it, you need it, you got it, I'mma break you off We can do it in the bedroom We can do it out in public Wherever you want it, you need it, you got it
, and everybody that rides with me: it's from me to you. It's from me to you [me to you]. It's just our point of view. It's just our point of view
creep on Call all my thugstas, all them niggas drink Call all my thugstas, all them niggas smoke weed [KRAYZIE BONE] Gotta get some hydro Gotta toke
been blessed with all my thugs and all this harmony, you know we can't be stopped, we rollin' past the cops, plus all you haters, the finger's all you
escape Some say it's a phase If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is If I play with my gauge It's a raid, put your face to pave If you try to play brave
know I'm screamin' murda mo' murda. Flesh-Verse 1 Rippin' up, it's yo' St. Clair. Takin' money that's straight, and gotta kick it, chill. Then makin' it
Welcome to the dark side It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Gotta give it on up to the glock glock Pop pop, better drop when them buckshot blow The bone
got that faded. Lovin' these yum-yum's, glad I made it, I just hope this nigga don't try to taste it. I dropped him the dummy, he said it was lovely.
gone. It's on. Now Pops don't even come around, but I know Pop's got problems. That's why your little nigga's still down with ya. But it hurts to see your
'm a kick your ass, and drop the gat, and Bone's gon' blast. I'm sneaky as fuck when it comes to crime, and I'm a smoke 'em now and not next time. Smoke
Peace 'til the end of the road. That's where I'll go. But no, nigga, don't lose your soul, but it's so cold. Trust in mine, all right, then we can roll
It's all junk. Pullin' out a silly club, so you stand with a fake-ass badge and a gun in your hand, but take off the gun, so we can see what's up, and
now you know it's my occupation The jackin's in progress; it's a critical operation The object is murder I'm the number one assassin, it's Layzie Bone
11's grenades and them AK-47's bang Nigga what you sayin' you came and you went Now bet on the real it's all the way to the bank and you think Fin to
be a thug in harmony, harmony, then i would teach the world (whole wide world) to be a thugsta just like me. [repeat] (Krayzie): How many more day's
'/ If a lick call, I'm hittin' it/ Thirty Mil and still grindin'/ It's all about perfect timin' yup, nigga don't need no fuckin' help/ It's all about
wasteland warrior so true divine It's mine, east 1999 It's where ya find'in all of my kind, every time If I could teach the world (Whole wide world) To be a thug-n-harmony (Harmony
