"HANDLE THE VIBE"
BONE THUGS-N-HARMONY
Krayzie:
(This track is tight/This record starts), you should be clappin' your
hands.
Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play. Can
you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Bizzy:
They wanted to get Rip. Equip my sawed-off, polish it all done,
'til it replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous, especially
.357, me punish you. Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for?
You crept and you came, ain't shit changed: M-11s, grenades, and
them AK-47s bang. Niggas was sayin' you came and you went. Now,
bet on the real, it's all the way to the bank, and you think fin to get that
gangster, gettin' a demon, you can conjure up, and see if we get angels
pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus. He done creepin'
deep, puttin' those to sleep 'til I raise up on my enemy. Let's get
pumped for the peeps in Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression.
Spread the message: I finished, diminished you so-called critics
and fuck them Billboards, and the Billboard status me kick it. You
fucked-up for awhile, (...?...), but that was a trial. Man, and
I don't know how, style through with them crowds, and now I got to kick
it, get on the ground wantin' my people to gather around, remember the
sound of the rounds, came from my town, and only a bitch would bite,
that we can't allow, then they won't claim my style, ready to beat you
down, hittin' them tombstones, (sellin' volumes), get in them costumes,
now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, and buck
them flames, aim for the pressure point, a point where I break your head
in.
Krayzie:
I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? I roll in
your city and people be pinnin' me, yo, but some nigga just told me, he put
in your record, and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put
'em in a coffin, now, go seek 'em and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a
river, now, nigga, who wild [wild]? "What an incredible style," that's
what you was thinkin' when you tried to get it down. We see that you
fucked with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass out. Whenever
you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club, ready
slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk, and forgot that we claim
Mo. Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that
you could get rid of us. Buck you to Hell, it was nigga,
you down with us. Nigga, you scared when a St. Clair nigga bust.
Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk. Nigga tried a 211,
fucked around, got 187. Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody
but them T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come in peace. Nigga, please,
freeze, put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe, and these are the
warriors, killas, destroyin' ya. You're gonna die.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
Layzie:
The hation season is ceasin', agree. Nigga, let this be the reason:
niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from
breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cop that thug whose
raps fin to put down payments, criminal mind state of a lyricist.
Wanna test nuts? Nigga, hear this: my niggas are down with
murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim, I'm ready to win it, my nigga,
now bet it be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but
artillery shop, be stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready
for the war all day, want action? Playa hation steady, we spray. Hit
'em with the buck, buck, bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop. The
government all on my dick, wanna see Lil Lay Bone drop. You see the
policemen they give me no break, fin to rest in peace when they're tryin'
to send me upstate. No thanks. I got mo' money up outta the bank,
these niggas are stackin' our rocks, refuse the peace, and nevertheless,
you can roll with the Bone, so come on, so come on.
Wish:
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause
I got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you
ride with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us, follow me down to wicked
streets I grew up on. Wanna sound like us, and none of you do. We
come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for
every heat you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out,
watch out for them thugsta nigga niggas sneakin' up on you. I told
you: it's comin'--Armageddon [it's comin'--Armageddon], new world order
[new world order]. If we get our shit together. Bitches ain't
nothin', we none. Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to
know we gettin' our shit together. Better get your shit together, 'cause
when ya go, ya go, ya go.
As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.
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