歌手:Bone Thugs-N-Harmony
专辑:《E 1999 Eternal》

作词 : Bone Thugs N Harmony
Intro
(COURTROOM SPECTATOR #1) Playa hatin’ ass mutha****as, man
**** that
Man, put that shit out, man
Ain’t ‘posed to be smokin’ no mutha****in’ weed in court
Man, what the **** you doin'?
(COURTROOM SPECTATOR #2) Man, **** that
Man, they got my nigga.
(COURTROOM SPECTATOR #1) Man, that shit ain’t even cool.
(COURTROOM SPECTATOR #2) Support his ass.
(JUDGE) Okay, order in the court.
(COURT BAILIFF) People versus Bone-thugs-n-harmony
Case #C601999.
(JUDGE) Will the defendant please stand?
Is there anything you wish to say on this matter before sentencing, Bizzy Bone?
(BIZZY BONE) Naw, man.
(COURT SPECTATOR #3) You know the mutha****a did it!
(JUDGE) Well the court sentences you to death by electric chair.
Hahahahaha!

Verse 1: Bizzy Bone
We had to get ’em up with two guns
Runnin’ side by side with #1
Bet I won’t drop my gauge on
When the po-po chase
If they catch me barehanded I’m done
Rip’s grippin' the six-shot pump so spill it
Gotta lettin’ me lead off
Copper thought that he had me caught
Lil’ Layzie blew his head off
Get ’em up, and get up
The bullets they start to get lit up
#1 best start duckin’ but the gun already buckin’
We split up
Bust a left on the double-glock and
Where the fiends roll up for rocks and
This perfect getaway from the pigs when I peel
And I hit the fences
Rippin’ up the trenches
I’m bailin’ while they trailin’
Better in hell than in a cell and
Ain’t no tellin’ where them coppers be dwellin’
One he spotted me
Picked up a piece and shot at me
But I practice what I preach
Proceeded two slugs up in his body
Got him
Run with smoke comin’ from the barrel of me gun
Hit the bend
Oh what a dumb-dumb
I got yum-yummed on a dead end
They set in then they lead in
They wanted me off in a coffin
Cops from everywhere was yellin’ and wailin’
I went unconscious from the stompin’
Takin’ a loss and wakin’ up in that coffin
And without no stallin’ cell I was tossed in to be arraigned at dawn
And lookin’ in the eyes of a judge
He had already pinned that thug
Straight to the soul
With no parole in a hole
But I won’t budge
Sent me to death row
Watchin’ the time by fly past
But Rip’ll be sittin’ mindless
Never spineless
In silence
Hopin’ I die fast
But chill
Never them sleeper
Gotta get away put that on all me reefer
Somehow must beat you
So peep out the creep or the reaper will meet you

Verse 2: Layzie Bone
Bailin’ on a mission
Flippin’ the script
Better check what the wind just blew in
Better think again
It’s a preacher with a grin on a mission for revenge with a MAC-10
Lil’ nigga Rip had to empty the clip
Had to pump them slugs up into them cops
And he made 'em drop
Glock went pop pop
Goin' out like a thug on the double-glock
Back from hell and ready to bail
Time to hit they trail ‘cause they wanted my nigga fried
Holdin' the Bible when I got a grenade on the inside
The squad gettin' ready for the rumble
When I heard them mumbles, pullin' me gauge in laughter
Keep buckin 'em faster
All I was thinkin' when I see them bustas scatter
Betta watch out for them buckshots
Cause them can't fade me gauge
Gotta bust them souls in the grave
So I'm buckin' them straight to the pave, can't be saved
I'm buckin’
Lil’ Ripsta
Reinforcements comin' in fast and blast
Gave my nigga Double Zs the MAC-10
Lettin' they gun gun blast on they ass
Gotta rip in them chests through vests
MAC-10s
Sawed-off eruptions
Got plenty ammunition
No missin’
Listen
Destruction I'm bustin'
Cause' I'm makin' that getaway
‘Bout to getaway
Niggas got to escape
And it’s never too late when you dash and try to break
Nigga just can’t test the Bone fate
We steadily runnin’ duckin’
Comin’ up to the front door, barricaded
And I pulled a grenade, tossed it to the door, let it explode and we made it
Creepin’ through the courtyard
Saw Krayzie feelin’ safety comin’
Hittin’ the fence and jumpin’ it quick
From Krayzie’s TEC-9 bullets hummin’

[Bridge: Two old guys talking]
Well, it seems as if them boys, Bizzy and Lil’ Layzie
Done got theyselves into another jimmy
Well I'd love to see them boys get theyself outta this one

Verse 3: Krayzie Bone
Sit as I wait in the smug
Rollin’ up fast like a thug
And began wid a rage and the guage can't let go
They done labelled my nigga psychotic
Bitches has got him sittin' on deathrow
Scopin' out the tower peepin’ the scene
So when my niggas trail
Screamin’ out, “one-eighty-seven,” and bail
Gotta get my nigga Rip out that cell
It's all organized
How my nigga #1 disguised as the preacher
Won't be pullin' a Bible mission for survival nigga so creep the TEC millimeter
Somebody done pulled the alarm now it's on
Slaughterin'
Bone sprayed off the TEC
Gotta let 'em know which way was home
We got gone but them holice was pullin' up quick
Nigga what's up
Rip bust in first when he hit that fence
Niggas got cut the **** up
We’re steady buckin’
Steady duckin’
Buckin’ while I was jumpin'
All we was thinkin’ is, “Don't get caught”
Nigga like me get the gun
Runnin’, gunnin’
Frontin’ with thugs
Gotta get to the smug
Turn around and we pump slugs
Put 'em in the mud
And all across my face was the red that lay in blood
Dodgin' the who, made the gun play with the swoop
Bailin' back home with my troops
I’m runnin’ with four crazy niggas
That’s down with they niggas
They ain’t scared to shoot
No more rollin’
No more than a half a mile we get stopped
Cops surround Bone
We load glocks and squeeze
Say, “**** all these roadblocks”
Busted a ‘U’
Then put that bitch in reverse
And I get the switch
And I push the button
That boy came out the trunk
And put it in drive
See that Souljah Boy buckin’
Back in the other direction
Po-po came quick them heat up
Niggas blasted at each other
Opened up they doors
And they kicked they feet up
I jumped outta the car
Had to jump over the hood
‘Cause I’mma head straight for the woods
My niggas they followed behind me
We getaway smooth
A nigga made good
Came up quick to the hideout
Waited ’til midnight ’til we ride out
Hid a car so we could drive out
While we waited, we all got fried out. fool
Outro
If you’s a thuggish-ruggish thug nigga
St. Clair, St. Clair
Scream, “Mo!”
Took one of my niggas off death row
St. Clair, St. Clair
Now we got one mo’ to go
St. Clair, St. Clair
St. Clair, St. Clair