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Layzie:

East Nineteen ninety-nine, my niggas . . .

Think about back in the days when the year was eighty-nine. Little

nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin` my crime with (two



in here), steady stackin` my ends, put my serve down on the Clair,

Nine-nine. Hittin` up the Graveyard Shift with Will, Lil Will,



Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder

why niggas so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack right, take

much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. It`s an everyday

thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at

least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug

to the Heartbeat of niggas from the Land, fool, and the old

school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. Fuckin` with

trues, Rest In Peace, lil` nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love.



Smokin` on bud, `cause a nigga Mo Thug callin` all my niggas

when it`s time to nut `em. In the nine nine, niggas gonna drop

to

the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where

a nigga come from, slangin` them dum-dums.



Krayzie:

Niggas it`s goin` down, up in the C-Town, get `em up with the

thugs [thugs], and that nigga with the bud [bud]. Get the fifth

of

Rose, but the liquor store closed, and I`m all out the forty.

Blaze up, nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Nigga,

don`t

stiff on the reefer. Bone runnin` up outta the cut with this

fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. Peep the street,

bust

again on Double Glock-glock with a me rocks. Cops sweatin` me

by. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop blood,

dumpin` the body, and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble

knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve,



Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none

when they roll to the curb. Runnin`, duckin`, jumpin` up in the



Land. My niggas, it`s Krayzie. We slang and we buck and we bang

on the Glock, and my nigga, that`s daily. Who the nigga

with the twelve gauge? [Pump.] Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face, so

ya better pray. Eternally thugsta. East Nineteen

Ninety-nine, we roll for the devil.



Bizzy:

Gotta give P`s to them SCTs and (I roll thick), thug on the Glock.

Pump, blast for the cash, then I`ll mash the gas, gotta dash



away from them cops. Got Lil` Mo! Hart steadily flippin` off

Rose. Rippin` up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes,

I

pump slugs, and I be druggin` `em off in dumpsters. Fuck them

po-po. Bloody they bodies they burn, burn. And I guess that

hood`ll never learn. Gotta dip (both in ones and) sherm. When

I `m on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin` out with



me. Roll up the window, me wind blow, fuck with my indo (and

that in a me). Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are



empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin`, no fuckin`

with the family. Now feel a nigga, understand me. Much

love, much (buck) for them St. Clair thugs. East Ninety-nine

is where you find us, slangin` me muthafuckin` drugs.



Flesh:

Done, done, leavin` the niggas stunned, cockin` pop with a me

gun. The lead`ll be letting they head off, and I gots to have

(?).

Leavin` `em hung, breakin` fakin` your studio-gangsta bitch,

trick. Niggas that get picked. I`m hittin` the shit, and I split

in the

midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes, Flesh,

me runnin` a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now



for givin` up respect to them SCTs from C-L-E. We`re scandalous

nigga that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail, leavin`

the

trail of the bloody victims. The fifth dog maulin` `em all, and

never them catch me slippin`. And sippin` a fifth of the wine,

and

niggas be dyin`, and steadily trippin`. We flippin` the scripts

on over, see the Bone`ll be never saw, but niggas told ya, triggers



showed ya. East nine-nine, five soldiers.



Wish:

Murder one, redrum, try to run and get away, but it`s just to

late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck, buck, better

guard that fuckin` face. Dumpin` them slugs on ya, fool. Rollin`

with me trues, drinkin` brews. Don`t start no shit. We come

equipped, so niggas, stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that

you`re goin` to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, and hell

is

where you`ll be dwellin`. Pop in them clips, and them bodies

me dumpin`, watchin` ya fall to the pave with me nine-milli

pumpin`. Puttin` them bodies all off in them graves.



Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run.

East [ninety-nine] Nineteen Ninety, -ninety-nine, -nine, -nine, -nine.

Layzie:

East Nineteen ninety-nine, my niggas . . .

Think about back in the days when the year was eighty-nine. Little

nigga on the grind, gotta get mine, doin` my crime with (two



in here), steady stackin` my ends, put my serve down on the Clair,

Nine-nine. Hittin` up the Graveyard Shift with Will, Lil Will,



Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder

why niggas so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack right, take

much love, kept a nigga on his toes in the game. It`s an everyday

thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at

least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug

to the Heartbeat of niggas from the Land, fool, and the old

school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. Fuckin` with

trues, Rest In Peace, lil` nigga Ripsta, stressed that Bone love.



Smokin` on bud, `cause a nigga Mo Thug callin` all my niggas

when it`s time to nut `em. In the nine nine, niggas gonna drop

to

the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where

a nigga come from, slangin` them dum-dums.



Krayzie:

Niggas it`s goin` down, up in the C-Town, get `em up with the

thugs [thugs], and that nigga with the bud [bud]. Get the fifth

of

Rose, but the liquor store closed, and I`m all out the forty.

Blaze up, nigga. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. Nigga,

don`t

stiff on the reefer. Bone runnin` up outta the cut with this

fresh sack of hydro, and this shit is creeper. Peep the street,

bust

again on Double Glock-glock with a me rocks. Cops sweatin` me

by. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop blood,

dumpin` the body, and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble

knocks with the po-po, niggas roll solo, split up, and swerve,



Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none

when they roll to the curb. Runnin`, duckin`, jumpin` up in the



Land. My niggas, it`s Krayzie. We slang and we buck and we bang

on the Glock, and my nigga, that`s daily. Who the nigga

with the twelve gauge? [Pump.] Mr. Sawed-off Leather Face, so

ya better pray. Eternally thugsta. East Nineteen

Ninety-nine, we roll for the devil.



Bizzy:

Gotta give P`s to them SCTs and (I roll thick), thug on the Glock.

Pump, blast for the cash, then I`ll mash the gas, gotta dash



away from them cops. Got Lil` Mo! Hart steadily flippin` off

Rose. Rippin` up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes,

I

pump slugs, and I be druggin` `em off in dumpsters. Fuck them

po-po. Bloody they bodies they burn, burn. And I guess that

hood`ll never learn. Gotta dip (both in ones and) sherm. When

I `m on a mission for my city, bigger niggas be bailin` out with



me. Roll up the window, me wind blow, fuck with my indo (and

that in a me). Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are



empty, me scandalous niggas up outta the woods, buckin`, no fuckin`

with the family. Now feel a nigga, understand me. Much

love, much (buck) for them St. Clair thugs. East Ninety-nine

is where you find us, slangin` me muthafuckin` drugs.



Flesh:

Done, done, leavin` the niggas stunned, cockin` pop with a me

gun. The lead`ll be letting they head off, and I gots to have

(?).

Leavin` `em hung, breakin` fakin` your studio-gangsta bitch,

trick. Niggas that get picked. I`m hittin` the shit, and I split

in the

midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes, Flesh,

me runnin` a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now



for givin` up respect to them SCTs from C-L-E. We`re scandalous

nigga that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail, leavin`

the

trail of the bloody victims. The fifth dog maulin` `em all, and

never them catch me slippin`. And sippin` a fifth of the wine,

and

niggas be dyin`, and steadily trippin`. We flippin` the scripts

on over, see the Bone`ll be never saw, but niggas told ya, triggers



showed ya. East nine-nine, five soldiers.



Wish:

Murder one, redrum, try to run and get away, but it`s just to

late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck, buck, better

guard that fuckin` face. Dumpin` them slugs on ya, fool. Rollin`

with me trues, drinkin` brews. Don`t start no shit. We come

equipped, so niggas, stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that

you`re goin` to heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, and hell

is

where you`ll be dwellin`. Pop in them clips, and them bodies

me dumpin`, watchin` ya fall to the pave with me nine-milli

pumpin`. Puttin` them bodies all off in them graves.



Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run, run.

East [ninety-nine] Nineteen Ninety, -ninety-nine, -nine, -nine, -nine.

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