Bone Thugs -N- Harmony Creepin On Ah Come Up Lyrics

Devilish Eazy-E Voice
Right about now, Thugs~N~Harmony is on a come up, so to all you bustas out there, beware.

Bizzy
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4]

Krayzie
Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich. Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thang to click click, b____, gimme your s___. Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, f___ calm, I tried to stay thug. Got flowin' skills, but n____, they b____es, now I just can't buy my bud. With my steel, grabbed the 44 Mag' plus a sack, and I snag my leather rag. Can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag, ride to the hide', count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside, and I can't escape, some say it's a phase. If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge. It's a raid. Put your face to pave. If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed. Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe. I s_____ed the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said, "b____, you better move quick back to the safe, if you wanna be killed try some stupid s___." "And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell." Trail to the back with the money in the sack, l
ocked 'em all in the vault, time to bail. Well, tickets I'm out the door, hopped in the smug, and I break fast. Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash. At last, n____ made good, and I got away smooth. Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks, only description is that n____ with that leather face, fool. I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin'. Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya. See, a n____ creep on ah come up.

Bizzy
Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4]

Layzie
See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a n____ feelin' down, steady thinkin' about how to get paid. Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder that'll get a n____ locked the cage. Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause. What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit, but a real lick, like robbin' a jewelry store. Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown, 'cause tonight's the night. Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face so a n____ can't be seen in the spotlight. Stole two cars, and I parked one north, parked one east for the smooth switch. When a n____ bail, how the f___ he gonna tell if a n____ don't dwell in the same s___? Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene, and there's no one I can spot. So I get my a__ down, walked around to the window, and I broke the b____ out with a rock. Now I jump my a__ in. Start to fillin' up the bag, and a n____ comin' up on these diamonds. Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings, and some ropes, still
thinkin' how them diamonds was shining. Went to the cash register, broke the b____ open, grabbed all the money they had. And a n____ gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah, got to let my n____s check out my bag. And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the s___ planned, and ain't no bullshit get brung up. That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid, 'cause a n____ be creepin' on ah come up.

Bizzy

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*4]

Downin' Jamacian spliffs, little n____ Ripsta on this lick and bang bang. n____ that's the clique on my brain. Yet another victim, insane. Feel the murderous nerve-this twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me. Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis. Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me c___ this. n____ must've been meant to be jacked, 'cause here comes me hostage. Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, should've seen her tremble. Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms. It's just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried 'em. Don't gimme no hassle, b____! 'Cause I've been scopin' for weeks, and I know y'all got some s___. Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin'. Ladies and babies scream onto the floor. "Shut up and listen!" It's a jack move, fools. Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese, and answer me why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause b____es are dyin'? "Blood'n clot, get up! You dead!": What one of them ni
ggas said. Buckshot up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red. One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness. See, made out with a smooth thirty G's. So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness. So with-a-me slug, Mo Thug jumped into him smug. Rolled the blunt up, good stuff reefer, hitted the Bone to give up love to me thugs. 'Cause I done made it clean as f___, and I flees the scene with a buck buck, 'cause a n____ be creepin' on ah come up.

Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves. [*8]