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    This track is tight you should be clapping your hands
    (clapping your hands) [4x]

    As we ride by the end of the night
    You will envision how thugstas play
    Can you handle the vibe

    Pedal to the medal we see blue light

    They wanted to get RIP fuckin wit my sawed-off
    Polish it all down till it replenish
    Soon As I'm finished my pistol get jealous especially 357 me punish you
    Buck at me bangin wit your magnum for
    You crept and you came and shit changed
    M-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 get that gangster getting a demon you can conjure up and see
    If we get angels pinnin my ankles bloody murder fuck wit Jesus
    He done creeping deep puttin those to sleep till I raise up on my enemies
    Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt and 400 years of oppression
    Spread the message I ain't finished diminished you so called critics
    And fuck them billboard and the billboard status me kick it
    You fucked up for a while up outta the town but that was a trial
    Man and I don't know how style through with them crowds and now
    I got to kick it breakin new ground wantin my people to gather around
    Remember the sound of the rounds came from my town
    That only a bitch would bite that we can't allow
    And they won't claim my style ready to beat you down
    Hittin them tombstones (sellin volumes) getting in costumes now
    I'm rolling with Makaveli pinnin my pistol steady ready
    Buck them flames aim for the pressure point
    And a point where I break your hand in nigga yeah

    I beg your pardon my nigga but how do you know me
    I roll in your city and people be pinnin me yo but some nigga just told me
    He put in your record and you was disrepectin off the T-O-P
    Should've put him in his coffin now go seek 'em and found pow pow
    Put him in the river now nigga who wild wild
    What incredible style that's what you was thinkin
    when you tried to get it down
    We see that you fuck with a daily crowd so nigga just turn your ass out
    Whenever you ready to rumble my nigga just meet us outside of the club
    Ready to slang slugs nigga done got to drunk and forgot that we claim MO'
    Nigga this shit is ridiculous
    just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us
    Buck you to hell it was nigga you down with us
    Nigga you scared when a St. Clair nigga bust
    Aw Fuck left his guts in my trunk nigga tried a 211 fucked around got 187
    Niggas wit heat who could it be nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery
    We come in peace nigga please freeze
    Put 'em on they knees nigga don't even breathe and these
    Are the warriors killas destroyin ya you're gonna die


    The hatin season ceasing agree nigga let this be the reason
    Niggas from Cleveland fin to get even
    steven stoppin you bitches from breathing
    Time is up you know you can't cop that thugs who rap fin to put down payments
    Criminal mind state of lyricist wanna test us nigga hear this
    My niggas are down with the murder mo
    Real thuggas and killas that claim
    I'm ready to win it my nigga
    now bet it be ripped to the finish everyday be the same
    But artillery shop stackin Bone got heat for Armageddon
    Ready for the war all day want action Playa hation steadily spray 'em
    Hit 'em with the buck buck bang my nigga this shit don't stop
    The government all on my dick wanna see little Lay Bone drop
    You see the policeman they give me no break
    Fin to rest in peace when they try to send me up state no thanks
    I got mo money up outta the bank these niggas are stackin our rocks
    Refuse the peace and nevertheless then you can roll with the bone so come on

    When all goes down when all goes down you can count on me
    Cause I got Mo thugs Bone thugs N Harmony and that's my calvary
    If you ride with Bone you ain't alone nigga trust us
    Follow me down these wicked streets I grew up on
    Wanna sound like us
    Ain't nothing to do we come for you kiss mommy bye-bye you gone die
    And I got heat for every heat you bring you shoot we shoot
    Better watch out watch out for them thugsta thugsta niggas sneakin up on you
    I told you it's comin Armageddon (It's comin Armageddon)
    New world order (new world order) If we get our shit together
    Bitches ain't nothin we none
    Make this shit on the streets for you to know to know
    we gettin our shit together
    Better get your shit together cause when you go you go you go


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