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    [Chorus] Sit back, and let this thugshit,
    Clog Up Yo' Mind [x3]


    Now, I'm ah nigga ta keep ta myself, and don't fuck wit' nobody
    I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'. Why are y'all so fast?
    Ain't time ta take ta quicken put to derail my thugs
    Well I might be Krayzie, civilized, I cruize in my Mercedes
    as ah bye-bye, nigga feel tha Bone, now spray, hey
    especially foe tha police, man. I'm ah nigga wit' thugshit
    cause I'm runnin' wit' tha niggaz in tha hood and that's how we play
    Wanna feel ah my spray-pump hit yo' chest, and finally realize
    who you're fuck with, fuckin with them niggaz in Cleveland
    ya do whateva like he say
    Then flip again, in the Land, got tha upperhand
    cause I got tha gripping good delay
    If you niggaz can dash, wit' tha lethal mass
    and then pass wit' tha very blast
    It ain't innocent, you should never been there
    in tha first place, fall, you got yo' curse today, hah
    Willin' die-hard nigga, wanna give up fakin
    nut devotion just do what you want
    So bitch, Krayzie Bone, real it now, and when did they lose?
    You'll feel the vibe, nigga
    Killin cause I'm Krayzie, nigga, cause I got to get the money
    get the platinum fund to pay
    But I'm ah be ah thinkin bout my niggaz
    when I got ta do sum flippin', if ah nigga ain't got my back



    Foe tha love of tha money, I keep spenidin' yo
    Just sum pap low shit, gotta let 'em hang low
    Swangin' lead from my 44 magnum though
    Wit' ah nuttin' indo smoke, when my thugs be sure, sure
    Hope ya know, I rip heartz, it's on, jackin' move
    then ya betta figure again, and quit plottin
    Takin' over this everyday, stoppin' to tha tough
    Double Glock and it's not forgotten
    Bitchez drop in Tha Clair
    It's tha Bone Thugs, in this shit wit' Eazy E and we made it
    and ah nigga wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous
    I'd still leave 'em in tha streetz, you can't blame us (lady luv)
    cause when they catch me without my heat, and I'm thuggin
    in tha streetz and I'm rollin
    Thuggin by the deadliest G's, you can't fuck wit us
    to the pressure out of pressure, I'm loadin, blow you up
    Y'all know we don't worship sin, it's tha heartz of men
    and we'd tested stress, wanna be blessed consists of tha sin
    in tha wayz of tha sin, to be dead. [Chorus]


    And I promised, that all tha soulz would last
    til the dayz of tha livez of tomorrow
    and if you'd follow, tha end of the world
    should ah come ah so soon, so I just follow, I know
    I know, hey, how ta get down foe my thang
    enemiez fold ya, lettin' me soulz, gonna catch ya
    flossin' all tha way
    Welcome to Tha Land, where all my chemicalz unfold
    it goez, around up in slow-mo
    Been tickin', and I land down to Newport
    I'm alone, yes, but I may not rest
    Police will see me silenced stressin
    Nigga was steppin' up in ah, when I catched them thievin
    and I got 'em and there, gotta learn their lesson
    Blastin', no more, no I'm not havin' it
    Breakin' apart foe neva my daddy
    Lil' Ripsta defeat go pathless, so I get crazy
    and I face now's nasty blastin
    For tha Bone, For tha Bone, hit 'em up, and lesson up tha violence
    Screamin' on ah my murda mo, bullets get niggaz, let's begin
    ah new riot, hittin, and buckin them down to tha pave
    Cause I'm in tha new sense of me grave
    Couldn't you hataz, wouldn't be saved, hate 'em
    Hate ta shook, and put ah pen up in dem
    Foe tha love of money makin' go crazy
    and Benjamin Franklin pleaze come save me
    Hit tha weed, and y'all in, rollin yo finga but spot ya
    Bam em, yam em, fiend foe tha greenm see everybody sweatin
    foe tha scenez, still in ah myst wit' tha clich
    an unpropable way of ah trial 'cause it's tha funk, sing



    (Now give it to 'em)
    Ya, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state
    wit' tha Bone, B-ONE. We steadily grieve on, givin' you what
    you need man, clone Bone, shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em
    let 'em know Bone in tha fukkin' war (no, no)
    you hataz make feellike, you wanna feel my motherfuckin 44
    But I gotta stay clean, it's cool, then unless he freein
    I'm mean sum cheeze, me and my niggaz, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug
    cavalry, on tha streetz
    Ready ta ride, when it's time ta ride, ready ta kill
    when it's time ta kill, you gon' die, you' gon' die
    I've been tryin if you really wanna ride on down wit' Bone
    then come on, come on. If ya really wanna ride, get down
    but get stuff, but ya come on, come on


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