1.Creepin On Ah Come Up
Devilish eazy-e voice
Right about now, thugs~n~harmony is on a come up, so to all you
bustas out there, beware.
Bizzy
Krayzie
Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get
rich. ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click,
bitch, gimme your shit. fresh out the pen, and i'm low on ends,
fuck c
I tried to stay thug. got flowin' skills, but nigga, they
bitches, now i just can't buy my bud. with my steel, grabbed the
44 mag' plus a sack, and i snag my leather rag. can't reveal
when i gli
Th the moneybag, ride to the hide', count my flags. i be livin'
on the darkside, and i can't 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
D. put your face to pave. if you try to play brave, you'll get
slayed. pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches,
jewels, and you'll be safe. i snatched the clerk up by her neck,
put th
In her mouth and said, 'bitch, you better move quick back to the
safe, if you wanna be killed try some stupid shit.' 'and pushin'
that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell.
; trail to the back with the money in the sack, l
Ocked 'em all in the vault, time to bail. well, tickets i'm out
the door, hopped in the smug, and i break fast. get to my pad,
sit back and laugh, loc'd out as i flip through my cash. at
last, n
Made good, and i got away smooth. now, i'm straight. covered my
tracks, only description is that nigga with that leather face,
fool. i gotta get mine, and if you stall, then i'm gunnin'. just
wo
Ur job, get paid. i'll rob ya. see, a nigga creep on ah come up.
Bizzy
Layzie
See, i'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down, steady
thinkin' about how to get paid. gotta gauge at my waist that be
spellin' out murder that'll get a nigga locked the cage. lay my
head
Ed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause. what can i do me
for？ need to hit a lick, not a bullshit, but a real lick, like
robbin' a jewelry store. select which one will i raid. got be
head
Owntown, 'cause tonight's the night. dressed in my black,
wearin' makeup on my face so a nigga can't be seen in the
spotlight. stole two cars, and i parked one north, parked one
east for the smo
Witch. when a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a nigga
don't dwell in the same shit？ climb to the roof, and i'm peepin'
out the scene, and there's no one i can spot. so i get my ass
dow
Lked around to the window, and i broke the bitch out with a
rock. now i jump my ass in. start to fillin' up the bag, and a
nigga comin' up on these diamonds. grabbed a couple herring
bones, and
Rings, and some ropes, still
Thinkin' how them diamonds was shining. went to the cash
register, broke the bitch open, grabbed all the money they had.
and a nigga gettin' goin' gone to bone, yeah, got to let my
niggas check
Y bag. and i got away smooth, 'cause i had the shit planned, and
ain't no bullshit get brung up. that's what i gotta do if i
wanna get paid, 'cause a nigga be creepin' on ah come up.
Bizzy
Downin' jamacian spliffs, little nigga ripsta on this lick and
bang bang. nigga that's the clique on my brain. yet another
victim, insane. feel the murderous nervethis twelve shot pump,
and i
Bigger gat to back me. peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black
skully, black khakis. creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into
the window, let me cock this. nigga must've been meant to be
jacke
Ause here comes me hostage. up outta the door, with a pump to
her temple, should've seen her tremble. push any alarms, and i
drop them bombs on moms. it's just that simple. i took my ganjas
and
'em. don't gimme no hassle, bitch! 'cause i've been scopin' for
weeks, and i know y'all got some shit. clack back me gun, hollow
point mixed with dum-dum kickin'. ladies and babies scream onto
Loor. 'shut up and listen!' it's a jack move, fools. give me the
jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese, and answer me why and
you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'？ 'blood
Ot, get up! you dead!'： what one of them ni
Ggas said. buckshot up into them dreads, and i love when i hear
them pump red. one that callin' me bluff, i stuffed him with the
quickness. see, made out with a smooth thirty g's. so all bodies
Bleed, i need no witness. so with-a-me slug, mo thug jumped into
him smug. rolled the blunt up, good stuff reefer, hitted the
bone to give up love to me thugs. 'cause i done made it clean as
fuc
D i flees the scene with a buck buck, 'cause a nigga be creepin'
on ah come up.
2.Foe Tha Love Of $
Foe tha' love of money
Gotta make that money man
It's still the same now
Gotta get on the grind
Pop in the clip of my nine
And bitch if you slip
You hit the chalk and fall in the night time
Gotta get mine
Ain't takin no shorts or no losses
Hop on the phone
Callin' my nigga sin at home
Polishin' that mac-10 crome
Gotta a lick so bring yo shit
Cause once again it's on
To the dome with a fifth of burb
We wig to the curb so we swerve
And rolled out to pick up the triple six thug
And follow the murder for robbin the dooehouse
Smoke jump outta me bong
So high, now comin' to slay with four grenades and a gauge
I'm a play, watch all 'em fall in the grave and lay
Pullin' in the driveway, wish spotted the place and quickly
rolled up
Bulldozed through the living room
Hopped out of the car and started to blow up
Buck, buck, and a kaboom
Me blew all them bodies all over the room
Them doomed
And gotta move fast, why？
The po-po's comin'
Snatch up me yummy
So nigga don't think it's funny
I'm comin' up quick in the niine-quat
Cause flesh be lovin' this money
I'm given uo love to the hustlas
All them st.clair thugstas makin' that money stayin' on your
feet
And you better believe gotta have that cheese
For the green leaves, never catch me sleep
Stay on the grind, get mine
Stayin' down for mine crime, and i hit up the nine-nine
Givin' up that llelo, makin' me sale, twenties nickles and dimes
Beat up and stick up a lick up, that two-eleven
Gotta get what's mine, then bailin'
Me kickin' up dust, i'm trailin
Feelin one-eight-seven
That's how it is, and i gotsta have it in the nine-quat
Mission to check a mill and still be real
Thuggin' on the glock-glock,creepin on a come up
Won't sleep till i'm done up
Gotta blaze me blunt up, hunt up another plot and scheme
Gotta make some green, cause soldiers nut up, what up？
Gotta get that buisness on, even though the buddah run me, stun
me
Feelin' lovely, but i'm just in it for he love of the money
Chorus
Standin' on the corner straight slangin' rocks
Aw ahit! here comes the muthafuckin' cops!
So i dash, i ducks, and i hides behind a tree
Makin' sure the muthafuckas don't see me
Now my fat sack of rocks hell yeah i stuffed 'em
Police on my draws, i had to pause
And yeah, it's still muthafuck 'em
Now my game is tight, tight as fuck is my game
Easy muthafuckin e or eric wright it's all the same
Now niggas might trip on how i stash my grip
I gotta have it bitch
For the love of this shit
Muthafucka!!
Chorus
When dough got me thugsta, thuggish ways, down for my crime
everytime
Follow me down the nine-nine, and you will find all of me kind
Check out the ripsta, now, drop down
Run 'em up outta me hood
Rip's straight when makin' me grip wiht me click
Rollin' with ruthless, the thug i be
Me put 'em in mud, buck 'em, and pump blood
Got nothing to lose, bitch
Ya beter respect rip, or ya best check this slug
It's goin' down steady pump and peel rounds, gunnin' with a me
gang
Bang, gotta make that money man
It's still the same
Steady runnin' thang wild, and follow me now
While i take you up into a barrel of a gun, see
For the dub you're done
For the bud, i run, for the love of my money
Nigga down for my thug off in this game
So peep as me creep and me crawlin' off on the mission to back
in the
Days
When niggas was bailin' with sawed-offs and wanted to get paid
Runnin' to my side, lil' nigga, ripsta, both on the mission for
money
You give u the cash, oh, that was your ass
Cause me and me nigga was hungary
And bitch, if you're stallin' you might just catch one to the
temple
And um, bone raw doggin', so nigga just make tha shit simple and
run
To catch one nigga me fill 'em with bullets and dump 'em in
rivers
Remember, me killa now
For money, me dig ya six feet in a ditch and get richer
Cause bitch you were slippin'
I'll cut ya, then rip ya, then buck ya down
Steayd rodin' and stealin' makin' a killin'
Nigga drugdealin', needin a million
Hustlin' drugs when the thugs be chillin'
For the money, these niggas be sellin' off in the cut
Where you find a nigga thuggin' off in braids and skullies
And when i stick ya and lick ya, remember
I get 'em up for the love of the money
For the love of money
Yeah, bone in the muthafuckin' house for the nine-quats nigga
Yeah, rollin' with ruthless records in this bitch
My niggas, layzie bone, bizzy bine, wish bone, and flesh-n-bone
And i'm that nigga, krayzie bone, in the muthafuckin' house
3.Intro
Devilish eazy-e voice
Nevaeh ni tra hcihw rehtaf ruo, ruo rethaf hcihw tra ni nevaeh
(heaven in art which father our, our father which art in
heaven.)
Ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! i'mmmm baaaack! straight
off the muthafuckin' streets of cleveland, five true thugs from
the double glock： bizzy, wish, krayzie, layzie, and that nigga
flesh
Ain't takin' know shit in the nine-four, 'bout to shut this
bitch down. ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha! kick that shit, niggas!
East 99 is where you find me slangin' me llello, daily.
Devilish eazy-e voice
Now let's walk through the doors backwards, my thugs. and play
with the ouija board! ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha ha!
4.Moe Cheese
Shatasha
For tha love of money. ummm, ooohohohwell, well, wellooooh.
for tha love of money. for tha love of money. for tha love of
money. for tha love of money. for tha love of money. for tha lov
Money. for tha love of money. for tha love of money. for tha
love of money, ahhhahhh(for tha love of money.)ahhhoh yeah!
(for tha love of money.) ahh harderahh(for tha love of money)
Ahhh ahhh umm. (for tha love of money) for tha love of
moneeeeeyyyy! (for tha love of money.) what people will do for
tha love of money (for tha love of money.) for tha love of
money. for tha lo
Money. for the love of money. for the love of money. for the
love of money. for the love of money. for tha love of money. for
tha love of money. oh come on baby, unngh harder(for tha love
of
.)oh harder, harder, ohyeah! (for tha love of money.) umm
damn, work it aww yeah, (for tha love of money.) aww umm
ahhumm. (for tha love of money) for tha loveoohove of money.
(for tha
Of money) w
Hat people will do for tha love of money! (for tha love of
money.) you're just a sinner for tha love of money. (for tha
love of money) don't' you know, don't you know, don't you know
that money
He root of (for tha love of money) evil. for tha love of money.
for tha love of money. for tha love of money. for tha love of
money
5.Mr Quija
Ouija are you with me？ mo murda, mo murda, mo murda me now.
Dear mr. ouija, i want to know my future, will i die of murda,
of bloody murda？
Come come again,
Murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda,
Mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda.
Mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda,
Mo murda murda, mo murda, mo murda murda, mo murda.
Ouija are you with me？ with me.
Ouija are you with me？
I'm here.
Will i die of murda？
6.No Surrender
Robotic voice
We don't surrender! we don't surrender!
Bizzy
My nigga just entered your business, so can i get a witness？ can
you duck？ fuck the po-po, pow. startin' to kick this, gonna get
my shit, and then you fucked up. me buck. me bang. niggas ain't
t
' 'bout them thangs. thugs remain, hang, swang with a clique
tight claim, come again, now. they drop down when i'm off the
block. fuck them cops! me and krayzierunnin' through the
boneyard dai
Otta give 'em up to the glock-glock. so i can serve me thugs and
maintain to the brain, and thugs remain to slang thangs. long
live the dope game! and it won't end ya, as long as my niggas
remem
No pretender. get right up off the clair, nigga. fuck it! no
surrender.
Robotic voice
We don't surrender! we don't surrender!
Not wantin' the copper to hit me, a lick up, found me a victim
to stick up, pick up, rollin' the nine-ball. slippin' that's why
me trippin', bloody victim, get him when the time calls, dog.
take
Eleven, bailin', thuggin', knowin' these niggas well, then
bone's fuckin' with the hoes, here comes them po-pos. nigga,
that pig done peeped me, me gots to flees and get my creep on.
bone get go
It a wrong turn, mash the gas, and dash on. jump outta the
hottie, move me body, hittin' them cuts and trails. runnin' like
we're lunatics, gotta make it back to hayes hotel. escape and
eludin'
Hase, buckin' me gauge, so nigga, remember me killa, me no
me no surrender, me killa, me killa, me killa, me no surrender,
me kil
killa, me killa, me killa.
Wish
Puttin' me on my knees, tellin' me move and i'm dead. 'cause i'm
killin' all y'all bitches, turnin' them blue suits red. and then
i'm comin' to that funeral to shoot that bitch up, because i kno
T's where y'all bitches is bound to meet up. cop-killers all up
in they chest, and i know what to do with that vest, man.
twenty-two shots. i killa. you don't wanna fuck with bone,
nigga. and it
Ly ain't shit to pu1l a trigger on a copper. 'cause if i go
down, some of y'all goin' down, 'cause i'm goin' down poppin'.
so muthafuck all coppers. let me catch you slippin', nigga, bet
i pop y
Pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop!
pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop! pop!
Krayzie
You better believe it's judgement day. so, nigga, just throw
your pumps up in the air. now kill 'em, kill 'em couple like you
just don't care. when they come, they come creepin'. me peepin'.
got
Tch them po-pos sleepin', put 'em in deep in gutters. me keepin'
'til-a-me rich and gotta get mine, every time. this'll be over
in nine nine. so, nigga, get down for the crime, gonna be more
cop
Dyin' in the line of fuckin' with thugs when i be slangin' my
drugs. tryin' to cuff me and my nigga boy, gotta rip them guts,
and lay your head in blood. better check yourself next time you
test
Try to smoke a nigga. bitch, remember me killa. me no surrender.
me no surrender. nigga, me no surrender. me no surrender. don't
make me put one in ya. me no surrender. don't make me put one in
E no surrender.
Robotic voice
7.Thuggish Ruggish Bone
We're not against rap. we're not against rappers.
Shatasha：
Oh, it's the thuggish ruggish bone.
Layzie：
You're feelin' the strength of the rump, step up, hear the funk
of the jump that the thugstas feel, just be thuggin', straight
buzzin', lovin' your peoples 'cause we so real. chill, better
brin
R weapon, when steppin', bring on that ammunition, trip and
don't slip, not to mention, never knew no competition. but i
gotta get mine, so scream out, 'mo!' and let me hear ya holler
About that mighty dollar, ro1l with the bone, mo' thugs will
follow. chain gang remainin' the same, flamin' my dank and
drinkin' brew, thinkin' about that hangin', clockin' my bank,
and thuggi
Ues, fools.
Shatasha：
It's the thuggish ruggish bone.
Wish：
Get ready for the bone and the mo thug, bustas, you know me as a
hustla. try to creep and get beat, make me succeed, peep, gotta
put them under. strate jacket's gotta make that money, man. it'
Ll the same, now, bailin' in my black, trench vest. you gotta be
down to bang bang. come and get this teachin', ya soldiers, how
thugstas must stack. me drinkin' me brew 'til me skull crack,
N our way back.
Shatasha：
It's the thuggish ruggish bone.
Krayzie：
Now follow me, now, roll, stroll, off deep in the land. well,
creep if you can, take another swig to the brain, (rose),
loc'in', steady chokin' off that potent smoke and runnin' from
the po-po,
Gotta get 'em up with my thugstas, right turn to the double
glock. pull to the curb, smoke with my hustlas. puff, puff, puff
to the brain shot, love p.o.d.'ded and tweeded, gotta get
another
For my trunk. olde english, really don't need it, but in case my
trues wanna get drunk. they pump bone, so leave 'em alone--you
don't wanna get shut down. thug runnin' the nine-quat, and you
Er believe they be wantin' this thug style, so what now？ see the
bone thug claim, thug never gonna change, so flame up. sit back
and just smoke to the same cut, leather face on the creep, and
E up.
Shatasha：
It's the thuggish ruggish bone.
Bizzy：
Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop
when them buckshot blow. the bone in me never no ho, so no
creepin' up outta the ziplock. so, sin, sip gin, and lil' mo
heart run u
T up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin'
they bloody victims. ever if ya test nuts, to the chest and put
'em to rest, and, but i won't test bucks, put a hole up into me
ve
Nd gotta get through my soul, but they won't budge, mud, drug me
victim. the blood in me runnin' my mental, the thug in me, stuck
in me, keepin' it simple, the bone in me runnin' with thugs so,
He temple, buck when you duck to the thuggish ruggish t's. st.
clair p's, to appeal to the g's, and a buck to all my enemies.
Shatasha：
It's the thuggish ruggish bone.
We've got layzie and'a krayzie.
Bizzy's in the house. wish is in the house,
And flesh, and shatasha.
Cleveland's definitely in the house.
It's the thuggish ruggish bone.
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