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(Chorus) Sit back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo` Mind (x3)



[Krayzie]



Now, I`m ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don`t fuck wit` nobody

I`m quiet, I`m thuggin`. Why are y`all so fast?

Ain`t time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs

Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes

as ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey

especially foe tha police, man. I`m ah nigga wit` thugshit

cause I`m runnin` wit` tha niggaz in tha hood and that`s how we play

Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo` chest, and finally realize

who you`re fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland

ya do whateva like he say

Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand

cause I got tha gripping good delay

If you niggaz can dash, wit` tha lethal mass

and then pass wit` tha very blast

It ain`t innocent, you should never been there

in tha first place, fall, you got yo` curse today, hah

Willin` die-hard nigga, wanna give up fakin

nut devotion just do what you want

So bitch, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose?

You`ll feel the vibe, nigga

Killin cause I`m Krayzie, nigga, cause I got to get the money

get the platinum fund to pay

But I`m ah be ah thinkin bout my niggaz

when I got ta do sum flippin`, if ah nigga ain`t got my back



(Chorus)



[Layzie]



Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin` yo

Just sum pap low shit, gotta let `em hang low

Swangin` lead from my 44 magnum though

Wit` ah nuttin` indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure

Hope ya know, I rip heartz, it`s on, jackin` move

then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin

Takin` over this everyday, stoppin` to tha tough

Double Glock and it`s not forgotten

Bitchez drop in Tha Clair

It`s tha Bone Thugs, in this shit wit` Eazy E and we made it

and ah nigga wanna hate me `cause I`m famous

I`d still leave `em in tha streetz, you can`t blame us (lady luv)

cause when they catch me without my heat, and I`m thuggin

in tha streetz and I`m rollin

Thuggin by the deadliest G`s, you can`t fuck wit us

to the pressure out of pressure, I`m loadin, blow you up

Y`all know we don`t worship sin, it`s tha heartz of men

and we`d tested stress, wanna be blessed consists of tha sin

in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead. (Chorus)



[Bizzy]



And I promised, that all tha soulz would last

til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow

and if you`d follow, tha end of the world

should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know

I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang

enemiez fold ya, lettin` me soulz, gonna catch ya

flossin` all tha way

Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold

it goez, around up in slow-mo

Been tickin`, and I land down to Newport

I`m alone, yes, but I may not rest

Police will see me silenced stressin

Nigga was steppin` up in ah, when I catched them thievin

and I got `em and there, gotta learn their lesson

Blastin`, no more, no I`m not havin` it

Breakin` apart foe neva my daddy

Lil` Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy

and I face now`s nasty blastin

For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit `em up, and lesson up tha violence

Screamin` on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let`s begin

ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave

Cause I`m in tha new sense of me grave

Couldn`t you hataz, wouldn`t be saved, hate `em

Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem

Foe tha love of money makin` go crazy

and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me

Hit tha weed, and y`all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya

Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin

foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit` tha clich

an unpropable way of ah trial `cause it`s tha funk, sing



(Chorus)



[Wish]



(Now give it to `em)

Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state

wit` tha Bone, B-ONE. We steadily grieve on, givin` you what

you need man, clone Bone, shock `em, drop `em, pop `em

let `em know Bone in tha fukkin` war (no, no)

you hataz make feellike, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44

But I gotta stay clean, it`s cool, then unless he freein

I`m mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo` Thug, Mo` Thug

cavalry, on tha streetz

Ready ta ride, when it`s time ta ride, ready ta kill

when it`s time ta kill, you gon` die, you` gon` die

I`ve been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit` Bone

then come on, come on. If ya really wanna ride, get down

but get stuff, but ya come on, come on



(Chorus)

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(Chorus) Sit back, and let this thugshit, Clog Up Yo` Mind (x3)



[Krayzie]



Now, I`m ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don`t fuck wit` nobody

I`m quiet, I`m thuggin`. Why are y`all so fast?

Ain`t time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs

Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes

as ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey

especially foe tha police, man. I`m ah nigga wit` thugshit

cause I`m runnin` wit` tha niggaz in tha hood and that`s how we play

Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo` chest, and finally realize

who you`re fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland

ya do whateva like he say

Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand

cause I got tha gripping good delay

If you niggaz can dash, wit` tha lethal mass

and then pass wit` tha very blast

It ain`t innocent, you should never been there

in tha first place, fall, you got yo` curse today, hah

Willin` die-hard nigga, wanna give up fakin

nut devotion just do what you want

So bitch, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose?

You`ll feel the vibe, nigga

Killin cause I`m Krayzie, nigga, cause I got to get the money

get the platinum fund to pay

But I`m ah be ah thinkin bout my niggaz

when I got ta do sum flippin`, if ah nigga ain`t got my back



(Chorus)



[Layzie]



Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin` yo

Just sum pap low shit, gotta let `em hang low

Swangin` lead from my 44 magnum though

Wit` ah nuttin` indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure

Hope ya know, I rip heartz, it`s on, jackin` move

then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin

Takin` over this everyday, stoppin` to tha tough

Double Glock and it`s not forgotten

Bitchez drop in Tha Clair

It`s tha Bone Thugs, in this shit wit` Eazy E and we made it

and ah nigga wanna hate me `cause I`m famous

I`d still leave `em in tha streetz, you can`t blame us (lady luv)

cause when they catch me without my heat, and I`m thuggin

in tha streetz and I`m rollin

Thuggin by the deadliest G`s, you can`t fuck wit us

to the pressure out of pressure, I`m loadin, blow you up

Y`all know we don`t worship sin, it`s tha heartz of men

and we`d tested stress, wanna be blessed consists of tha sin

in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead. (Chorus)



[Bizzy]



And I promised, that all tha soulz would last

til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow

and if you`d follow, tha end of the world

should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know

I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang

enemiez fold ya, lettin` me soulz, gonna catch ya

flossin` all tha way

Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold

it goez, around up in slow-mo

Been tickin`, and I land down to Newport

I`m alone, yes, but I may not rest

Police will see me silenced stressin

Nigga was steppin` up in ah, when I catched them thievin

and I got `em and there, gotta learn their lesson

Blastin`, no more, no I`m not havin` it

Breakin` apart foe neva my daddy

Lil` Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy

and I face now`s nasty blastin

For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit `em up, and lesson up tha violence

Screamin` on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let`s begin

ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave

Cause I`m in tha new sense of me grave

Couldn`t you hataz, wouldn`t be saved, hate `em

Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem

Foe tha love of money makin` go crazy

and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me

Hit tha weed, and y`all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya

Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin

foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit` tha clich

an unpropable way of ah trial `cause it`s tha funk, sing



(Chorus)



[Wish]



(Now give it to `em)

Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state

wit` tha Bone, B-ONE. We steadily grieve on, givin` you what

you need man, clone Bone, shock `em, drop `em, pop `em

let `em know Bone in tha fukkin` war (no, no)

you hataz make feellike, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44

But I gotta stay clean, it`s cool, then unless he freein

I`m mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo` Thug, Mo` Thug

cavalry, on tha streetz

Ready ta ride, when it`s time ta ride, ready ta kill

when it`s time ta kill, you gon` die, you` gon` die

I`ve been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit` Bone

then come on, come on. If ya really wanna ride, get down

but get stuff, but ya come on, come on



(Chorus)

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