Bone Thugs-N-Harmony - Gun Blast lyrics

Yeah, better back up off me
Nigga never no softy
Boy, I'll stop your heartbeat
While you out in the street yellin out
What you finna do to me
In the middle of your speech I'mma sweep
You off your feet to sleep
Fuckin with these thugs
Keep thinkin y'all don't bleed
Blood and I'mma
Make you a believer - pop pop!
What you receiver
A motherfuckin bullet from
My automatic pistol hit you, him too
And all the rest of them
Niggas that you got wit'cha
I'm collected and quiet, but surprise nigga
I get live jumpin up out of that rugged
Dump it
Finna show these niggas a little somethin
Reppin shit for Bone Thugs


Nigga don't test mine to the redline
But like my Mo Thug niggas say ball
Show 'em the gunline (gunline)
Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to
(yeah if you want to) and a nigga gon' be on
Yo' ass like skunk's funk, pyew!
I grab my dick
Let my nuts swing from my thang
(swing from my thang)
If you's a anybody killa nigga
Let the bullets rain
We be puttin 'em up straight
Cause if you ain't
You done got into some shit
With the thuggish
(thuggish) ruggish (ruggish) bloody
Murder clique

Comin to slay
Fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast
Comin to slay
Fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast
Comin to slay
Fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast
Comin to slay
Fuckin 'em up with me gun gun blast

Undercover man, how you want it man?
I'm a fool on the loose with a gun in hand
I got a sho' shot aim for the runnin man
That'll stop you in the tracks
When I'm dumpin man
They did somethin man, niggas talk real loud
Real fly out they mouth when you ain't around
Talkin like a nigga stole they style
When a nigga show up these niggas bow down
Pound for pound from the shoulders
Nigga I'm the coldest, little soldier
Big niggas are ruthless
How quick are you niggas?
Believe I got somethin for ya
In the holster, in the bushes cocked
Up on the porch I got a gauge and Glock
Corner to corner this thang on lock
Yeah it's hot on this block
Nigga got everything short of
Cannons +Wild N Out+
But, I ain't Nick Cannon nigga got M-11's
SR-15's and I plan to let niggas have it
Fuck this rappin if it come down
To it nigga disrespectin what's happenin
My family, my money, my thugs
Myself my nigga I'm flat out blastin
Countin out caskets on you bastards smashin
If I'm ever forced to bring the action
I'mma ride down I'm pistol packin
We can definetly get it crackin
Old fashioned like the wild
West, Ghetto Cowboys, nigga '06
Fake niggas and real niggas in the
Real world just don't mix

I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?
Take it to the head or the face, wrong place
You can do it, never been a sucka
Nigga runnin with a Thugger, not in the game
Nigga runnin with a Thuggish
Ruggish in my range
Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne
Bet you won't leave the same way you came
We soldiers tight
Put up your stripes we'll rip them off
Slash somebody
Back with a attitude that's right
I'm sick with the money spent
On bulletproof nigga fight, fight
Handle that, nigga handle that
Give back to the music, fuck that (fuck that)
Reach back, throw back
Everybody in the car gotta lean back
See now the game was soft so we back
Hit 'em in the head with a relapse
Younger than most of you niggas
So what? You die (you die) you die
If I decide then we ride
If it's on you rock-a-bye bye
Thuggstas straight up warned you you will
Obey mine
Oh we will ride, yes we ride in the nighttime
It really don't matter, gettin high
Yup in the daylight
Thuggstas no fools, we know the rules
Don't get too close with a attitude
Dude, cause ooh
Won't like how I give it to you

Gun blast