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Текст песни Bone Thugs N Harmony - East 1999

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Layzie:
East Nineteen ninety-nine, my niggas . . .
Think about back in the days when the year was eighty-nine. Little
nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin` my crime with (two

in here), steady stackin` my ends, put my serve down on the Clair,
Nine-nine. Hittin` up the Graveyard Shift with Will, Lil Will,

Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder
why niggas so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack right, take
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, lil` 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 nine nine, niggas gonna drop
to
the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where
a nigga come from, slangin` them dum-dums.

Krayzie:
Niggas it`s goin` down, up in the C-Town, get `em up with the
thugs [thugs], and that nigga with the bud [bud]. Get the fifth
of
Rose, but the liquor store closed, and I`m all out the forty.
Blaze up, nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Nigga,
don`t
stiff on the reefer. Bone 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 a me rocks. Cops sweatin` me
by. 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 Krayzie. 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.] Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face, so
ya better pray. Eternally thugsta. East Nineteen
Ninety-nine, we roll for the devil.

Bizzy:
Gotta give P`s to them SCTs and (I roll thick), 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. Bloody they bodies they burn, burn. And I guess that
hood`ll never learn. Gotta dip (both in ones and) sherm. When
I `m on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin` out with

me. Roll up the window, me wind blow, fuck with my indo (and
that in a 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 Ninety-nine
is where you find us, slangin` me muthafuckin` drugs.

Flesh:
Done, done, leavin` the niggas stunned, cockin` pop with a me
gun. The lead`ll be letting they head off, and I gots to have
(?).
Leavin` `em hung, breakin` fakin` your studio-gangsta bitch,
trick. Niggas that get picked. I`m hittin` the shit, and I split
in the
midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes, Flesh,
me runnin` a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now

for givin` up respect to them SCTs from C-L-E. We`re scandalous
nigga that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail, leavin`
the
trail of the bloody victims. The fifth dog maulin` `em all, and
never them catch me slippin`. And sippin` a fifth of the wine,
and
niggas be dyin`, and steadily trippin`. We flippin` the scripts
on over, see the Bone`ll be never saw, but niggas told ya, triggers

showed ya. East nine-nine, five soldiers.

Wish:
Murder one, redrum, try to run and get away, but it`s just to
late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck, buck, better
guard that fuckin` face. Dumpin` them slugs on ya, 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, and hell
is
where you`ll be dwellin`. Pop in them clips, and them bodies
me dumpin`, watchin` ya fall to the pave with me nine-milli
pumpin`. Puttin` them bodies all off in them graves.

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run.
East [ninety-nine] Nineteen Ninety, -ninety-nine, -nine, -nine, -nine.

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