Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Down Foe My Thang lyrics
[Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Down Foe My Thang lyrics]
Creepin' up outta the woods
Gotta give love to my hood
Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a 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
Number one nigga little Layzie
Nigga don't wanna fight
Runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers
Droppin' them thangs bone done told ya
Testin' nuts
So a nigga gonna have to show ya
Faded a nigga that stepped up
Let's slip in some shit
See 'em alls just stood up then
Put a foot up that ass
Had to blast that click-click
Sprayed the gauge, all cocked
And ready to spray down to the pave
Puttin' them souls up off in them graves
Dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed
Amazed, must I blaze
It's insane when I take that bud to the brain
Toke, choke, holdin' 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
Fin to blow that chest
But, you shoulda 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
Owns that rap game
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang
We runnin' with no hoes
And the bigger Bone that's
Known for gettin' his swerve on and
Kickin' it on the stage
Off in the rag, 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 rather go run a ho check
If you wanna test nuts with Flesh
I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda
You're runnin' up eye to eye with death
Praise the Flesh
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
Nigga
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang
Remember the Ripsta, sinister creeper
Reapin' 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
When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta
Buck 'em, buck 'em, motherfuck 'em
Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas
So back up off me no stack won't let me slip
When a nigga start to step, the weapon
Put 'em in the graveyard
Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest
The Ripsta
Quick to pick up the hollow points
And put 'em up in your brains, nigga
My little nigga, Mo! Hart
My bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast
Get up with the block at last
Blast they ass, pass cash, then stash
Me can killa for free for homies and family
Tell 'em to see me, that
Realer nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers
It don't stop
Drop P's to the SCT's and double Glock
Pop pop
Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug
You don't want fuck with, no buck with
Rip's breakin' 'em bustas
Blood, me fillin' 'em, like that nightmare
Me murder i show no mercy
Turn your back, clack back me gat
Diggin' 'em in the dirt, see
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load
My clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked
Gotta make my money
Slippin' me pump in my trench
And then click it
Now, nigga, it's rippin', steady clippin'
Not missin', thuggin' with me click
And now Leatherface
Takin' your life so ya best stay back
Tossin' the rest in a coffin
'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash
Buck a guard while walkin' past
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs
And I claim and hang with Ts
Niggas that make cheese for the green leaves
Gotta give peace, cause they swang these
Come, nigga, meet my hood
And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas:
Sin never been no busta
He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em
Bitch nigga, muthafuck 'em
Krayzie don't love 'em
Put 'em to rest and run
So the po-po don't catch up
-nigga can't be arrested
One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell
A felon 187
Eleven dwellin' better from the cell
And nigga that pick up Mossberg
The quicker you to the curb
Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr policeman
That's all you heard
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang bang, bang, bang, bang
Gotta give love to my hood
Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a 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
Number one nigga little Layzie
Nigga don't wanna fight
Runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers
Droppin' them thangs bone done told ya
Testin' nuts
So a nigga gonna have to show ya
Faded a nigga that stepped up
Let's slip in some shit
See 'em alls just stood up then
Put a foot up that ass
Had to blast that click-click
Sprayed the gauge, all cocked
And ready to spray down to the pave
Puttin' them souls up off in them graves
Dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed
Amazed, must I blaze
It's insane when I take that bud to the brain
Toke, choke, holdin' 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
Fin to blow that chest
But, you shoulda 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
Owns that rap game
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang
We runnin' with no hoes
And the bigger Bone that's
Known for gettin' his swerve on and
Kickin' it on the stage
Off in the rag, 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 rather go run a ho check
If you wanna test nuts with Flesh
I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda
You're runnin' up eye to eye with death
Praise the Flesh
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
Nigga
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang
Remember the Ripsta, sinister creeper
Reapin' 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
When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta
Buck 'em, buck 'em, motherfuck 'em
Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas
So back up off me no stack won't let me slip
When a nigga start to step, the weapon
Put 'em in the graveyard
Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest
The Ripsta
Quick to pick up the hollow points
And put 'em up in your brains, nigga
My little nigga, Mo! Hart
My bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast
Get up with the block at last
Blast they ass, pass cash, then stash
Me can killa for free for homies and family
Tell 'em to see me, that
Realer nigga, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers
It don't stop
Drop P's to the SCT's and double Glock
Pop pop
Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug
You don't want fuck with, no buck with
Rip's breakin' 'em bustas
Blood, me fillin' 'em, like that nightmare
Me murder i show no mercy
Turn your back, clack back me gat
Diggin' 'em in the dirt, see
Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up
They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump
Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load
My clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked
Gotta make my money
Slippin' me pump in my trench
And then click it
Now, nigga, it's rippin', steady clippin'
Not missin', thuggin' with me click
And now Leatherface
Takin' your life so ya best stay back
Tossin' the rest in a coffin
'cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash
Buck a guard while walkin' past
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs
And I claim and hang with Ts
Niggas that make cheese for the green leaves
Gotta give peace, cause they swang these
Come, nigga, meet my hood
And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas:
Sin never been no busta
He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em
Bitch nigga, muthafuck 'em
Krayzie don't love 'em
Put 'em to rest and run
So the po-po don't catch up
-nigga can't be arrested
One M-11 me sendin' niggas to hell
A felon 187
Eleven dwellin' better from the cell
And nigga that pick up Mossberg
The quicker you to the curb
Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr policeman
That's all you heard
Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang
Bone be me gang bang, bang, bang, bang