bone Thugs-N-Harmony

Down For My Thang

  hip-hop  rap  gangsta rap  hip hop  rnb
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Текст песни Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Down For My Thang

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[Layzie]Creepin` up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hoodSmoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come upNiggas be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their deathNow they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt upCreepin` `til sun up, feelin` slightly shadyCall me lightweight crazy, number one nigga little LayzieNigga don`t wanna fightrunnin` deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin` them thangsBone done told ya. Testin` nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show yaFaded a nigga that stepped up. Let`s slip in some shitSee `em alls just stood up then put a foot up that asshad to blast that click-clickSprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pavePuttin` them souls up off in them gravesdwell in Hell, they`ll all lay slayedAmazed, must I blaze. It`s insane when I take that bud to the brainToke, choke, holdin` me smoke until-a me strained, feelin` no painBetter be packin` your weapon, `cause my shit is kept And I`m ready to let loose sawed-off hangin`danglin` up under the trench, fin to blow that chestBut you shoulda wore a vest, fool, `cause the Bone don`t frontNigga check or get wreckedGot Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TECLoc`d out with the khakis and high techsRespect them St. Clair thugs hustlin` drugs, gotta make that money, manRap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap gameBang, bang, gotta get down for my thangBone be me gang[Flesh]We runnin` with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that`s known for gettin` his swerve on and kickin` it on the stage(Off in the rag), gettin` my serve onSo, leave `em alone. They comeThey need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blownLay slugs up in to them domes, so go onYou`d rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with FleshI`m feelin` to lynch ya, mo murdaYou`re runnin` up eye to eye with deathPraise the Flesh, now nevertheless you`re takin` a lossand this slug snuffed up, and dumpin` the body up off in a coffinRemember the vow said a preacher, me teach `em(winnin`/greetin`) `em with me nine, runnin` with thugs And hustlas and murderin` `em every timeBang, bang, gotta get down for my thangBone be me gang[Bizzy]Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeperreapin` up that set with a street-sweeperGotta take a breather from sippin` me literRippin` that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaverWhen I`m in me smug, never the studio thugstaBuck `em. Buck `em. Motherfuck `emThug never done bluff and fuck them bustasSo back up off me. No stack won`t let me slipWhen a nigga start to step, the weapon, put `em in the graveyardBitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the RipstaQuick to pick up the hollow points and put `em up in your brains, niggaMy little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fastGet up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stashMe can killa for free for homies and familyTell `em to see me, that realer nigga, the Ripsta, put `em in riversIt don`t stop. Drop P`s to the SCT`s and double glock. Pop. PopHere`s the slug from the twelve gauge thugYou don`t want fuck with, no buck with, Rip`s breakin` `em bustasBlood, me fillin` `em ? me murder. I show no mercyTurn your back, clack back me gat, diggin` `em in the dirt, see[Krayzie]Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked upThey never could fuck with me sawed-off pumpBitch, if I`m flippin` or load my clip in, nigga, y`all all fuckedGotta make my money, slippin` me pump in my trench, and then click itNow, nigga, it`s rippin`, steady clippin`, not missin`, thuggin` with me clickAnd now Leatherface takin` your life so ya best stay backTossin` the rest in a coffin, `cause niggas be runnin` up, talkin` trashBuck a guard while walkin` past. Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangsAnd I claim and hang with Ts, niggas that make cheese for the green leavesGotta give peace, `cause they swang these. Come, nigga, meet my hood And fulla nothin` but thugs and hustlas: Sin never been no bustaHe`ll stuff and buck-buck `em and dump `em, bitchNigga, muthafuck `em, Krayzie don`t love `em, put `em to rest and runSo the po-po don`t catch up--nigga can`t be arrestedOne M-11 me sendin` niggas to hell, and you`re feelin` 187Eleven dwellin` better from the cell, and nigga that pick up MossbergThe quicker you to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. PolicemanThat`s all you heardBang, bang, gotta get down for my thangBone be me gangBang, bang, bang, bang

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