Bone Thugs-N-Harmony e. 1999 eternal - eternal Lyrics

Layzie
Where you from, n____? Straight from the m____fuckin' Land of the Heartless: five true thugs from the double-glock, [and you fall] ready to pop to the dome. Eternally, it's on. Yeah!

Straight Mo Thug n____, return from the Clair. Test this hustla--better not dare. We thug on the block, and distributin' llello. Little Layzie be there daily collectin' me bankroll. Rollin' with trues, nothin' to lose, nevertheless ain't about that talkin'. Screamin' out murder, comin' to serve ya, n____, we told you. Bone be stalkin' sleepwalkin'. #1 a__assin pick up the pump and then causin' the twelve gauge eruption. Let loose with a buckshot blast and Bone up outta the cut, and me buckin'. Eternally here to stay in the khakis suits and the high-tech boots. Oops! I'm comin' with troops. Fools be ready to shoot, collectin' my loot. Blazin' up, burnin' my brain, that's the insane. I crept and I came. n____s that fell off, they thought they can hang. Gettin' 'em slain, tryin' to f___ with the chain gang. Bang! Straight Land of the Heartless, where the thugs be thinkin' on executions, straight prosecution, Lil' Lay go buck and start confusion.

Krayzie [Layzie]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [I swang with a click tight claim.]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Swang with a click tight claim.]

Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Come swang with a click tight claim.]

Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Swang with a click tight claim.]

Bizzy
[Pow, now] Come and then fall to me hollow points, now. Pow! Pullin' that body underground, put 'em in the grave, they lay away down. Clair playas, stay down. I'm one of the thuggest m____fuckas in your city in ah me strapped-back ride, ready. Be pap-pap in broad daylight. Chill with me, roll-roll-roll to the Boneyard. Hit that hydro. That's where all we bail, that's where all we sell, where I better keep that high on my mind, fried. Ride to the darkside. Feel the darkness-East 99. Mine the thugs, I loves 'em. Heartless, yeah! Follow me, now, and ride. Follow me, come inside. You can run, but won't escape alive. So many tried, but died.

Krayzie
n____s be runnin' and duckin' the bullets. They try to escape me, but only get sprayed. Gotta get away, when the po-pos chase me (chase me), so me ready with-a-me gauge. Bang-bang! Put 'em in a coffin. Buck, pump. Dumpin' they bodies, come again. Dumpin' they bodies, murder them, who in they posse? Thug, what? Check out the glock-glock, quick to hit it, we swang. n____s slang that 'caine and remain, smoke bud all day and maintain. They come, they gun, they run from the po-po. Jump the fence hit ninety-fifth and now, n____, let's roll some s___. Let's smoke. Out thuggin' for money, well d___, that's tellin' po-po back up off me. n____, me f___ed up now. Little Tommy screamin' out, "Six-five!" That's when-a-me jumped up. I'm out, now. Little n____ playin' with them holice, hit the Clair, get 'em up with Bill, Will, Rod J. n____ need some weed. That's funny, I ain't got no money. n____ put me down, swing to the bus stop. Swig some brews. Really don't drink, but it's for me trues. Four crazy n____s with nothin' t
o lose.

Krayzie [Layzie]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [I swang with a click tight claim.]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Swang with a click tight claim.]

Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Come swang with a click tight claim.]

Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Swang with a click tight claim.] Pow! [*2]

Wish
Heeeeyyyy, now from the C-Town. We be down, thug n____s know Strate came up. n____, wanna test? Must rest buckshots all in that chest, he's f___ed up. Killas for the n____ that's real, ain't in with that Clair, bleed in the dump. Pop when they run, gun, bodies goin' fall. My Cleveland n____s, what's up? Get down for that thang in the game. Bang-bang if you have to. Beatin' n____s down in any town. Now don't let me catch you. Mentality straight from the C-Town where everyday n____s get beat down. Better think before you run up. I gun up. But I think he peeps game now. To the n____s, there's just nobody f___in' with Bone. Swang with a click tight claim. It's on. Eternally flow style, n____ that's Bone.

Krayzie [Layzie]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [I swang with a click tight claim.]
Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Swang with a click tight claim.]

Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Come swang with a click tight claim.]

Keepin' 'em on the run with-a-me shotgun. [Swang with a click tight claim.] Pow! [*3]