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No Shorts, No Losses

アーティスト:Bone Thugs-N-Harmony  アルバム:E. 1999 Eternal  作詞:HENDERSON ANTHONY/HOWSE STANLEY/HOWSE STEVEN/MC CANE BRYON  作曲:MC CLOUD KENNETH LEWIS/MIDDLETON TIM 

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Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man! ) (*4) Layzie I'm takin' a swig of the burb, word, downin' my fifth and I swerve, drunk as I sit on the curb. Get up to purchase some herbs, to ease up my nerves while a nigga got rocks to serve. Heard about thugs and hustlas, but I never knew none like us before. We're druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. Suck these thuggish ruggish nuts! Peep this cut, make a nigga wanna do some dirt. Puttin' in work, and I hit 'em where it hurts. Puttin' it down. Bone first. And I'll hit 'em with a Ouija curse, from worse to worst. Duck if you wantin' to test Bone. The conse-sequences are fatal. Ready be strapped, pap, with-a-me sawed-off, clack back, cause I be livin me label: Ruthless. And I steady be down, just foe tha love of money, yeah. For the love of the Wasteland Clair. For the love that brought me here. Droppin' P's to the double glock, ready when the trouble knocks. Pop, pop your pistol now. If a nigga wanna run up, gun up, put him on the ground, make him lay down, stay down. Harmony smooth with the thug shit. Mo Murda to the fools that clone. Five niggas loc'd out with the roughness. And it's war tryin' to craft these Bones. Bring on your stretchers, you're dearly-departed, you'll rest in a coffin for darin' to cross this. Come and get that ass tossed by the boss, bitch! Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man! ) (*4) Krayzie Niggas come fuck with me now! Krayzie that nigga that pump, pump! Nigga that's my daily thang. Down with the bang, bang, swangin' them thangs, it really don't matter man. Insane to the brain, my nigga, so how could you ever compete with this trigger. Bitch if you decide you want some of this now, bite one bit and nigga we're comin' to cut 'cha. Everyday be the same old: St. Clair to flip on the same ho-niggas that be tryin' to study the thugs. But nigga back up it's a bone thing, what? Never takin' no shorts or no losses, creepin' up outta me clique see. Mo Murda! Mo Murda! And Ouija will be with me. Creepin' on ah come-up, doin it foe tha love of money. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves, ready to pap you if we have to. Remember me no surrender. Kill 'em me dig real deep in a coffin. Me no pretender. Leathaface takin' no shorts or no losses. Bizzy (Wish) Bone come break 'em down! (Takin' no shorts no losses man! ) (*3) Bone come break 'em down, way down, lay down. (Takin' no shorts no losses man!) Wish Ain't takin' no shorts or no losses, tossin' niggas all up in them coffins. Let 'em know when niggas run up, I gun 'em. Gotta let 'em know who the boss is, see. Pop, pop, let 'em


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