Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Handle the Vibe Lyrics

Krayzie:
(This track is tight/This record starts), you should be clappin' your hands.
Clappin', clappin' your hands, your hands.
As we ride, by end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play. Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

Bizzy:
They wanted to get Rip. Equip my sawed-off, polish it all done, 'til it replenished, soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous, especially .357, me punish you. Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You crept and you came, ain't s___ changed: M-11s, grenades, and them AK-47s bang. n____s was sayin' you came and you went. Now, bet on the real, it's all the way to the bank, and you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon, you can conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my ankles b_____ murder, f___ with Jesus. He done creepin' deep, puttin' those to sleep 'til I raise up on my enemy. Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt, and four hundred years of oppression. Spread the message: I finished, diminished you so-called critics and f___ them Billboards, and the Billboard status me kick it. You f___ed-up for awhile, (...?...), but that was a trial. Man, and I don't know how, style through with them crowds, and now I got to kick it, get on the ground wantin' my people to gather around, remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town, and only a b____ would bite, that we can't allow, then they won't claim my style, ready to beat you down, hittin' them tombstones, (sellin' volumes), get in them costumes, now I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready, and buck them flames, aim for the pressure point, a point where I break your head in.

Krayzie:
I beg your pardon, my n____, but how do you know me? I roll in your city and people be pinnin' me, yo, but some n____ just told me, he put in your record, and you disrespectin' off the T-O-P. Should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go seek 'em and found. Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, n____, who wild [wild]? What an incredible style, that's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get it down. We see that you f___ed with a daily crowd, so, n____, just turn your a__ out. Whenever you're ready to rumble, my n____, just meet us outside of the club, ready slang slugs. n____ done got too drunk, and forgot that we claim Mo. n____, this s___ is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us. Buck you to Hell, it was n____, you down with us. n____, you scared when a St. Clair n____ bust. Aw, f___! Left his guts in my trunk. n____ tried a 211, f___ed around, got 187. n____s with heat, who could it be? Nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery, we come in peace. n____, please, freeze, put 'em on they knees, n____, don't even breathe, and these are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya. You're gonna die.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.

Layzie:
The hation season is ceasin', agree. n____, let this be the reason: n____s from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you b____es from breathin'. Time is up. You know you can't cop that thug whose raps fin to put down payments, criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna test nuts? n____, hear this: my n____s are down with murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim, I'm ready to win it, my n____, now bet it be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same, but artillery shop, be stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon. Ready for the war all day, want action? Playa hation steady, we spray. Hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang. My n____, the s___ don't stop. The government all on my d___, wanna see Lil Lay Bone drop. You see the policemen they give me no break, fin to rest in peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks. I got mo' money up outta the bank, these n____s are stackin' our rocks, refuse the peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with the Bone, so come on, so come on.

Wish:
When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 'Cause I got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs-n-harmony, and that's my cavalry. If you ride with Bone, you ain't alone, n____ trust us, follow me down to wicked streets I grew up on. Wanna sound like us, and none of you do. We come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. You gon' die, and I got heat for every heat you bring. You shoot, we shoot. Better watch out, watch out for them thugsta n____ n____s sneakin' up on you. I told you: it's comin'--Armageddon [it's comin'--Armageddon], new world order [new world order]. If we get our s___ together. b____es ain't nothin', we none. Make this s___ on the streets for you to know, to know we gettin' our s___ together. Better get your s___ together, 'cause when ya go, ya go, ya go.

As we ride, by the end of the night, you will envision how thugstas play.
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the metal, we see blue light.