"CRAZY BY THE FLESH"
FLESH-N-BONE
Made crazy by the, ah, Flesh. [flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh.]
[the Flesh, the Flesh.]
Slowly, slowly seep inside you, open up wide, deep in your mental, Flesh'll
get you mesmerized. Must I force you to realize eyes, they crazy by the Flesh,
and it be test or tried, even if they (gonna fight), and the Afta Maff, when
I'm on, go on home. It ain't shit, thought you knew me 'til I made
it know, nothin' to pick up the gauge, explosion, blown. Contend with
the fifth dog, never could anyone check how I'm servin' from the C-L-E.
Get took to the streets, and the thugsta dwellin' on St. Clair, hit
up ya S-C-T, when I'm hangin', swangin' with the G's, give each other
peace, pass around my fifth of rum. Everybody talkin' shit and steady
reminiscin' on back in the days how we used to roll bankroll fold.
Nigga makin' his money, daily double, it's the reason why you're countin'
stacks. If a psycho (...?...). Gonna break loose. Nigga
test, and come rippin' through the tracks. They packin' a gat, and
you're not just in case of a jack. If you didn't you done, snatched.
In a little while no daylight, won't be fun, no wonder if you slippin',
you hung. Some run, tryin' to get away, say can't escape from a thugster
trailer. So many victims, had to leave 'em (smellin') for yellin'. I
kill 'em and hop in the smug, start bailin' back on the strip by twelve,
might as well, set up shop 'til them coppers come up, tryin' to raid off
my organization, runnin' shit all through the nation, just thought he would
straight up try to set up the mission that me on.
Made crazy by the, ah, Flesh. [flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh.]
[the Flesh, the Flesh.]
Hold still, bitch. If you slippin', you bet he's gon' chalkin' 'til
the reaper stalkin'. Sneak up, caught a nigga flossin'. Drop
the money, jewels, keys to the vehicle, quick do it please, be and your
all tossed in a coffin, takin' a loss and I'm the (?) me often. Never
needin' more time, wastin', makin' good in it for the love of mo' money,
man. Bang mo' brains, take it you should've listened to us, down up
for my thang, insane through the Flesh reign, and niggas ain't up on my level.
Devil took the niggas that battered me, stayed in the grave, gravedigger
be snatch my shovel, and all the dirt, it ain't no worse, and I curse only
person they done with the click so murda mo' hurt, niggas comin' gunnin',
(?) bullets all to spit your shit, quick, your slain, bang, muthafuckas
on top of the hits. We done hittin' 'em for hire, gettin' the job done
right every time. Some nigga want to get his contract expired. Never
get tired of buckin'. Niggas keep on testin'. They killed and
really makin' my day, clench with an A.K., baby, don't play. Wanna
fuck with my pay? I gotta go blow his ass away. He tried to fade
me. That nigga #1 flip artist, one of the hardest thugs in the Land,
bringin' you the shit if you lookin' to start it, and I'm a finish any problem,
solve it, if you gonna cause it, you'll be taken care of, and I know that
you're scared that my niggas'll hunt you down, 'round, ready, round . . .
Made crazy by the, ah, Flesh. [flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh.]
[the Flesh, the Flesh.]
Better clear the way up, my warpath, now the madman done blasted up out of
the psycho ward, so they labeled me 5150. You wanna fuck with me?
Better pray to my Lord. I'm gonna torture, body burn, scorch,
not one of my enemies gonna survive, died in the holocaust, caught in
destruction, buck 'em all, fried alive, takin' my time, lookin' 'til
I find and hide away sneak attack on after midnight. Gettin' high,
wait until the clock strikes sound, never no light in sight. Get 'em
up and lie down. Niggas runnin' up quick and so bring the soldiers,
then I'm a take 'em into the darkness. (...?...), leave alone when
they roll home in the heartless. It's wicked by farthest, fuck with
it. We are Mo Thugs. Packin' two glocks for the war, and it's
on with the mighty, mighty, warrior soldiers, no love for the bustas, keep
on playa hatin', study, then bite our style. Always down with the army.
We stand alone. Bone thugs-n-harmony takin' muthafuckas out when
they get too foul in the mouth, check many niggas with a slug in they
chest. Then they lay in a puddle of blood, when they layin' to rest,
that's for fuckin' with Flesh. Even if a nigga put on a vest, then
I might aim for their dome, gotta get 'em dead for sure. So don't try
to play when the people get slayed away, eternally Flesh here to let ya'll
know.
Made crazy by the, ah, Flesh. [flesh, flesh, flesh, flesh.]
[the Flesh, the Flesh.]
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