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Down Foe My Thang

アーティスト：Bone Thugs-N-Harmony  アルバム：Creepin On Ah Come Up EP  作詞：HENDERSON ANTHONY/HOWSE STANLEY/HOWSE STEVEN/MC CANE BRYON  作曲：WELDON DAVID C 

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Layzie Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on ah come up. Niggas be tryin' run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death. Now they done up. Gun up, hunt my blunt up. Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady. Call me lightweight crazy #1 nigga little Layzie. Nigga don't wanna faint, runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs. Bone done told you. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gonna have to show you. Faded a nigga that stepped up, then slipped in some shit. Seen 'em all's just stood up then put a foot up that ass, had to blast that clique-clique. Sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave'. Puttin' them souls up off up in a grave, dwell in hell, they'll all lay slain. Amazed, must I blaze. It's insane when I take that bud to the brain. Toke, choke, hold in me smoke until-a-me strained, feelin' no pain. Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept and I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin', danglin' up under the trench, finna blow that chest through, you should've wore a vest fool. 'Cause the Bone don't front. Nigga check or get wrecked. Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC. Loc'd out with the khakis and high-techs. Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money man. Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we house that rap game. Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (Bone be me gang.) [*2] Flesh Well what do ya know hoes, and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on. And kickin' it on the stage. Off in a raid gettin' my serve on. So, leave 'em alone. They come. They need to be shown that Bone done chrome-blown, lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on. You'd better go run a ho check, if you wanna test nuts with Flesh, I'm fin' to lynch ya, mo murda! You're runnin' up eye to eye with death. Face to face, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss, and this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin. Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em, greetin' 'em with me nine. Runnin' with thugs and hustlas and murderin' 'em every time. Layzie Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (Bone be me gang.) [*4] Bizzy Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper, rippin' up that set with a street-sweeper. Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter. Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver.



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