"ETERNAL"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
Layzie:
Where you from, nigga? Straight from the muthafuckin' Land of the
Heartless: five true thugs from the double-glock, [and you fall] ready to
pop to the dome. Eternally, it's on. Yeah.
Straight Mo Thug nigga, return from the Clair. Test this hustla?
Better not dare. We thug on the block, and distributin' llello.
Lil' Layzie be there daily collectin' me bankroll, rollin' with
trues, nothin' to lose, nevertheless ain't about that talkin', screamin'
out murder, comin' to serve ya. Nigga, we told ya. Bone be stalkin',
sleepwalkin'. #1 Assassin pick up the pump and then causin' the twelve
gauge eruption. Let loose with a buckshot, blastin', Bone up outta
the cut, and me buckin'. Eternally here to stay in the khakis suits
and the high tech boots. Oops, I'm comin' with troops. Fools
be ready to shoot, collectin' my loot. Blazin' up, burnin' my brain,
that's here insane. I crept and I came. Niggas that fell off--they
thought they could hang. Gettin' 'em slain, tryin' to fuck with the
chain gang. Bang. Straight Land of the Heartess, where the thugs
be thinkin' on executions, straight prosecution, Lil' Lay go buck and start
confusion.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.
Bizzy:
Come and then fall to me hollow points, now. Pow. Pullin' that
body underground, put 'em in the grave, they lay away down. Clair playas,
stay down. I'm one of the thuggest muthafuckas in your city, and a
me strapped back, ride, ready me pap pap in broad daylight. Chill with
me, roll, roll, roll, to the Boneyard. Hit that hydro. That's
where all we bail, that's where all we sell, where I better keep that high
on. My mind fried. Ride to the darkside. Feel the darkness.
East ninety-nine, mine the thugs, I loves 'em. Heartless, yeah.
Follow me, now, and ride. Follow me, come inside. You can
run, but won't escape alive. So many tried, but died.
Krayzie:
Niggas be runnin' and duckin' them bullets. They try to escape
me, but only get sprayed. Gotta get away, when the po-pos chase me
[chase me], so me ready with a me gauge. Bang. Bang. Put
'em in a coffin. Buck. Pump. Dumpin' they bodies. Come
again, dumpin' they bodies. Murdered them, deep in they posse. Thug,
what? Check out the glock-glock, quick to hit it, we swang. Niggas
slang that 'cane and remain, smoke bud all day and maintain. They come,
they gun, they run from the po-po. Jump the fence hit ninety-fifth,
and now, nigga, let's roll some shit. Let's smoke. Out thuggin'
for money, well damn, that's tellin' po-po back up off me. Nigga, me
fucked up, now. Little Tommy screamin' out, "Six-five!" That's
when a me jumped up. I'm out, now. Little nigga playin' with
them holice, hit the Clair, get 'em up with (?) high-tech. Nigga
need some weed. That's funny, I ain't got no money. Nigga
put me down, swing to the (?) with some brews. Really don't drink,
but it's for me trues. Four crazy niggas with nothin' to lose.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.
Wish:
Hey, now from the C-Town. We be down, thug niggas know Strate
came up. Nigga, wanna test? Must rest, buckshots all in that
chest, he's fucked up. Killas for the nigga that's real and in with
that Clair, been in the dump. Pop when they run, gun, bodies gon'
fall. My Cleveland niggas, what's up? Get down for that thang
in the game. Bang, bang if you have to. Beatin' niggas down in
any town. Now don't let me catch ya. Mentality straight from
the C-Town where everyday niggas get beatin' down. Better think before
you run up. I gun up. But I think he peeps game, now. To
the niggas, there's just nobody fuckin' with Bone. Swang with a click
tight claim. It's on. Eternally flow style, nigga, that's Bone.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
I swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Come swang with a click tight claim.
Keepin' 'em on the run with a me shotgun.
Swang with a click tight claim, now.
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