MusicGu.ru

Layzie:

Where you from, nigga? Straight from the muthafuckin` Land of

the Heartless: five true thugs from the double-glock, [and you



fall] ready to pop to the dome. Eternally, it`s on. Yeah.



Straight Mo Thug nigga, return from the Clair. Test this hustla?

Better not dare. We thug on the block, and distributin` llello.



Lil` Layzie be there daily collectin` me bankroll, rollin` with

trues, nothin` to lose, nevertheless ain`t about that talkin`,

screamin`

out murder, comin` to serve ya. Nigga, we told ya. Bone be stalkin`,

sleepwalkin`. #1 Assassin pick up the pump and then

causin` the twelve gauge eruption. Let loose with a buckshot,

blastin`, Bone up outta the cut, and me buckin`. Eternally here

to

stay in the khakis suits and the high tech boots. Oops, I`m comin`

with troops. Fools be ready to shoot, collectin` my loot.

Blazin` up, burnin` my brain, that`s here insane. I crept and

I came. Niggas that fell off--they thought they could hang. Gettin`



`em slain, tryin` to fuck with the chain gang. Bang. Straight

Land of the Heartess, where the thugs be thinkin` on executions,



straight prosecution, Lil` Lay go buck and start confusion.



Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

I swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Come swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim, now.



Bizzy:

Come and then fall to me hollow points, now. Pow. Pullin` that

body underground, put `em in the grave, they lay away down.

Clair playas, stay down. I`m one of the thuggest muthafuckas

in your city, and a me strapped back, ride, ready me pap pap

in

broad daylight. Chill with me, roll, roll, roll, to the Boneyard.

Hit that hydro. That`s where all we bail, that`s where all we

sell,

where I better keep that high on. My mind fried. Ride to the

darkside. Feel the darkness. East ninety-nine, mine the thugs,

I

loves `em. Heartless, yeah. Follow me, now, and ride. Follow

me, come inside. You can run, but won`t escape alive. So

many tried, but died.



Krayzie:

Niggas be runnin` and duckin` them bullets. They try to escape

me, but only get sprayed. Gotta get away, when the po-pos

chase me [chase me], so me ready with a me gauge. Bang. Bang.

Put `em in a coffin. Buck. Pump. Dumpin` they bodies.

Come again, dumpin` they bodies. Murdered them, deep in they

posse. Thug, what? Check out the glock-glock, quick to hit

it, we swang. Niggas slang that `cane and remain, smoke bud all

day and maintain. They come, they gun, they run from the

po-po. Jump the fence hit ninety-fifth, and now, nigga, let`s

roll some shit. Let`s smoke. Out thuggin` for money, well damn,



that`s tellin` po-po back up off me. Nigga, me fucked up, now.

Little Tommy screamin` out, "Six-five!" That`s when a me

jumped up. I`m out, now. Little nigga playin` with them holice,

hit the Clair, get `em up with Big Bro, Rod J. Nigga need some



weed, and it`s funny, I ain`t got no money. Nigga put me down,

swing to the (?) with some brews. Really don`t drink, but it`s



for me trues. Four crazy niggas with nothin` to lose.



Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

I swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Come swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim, now.



Wish:

Hey, now from the C-Town. We be down, thug niggas know Strate

came up. Nigga, wanna test? Must rest, buckshots all in

that chest, he`s fucked up. Killas for the nigga that`s real

and in with that Clair, been in the dump. Pop when they run,

gun,

bodies gon` fall. My Cleveland niggas, what`s up? Get down for

that thang in the game. Bang, bang if you have to. Beatin`

niggas down in any town. Now don`t let me catch ya. Mentality

straight from the C-Town where everyday niggas get beatin`

down. Better think before you run up. I gun up. But I think he

peeps game, now. To the niggas, there`s just nobody fuckin`

with Bone. Swang with a click tight claim. It`s on. Eternally

flow style, nigga, that`s Bone.



Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

I swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Come swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim, now.

Layzie:

Where you from, nigga? Straight from the muthafuckin` Land of

the Heartless: five true thugs from the double-glock, [and you



fall] ready to pop to the dome. Eternally, it`s on. Yeah.



Straight Mo Thug nigga, return from the Clair. Test this hustla?

Better not dare. We thug on the block, and distributin` llello.



Lil` Layzie be there daily collectin` me bankroll, rollin` with

trues, nothin` to lose, nevertheless ain`t about that talkin`,

screamin`

out murder, comin` to serve ya. Nigga, we told ya. Bone be stalkin`,

sleepwalkin`. #1 Assassin pick up the pump and then

causin` the twelve gauge eruption. Let loose with a buckshot,

blastin`, Bone up outta the cut, and me buckin`. Eternally here

to

stay in the khakis suits and the high tech boots. Oops, I`m comin`

with troops. Fools be ready to shoot, collectin` my loot.

Blazin` up, burnin` my brain, that`s here insane. I crept and

I came. Niggas that fell off--they thought they could hang. Gettin`



`em slain, tryin` to fuck with the chain gang. Bang. Straight

Land of the Heartess, where the thugs be thinkin` on executions,



straight prosecution, Lil` Lay go buck and start confusion.



Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

I swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Come swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim, now.



Bizzy:

Come and then fall to me hollow points, now. Pow. Pullin` that

body underground, put `em in the grave, they lay away down.

Clair playas, stay down. I`m one of the thuggest muthafuckas

in your city, and a me strapped back, ride, ready me pap pap

in

broad daylight. Chill with me, roll, roll, roll, to the Boneyard.

Hit that hydro. That`s where all we bail, that`s where all we

sell,

where I better keep that high on. My mind fried. Ride to the

darkside. Feel the darkness. East ninety-nine, mine the thugs,

I

loves `em. Heartless, yeah. Follow me, now, and ride. Follow

me, come inside. You can run, but won`t escape alive. So

many tried, but died.



Krayzie:

Niggas be runnin` and duckin` them bullets. They try to escape

me, but only get sprayed. Gotta get away, when the po-pos

chase me [chase me], so me ready with a me gauge. Bang. Bang.

Put `em in a coffin. Buck. Pump. Dumpin` they bodies.

Come again, dumpin` they bodies. Murdered them, deep in they

posse. Thug, what? Check out the glock-glock, quick to hit

it, we swang. Niggas slang that `cane and remain, smoke bud all

day and maintain. They come, they gun, they run from the

po-po. Jump the fence hit ninety-fifth, and now, nigga, let`s

roll some shit. Let`s smoke. Out thuggin` for money, well damn,



that`s tellin` po-po back up off me. Nigga, me fucked up, now.

Little Tommy screamin` out, "Six-five!" That`s when a me

jumped up. I`m out, now. Little nigga playin` with them holice,

hit the Clair, get `em up with Big Bro, Rod J. Nigga need some



weed, and it`s funny, I ain`t got no money. Nigga put me down,

swing to the (?) with some brews. Really don`t drink, but it`s



for me trues. Four crazy niggas with nothin` to lose.



Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

I swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Come swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim, now.



Wish:

Hey, now from the C-Town. We be down, thug niggas know Strate

came up. Nigga, wanna test? Must rest, buckshots all in

that chest, he`s fucked up. Killas for the nigga that`s real

and in with that Clair, been in the dump. Pop when they run,

gun,

bodies gon` fall. My Cleveland niggas, what`s up? Get down for

that thang in the game. Bang, bang if you have to. Beatin`

niggas down in any town. Now don`t let me catch ya. Mentality

straight from the C-Town where everyday niggas get beatin`

down. Better think before you run up. I gun up. But I think he

peeps game, now. To the niggas, there`s just nobody fuckin`

with Bone. Swang with a click tight claim. It`s on. Eternally

flow style, nigga, that`s Bone.



Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

I swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Come swang with a click tight claim.

Keepin` `em on the run with a me shotgun.

Swang with a click tight claim, now.

Адрес электронной почты		example@domain.ru
Код заказа		999-999
Нажмите после заполнения
Пожалуйста, вводите корректный адрес электронной почты, так как на этот адрес будет отправлена дополнительная ссылка на загрузку выбранной Вами песни. Если был указан неправильный адрес электронной почты, вы можете его исправить. Для исправления адреса электронной почты отправьте электронно письмо в службу поддержки (support@musicgu.ru). В письме укажите полученный Вами код и корректный адрес электронной почты. Отправляя сообщение на один из предоставленных номеров Вы подтверждаете свое согласие с Правилами использования сайта и Пользовательским соглашением.