Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Da Introduction Lyrics

Welcome to the darkside.
Backwards (Shatasha): It's the thuggish ruggish Bone . . .
Eazy-E: Eternal. Eternal. Eternal . . .
St. Clair, n____s [n____s, n____s].
[Laughing. Scream. Thunder.]
Backwards (Bizzy): Gotta give it on up to the glock glock, pop pop, better drop before them buckshot blow. The Bone in me never no ho, so no creepin' up outta the ziplock. So, Sin, sip gin, and Lil' Mo Heart run up, nut up, and flipped in, then slipped in the clip then, mistakin' they b_____ victims. 'Member to test nuts . . .
[Explosion.]
Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck!
[Laughing.]
Right back at your m____fuckin' a__ comes those real true thugs staight of the Double Glock, puttin' it down for the m____fuckin' Land, takin' no shorts, no losses, puttin' it on these jealous, b____-made, playa hatin' a__ n____s. You better tell me what's real, b____. Takin' over s___ in the nine five, I bring to you the one and only, Bone thugs-n-harmony.
n____, this St. Clair [this St. Clair, this St. Clair].

Layzie:
Yeah, n____.
Krayzie:
Execution double nine style, steadily fillin' them bodies underground.
Bizzy:
n____ be all about that llello bankroll. Bet I make that money, man, then roll, put it on the dough, but I beat up hoes, and I peel 'em and bang. Gotta get them demons off me, creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul, and sleepin' ain't good til dawn. When I'm alone, and I'm dozin', bet I watch the door, then I won't be slippin', sleepin'. Lovin' the thugs I bails with, but a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, one-eighty-seven and a two-eleven. Twelve gauge and an AK-47 spray. Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave--they lay with a slug stuck all up in ya. When I roll with realer n____s, pop, pop. Drop to the sound, hit the ground, then I'm up to kill ya.

Krayzie:
Them St. Clair thugs, we love when they pumpin' them slugs, now what, see the blood from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the mud. They drugged. I roll with them trues. Snooze, you lose, end up on the alley floor f___ed up. What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new. So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks. Bust a left at the block. Hey, what do ya know? Oh, no, the po-po--they follow. Copper gotta see the n____ layin' but can't escape, but n____, remember my motto: me no surrender. Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness, hit the other side, and I swang to the ride, rollin' through the cut, hit ninety-five. Peel, bailin' for safety we make it and chill, gotta make a mill, better not get caught for real. n____, drop that bill, or I pop my steel. Ain't no competition, don't f___ with my click, and so listen you b____es that trippin' so get when we stickin' then lickin' them pockets. So drop that dollar, man. Gotta holler, bang. f___in' with a thug n____ smokin' blunts. n____,
don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, n____, you know when our pockets get (?) I'm a run and get a sack, and come choke, choke, choke.

Layzie:
Now you're f___in' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride, gettin' high off thai. My n____s in the Land got glocks for days on the nine-nine. But I kill 'em all, dog. Bet Layzie don't fall with the twelve gauge eruption on n____s, so what now? Come, n____, get buck, pow, and not only that, get shut the f___ down. And I'm talkin' about n____s that wanna contend with them thugstas. Some n____s done f___ed up, never no playa haters in the click's allowed, and we never no bustas. Never catch a n____ sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell. Daily collectin' me mill, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails. Oh, well.

Krayzie:
Execution double nine style,
with Layzie:
steadily sendin' that body underground.