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str8 ridaz - bone thugs n harmony lyrics

[intro-layzie bone]
yo we vibin’
what?!
this is…..(im’ a str8 rida)
another self-entertainment production (im’ a str8 rida)
(im’ a str8 rida) bone thugs (im’ a str8 rida)
yeah
ay move, that’s that n-gg- right there dawg,(we str8 ridaz)
thats the same n-gg- that was talkin sh-t at the club dawg, watch out…

[verse 1-layzie bone]
when i am yeah im’ grindin baby gettin down with the best of them,
you thought i would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them,
thats what you expect from them, neva’ the thug n-gg- this bone,
whup him like he stole something, i beat him like im’ roy jones,
and i thought i told you life is quick and fast better get up and get the cash,
quick to mash, n-gg- be lettin em’ slip and p-ss, number one is up for grabs,
im’a be the victor man, strong arm, take the sh-t man, like i was the beater man,
bulldozer against the grain, i always been the rebel dawg,
kickin’ -ss and takin names, on a whole ‘nother level dawg,
grown since a teenager, mobile phones and sky pagers
brought up in the projects, now we ballin’ skyscr-pers
h2s and escalades, customized, special made
hollywood to broadway, check it dog, we gettin’ paid
naw i ain’t about to change, i’ma just continue grindin’
bills paid, babies eatin’, record sales steadily climbin’

[hook – bizzy bone] x 2
ride or die..
ain’t nothin’ wrong, i’m ready to get the battle on
ride or die..
waitin’ for war, waitin’ for warfare

[verse 2 – krayzie bone]
a n-gg- got a flow that’s so sick, my sh-t is in critical condition
and if there’s a cure for this, i don’t need a fixin’
gimme a blunt and let me split that sh-t, man hit that sh-t
we ain’t smokin’, rollin’ no penners, we blow big fat spliffs
my n-gg-, just kick back with me, it’s the thugs
that’s runnin’ this motherf-cker so b-tch answer to us
we the man, we the one
that started this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged sh-t
we ain’t smokin’ heat, tokin’, f-ck with me killer, f-ck a b-tch
i must admit these n-gg-z, they caught on quick
broads is gettin’ pretty jealous ’cause they all on d-ck
battle you with a rhyme, man i battle you with a nine
millimeter heater, start the breathin’ and stop the bleedin’
thug n-gg-z straight outta cleveland, just released to the streets
paper chasin’ player haters get p-ss-es feet underneath, when i creep
so don’t be f-ckin’ with krayzie, i come through blazin’
with my leatherface and sawed off, servin’ n-gg-z raw dog

[hook] x 2

[verse 3 – bizzy bone]
resurrection of the radical, none of these rappers compatible
ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle
automatic guns rattlin’, moppin’ up blood stains, grievance
and i done seen about everything in the world but jesus
i been to armageddon, under war, one disciple
tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the bible
my sh-t’s maniacal, drink henny until i spit up bile
livin’ this crazy life, la vida loca
baggin’ that coca (cola), poppin’ that motorola soldier
this sh-t is sizzlin’, bullets are whistlin’, b-tch
i am the master of my destiny, never no de lilo
and no jezebel, my sisters say don’t let them broads stress me
i need the silence of the spirits, i am the lamb
these n-gg-z gon’ hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm
it’s the religion of abraham, where there were muslim b-st-rds
catholic or jewish, leave it to christians, this is thug life n-gg-z

[hook] x 2

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