your silly friends back home I've become for you the last to know So come on, go on You're bad to the bone You're bad to the bone With your strange desire
them b-tches thick, make them look like Tocara? man im to much for these n-ggas, and three much for these hoes the World is in my hands, and i keep my hands
snake in the grass Should of stuck the nigga fast Yeah, that motherfuckin' snake in the grass We dropped our guards and he got inside us like a virus Now our
Everytime I, turn around Everytime I turn my head, man Somebody's schemin' on a bad plan Tryin' to deal a nigga a bad hand One after the other, harassin
[Intro: Krayzie] That's right Bone Thugs-N-Harmony back up in this muthaf**ka Nigga, duce double 0 duce Lay, B, Wish Flesh (Bone Thug Bone Thug Bone Thug
hittem wit the real shit (Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone,Bone) [Layzie] Mo Thugs (Chorus) [Bizzy] We been wheelin and dealin all our lives money gon
bone thug, we them bone thugs Half of this industry swangin from our balls Its bone thugs, mighty bone thugs Bone thug, bone, bone thug [Verse 1: Krayzie Bone
You couldn't palm it with Shaquille hands It seems to me she had the whole world in her pants Walked behind her whispering love songs She started smiling so I handed
a person that do work with his hands It?s bad enough I got to deal with all these pressures that stand You tryin? to make me stray away from my plan
big type nigga all of a sudden get wild Now, why you gotsta go and take me back to where I came from? I'ma make you remember, where you know my name from
[Verse 1 - Gudda Gudda] They call me Young Gudda, I'm all about the dough still, And anybody in my way, roadkill, Everything my hands touch turn to gold
She said look ma no hands, she said look ma no hands And no darlin I dont dance and im with Roscoe im with Waka I think I deserve a chance Im a bad muhfucka
roll them bitches thick, make 'em look like Toccara Man I'm too much for these niggas, and three much for these hoes Whe World is in my hands, and I keep my hands
style will show guns what it is to spark Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart Doc is like bad weather reports but i'll walk If your not from the tri-boro
guns what it is to spark Hit a clear the park 20 miles apart Doc is like bad weather reports but I'll walk If your not from the triboro, story settled
, throw your hands in the air Kickin' it to the brothers on the corners In the alleys, throw your hands in the air Aight, for everybody, all our peeps
