Krayzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?
Now, I'm a nigga that keep to myself, and don't fuck with nobody. I'm
quiet. I'm thuggin'. Why they all so fast? May God protect, and nigga
pulled the trigger on my cousin. Well I might be Krayzie, but as I cruise
in my Mercedes as I ride by. Nigga, you wanna spray? Hey, this strictly
for the policeman. I'm immune to this shit, 'cause I'm runnin' with the
niggas in the hood, and that's how we play. Wanna feel a Mossberg
pump hit your chest? Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with.
'Lucky that my niggas ain't peelin' ya, nigga, do whatever (...?...), 'til ya
flip the game, Lil' Lay got the upper hand, 'cause he got the red beam,
dead they lay. If you see a nigga dash with the leather mask, and he
passed on the body, blast. It ain't innocent, nigga, you should never been
there in the first place, fall, you got your curse today, ha! Wanna die hard
nigga? Wanna get up, back and buck and fuck shit up, do what you
want. Show a bitch: Krayzie Bone real with my mine, and when I let
loose, you'll feel the vibe, nigga. Kill 'em by the trigger, 'cause I got to
get the money, get the platinum for the pay, but I'm be a thinkin' 'bout my
business, and I got to do some flippin', if a nigga ain't got my
(back/bank).
Layzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
For the love of the money I keep spendin', yo, just some platinum, nigga,
gotta let 'em hang low. Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though.
When I'm, lettin' niggas know I'm a takin' no shorts, so any and all of y'all
intentions on jackin', then, nigga, you better figure again, and quit
plottin'. Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' 'til to the top. Double
glock 'n and it's not forgotten, pistols pop. From the Clair, it's them
Bone thug niggas with Eazy-E, and we made it, and a nigga wanna hate
me 'cause I'm famous, fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets. You can't
blame us. Killa, never fin to catch me without my heat, when I'm
thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin', thuggin' 'bout a dozen deep. You
can't fuck with me, feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin', blow you up.
Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's the hearts of men that we test,
stress, wanna be blessed, confess when we sin, it's the ways for sin to be
dead.
Bizzy:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Nigga, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind, mind].
Muthafucka, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind [mind,
mind], nigga.
And it ain't promised that all the souls would last 'til the days 'til after
tomorrow, and if you'd follow the end of the world, shit, it comin' so
soon, it's so hard to swallow. I know. I know, hey, how to get down for
my thang, in a your coffin, rather my soul's gonna catch ya flossin' off
with a bang. Welcome to the lab, where one of my chemicals unfold, it
goes, I'm runnin' a flow-mo, and takin' a alley, dodgin' the po-po. (...?...)
what I made impressive, while in the asylum stressin'. Demon was
screamin', I'm fiendin', when I (...?...), but I got 'em and I learned my
lesson, blast 'em. Why did my Mama have me? (...?...) to Pop, but not
with my daddy. But I reached the peak of happy, so I give praise and I
face (...?...). Send 'em out for the Bone, hit 'em up, and messin' up their
bodies. Runnin' with all of my murder mo and thuggish ruggish niggas
kill 'em, you die. Killa be thuggin' (and stressin' our page). (Startled) in
the by the distance of me grave. (...?...) when the Bone (?), victim, (had
to shake up, in a daze I left 'em). For the love of money, make me go
crazy, and Benjamin Franklin, please come save me. Lil' Eazy told me,
roll with ya, then I will smoke ya, (...?...) Fiend for the green, see the
bodies, (sweatin') for disease. Stand in the midst (with a glitch and I'm a
pop up away, and child confused before me).
Wish:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Yeah, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind.
Come on, come on, come on, sit back and let this thug shit clog up your
mind.
Would ya sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind?
Now give it to 'em. Ya gotta sit back, smoke, and choke, meditate,
mental state, when the Bone be on. We steadily creepin', givin' you what
you need, and eternal Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know
Bone ain't no hoes [no, no]. You haters make me feel like, "You wanna
feel my muthafuckin' fo'-fo'?" But I gotta stay clean, 'cause ooh, they
don't let us see green. I'm needin' some cheese, me and my niggas and
this Mo Thug, Mo Thug cavalry. Armies be ready to ride when it's time
to ride, ready to kill when it's time to kill. You gon' die. You' gon' die.
I bet ya. If you really wanna run down Bone, then come on, come on. If
you really wanna ride down with this thug shit, come on, come on.
Krayzie:
Sit back and let this thug shit clog up your mind
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