Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Thin C - 1, 2, 3 lyrics

Chka-chka-chkahhh (one, to the two, to the two, to the three)
LDT, Layzie Bone
(to the 7, 7, the 7, 7, the 7 we say)

1 for the (shine) 2 for the
3 for the (family) 4 for the, 5 for the
6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

Skull and crossbones
Been Layzie when the Shop Boyz was babies
I was +Partyin Like a Rock Star+ in
A hot car in the 80's
Can't play me, I'm crazy
I wish a nigga would
Snatch a nigga by his flesh
And really represent the hood
Now the night is mine
I've been all around the globe
Chasin this money, doin them shows
Playa I carry the whole load
See my family is my everythang
My money take care everythang
These nuts I let 'em hang
Can't nobody do it better mayne
What's understood don't need to be explained
Never ask Ronny to tell ya
I'm on a whole 'nother level
I do it cause I'm the shit-shit, you
Son of a bitch, i'm rich
How many times I got to tell these
Niggas to stay up off the dick?
We too big types for
Fist-fights, wanna start shit
How you been tight
My niggas is known to up pipe
Squeeze on niggas like "Fuck life"
What I shine dawg, I'ma grind dawg
I remind y'all again
I don't do this to be famous
I do it for my kids

1 for the (shine) 2 for the (money)
3 for my family cause my babies got to know
4 for the (grind) 5 for the (rhyme)
6-7 gotta lock-n-load, 'bout to rock-n-roll

Wheels spinnin dippin
All runaway slaves in white linen
Flourescent blue, that's for the Titans
Nigga we get in christ-like, crisis
Isis we are the righteous
I'm fightin for the breath of our lightnin
Aw yeah sweat that, technique, never that
Ready set go
Gangsta you know I shed tears as
My shotguns steadily go blow
As we lift up off the flo'
I smoke squares on the holy
Ground, hold it now, whoa
Forty more days to flip yo' mind
Nigga you'll seek and you'll find
We in the circumference in an
Abundance, my ambulances is warning, i'm
Straight out no mushy pussy
Way off to eat a tushy
We monster mash it, no cookies
Fuck it homie we rookies understand it
Don't get caught up in my looky-looky
Cocky niggas get shot
So nigga don't try to push me
Burn that, nigga you earned that
Now learn that
Christ will fill you in the buildin
Little Layzie turn that

Talkin shit but I can back it up
These niggas ain't no match for us
I been doin this shit so long man these
Niggas ain't got no chance with us
A breath of fresh air
Like I'm new in the league
LeBron James on these niggas too much power
Too much steam
Smoke good weed and cigarettes
Like Young Nob' I'm still a threat
I'm gone off that ol' shit
Really y'all ain't seen nothin yet
Listen to my battle cry
"Art of War" will never die
Roll with me you better ride
Sucka shit'll never slide
One for the shine, two for the money
Give it back to my Heavenly Father
He the only one can take it from me
Three for my family, four for they future
The only reason I give a fuck
Otherwise I'd shoot ya
Five to stay alive, and six to keep grinding
Seven to get to heaven dawg
It's all about perfect timing
What's on my motherfuckin mind is this
These playa haters got me twisted
Rewind it if ya missed it

Hey, yeah, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll
Yeah, hey said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll
Hey, yeah, said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll
Yeah, hey said I'm 'bout to rock-n-roll