Bone Thugz n Harmony Down Foe My Thang Lyrics

Layzie
Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood. Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on ah come up. n____s 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 n____ little Layzie. n____ don't wanna faint, runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs. Bone done told you. Testin' nuts, so a n____ gonna have to show you. Faded a n____ that stepped up, then slipped in some s___. Seen 'em all's just stood up then put a foot up that a__, had to blast that clique-clique. Sprayed the gauge, all c___ed, 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 s___ 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. n____ 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. When I'm in me smugsta, never the studio thugsta. Buck 'em! Buck 'em! m____fuck 'em. Thug never done bluff and f___ them bustas. So back up off me. No Stack won't let me slip. When a n____ start to step, then wet 'em, put 'em in the graveyard. b____, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, n____. My little n____, Mo! Hart, my bigger n____, Sin. Dash fast, get 'em up with the block at last blast they a__, pass cash, then stash, me can killa for free for homies and family. Tell 'em to see me, that realer n____, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers. It don't stop. Drop P's to the S-C-T's and double glock. Pop, pop! Here's the slug from the twelve-gauge thug. You don't want f___ with, nor buck with, Rip's breakin' on bustas. Blood, me feelin' 'em like it hurts. Me murder
. I show no mercy. Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see?

Krayzie
Get ready to duck, b____, or get f___ed up! They never could f___ with me sawed-off pump. b____ if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, n____, y'all all f___ed. Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in me trench, and then click it. Now, n____ this rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me clique. And now Leathaface takin' your life so you best stay back, tossin' the rest in a coffin, 'cause n____s be runnin' up, talkin' trash. Buck a guard while walkin' past. Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang, and I claim and hang with thieves. n____s that make cheese for the green leaves. Gotta give P's, 'cause they swang these. Come n____, meet my hood and found nothin' but thugs and hustlas. Sin never been no busta, he'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, b____. n____, m____fuck 'em! Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run so the po-po don't catch up. n____ can't be arrested. One M-11, me sendin' n____s to hell, and you're felon, 187. Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and n____ that pick up M
ossberg, the quicker you get to the curb. Put one to the temple. Pump to Mr. Policeman, that's all you heard.

Layzie
Bang-bang, gotta get down foe my thang. (Bone be me gang.) [*4]

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

Gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang [*13]

Bone-always will