Bone Thugs-N-Hamrony East 1999 Lyrics

Layzie
East 1999 my n____s!
Think about back in the days when the year was '89. Little n____ on the grind, gotta get mine, doin' my crime with 2 in here, steady stackin' my ends, put my serve down on the Clair 9-9. Hittin' up the Graveyard Shift with Real, Little Will, Big Wally, and Wish Bone. Little Wally highrollers, and he wonder why n____s so strong. Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod J--much love, kept a n____ on his toes in the game. It's an everyday thang, when you let your nuts hang, gotta make a grand at least daily, man. Them Cleveland hustlas, never no bustas. Thug to the heartbeat of n____s from the Land fool, and the old school. Just serve out your sentence and be cool. f___in' with trues. Rest In Peace, little n____ Ripsta, stressed that Bone love. Smokin' on bud, 'cause a n____ Mo Thug callin' all my n____s when it's time to nut 'em. In the 9-9, haters gonna drop to the #1 with the gun, so run run. Cleveland is the city where a n____ come from, slangin' them dum-dums.

Krayzie
n____s it's goin' down, up in the C-Town. Get 'em up with the thug (thug) and that n____ with the bud (bud). Get the fifth of Rose, but the liquor store closed and I'm all out the forty. Raise up, n____. Burn up the buddah, smoke it all up. n____, don't stiff on the reefer. Mo! runnin' up outta the cut with this fresh sack of hydro, and this s___ is creeper. Peep the street, bust again on Double Glock-glock with-ah-me rocks. Cops sweatin' me block. Copper better drop when the gunshot pop, blood, dumpin' the body and the bullshit stop. Whenever the trouble knocks with the po-po, n____s roll solo, split up, and swerve. Krayzie take caution. Take all my llello and tossed it. See none when they roll to the curb. Runnin', duckin', jumpin' up in the Land. My n____s, it's crazy. We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock and my n____, that's daily. Who the n____ with the twelve gauge? [Pump.] It's Mr. Sawed-off Leathaface, so you better pray. Eternally thugsta. East 1999 where (???).

Bizzy
Gotta give P's to them SCT's! and I roll, big thug on the Glock. Pump, blast for the cash, then I'll mash the gas, gotta dash away from them cops. Got Lil' Mo! Hart steadily flippin' off Rose. Rippin' up flesh with six blows. Rest, that thugsta, yes, I pump slugs, and I be druggin' 'em off in dumpsters. f___ them po-po. Lightin' they bodies--they burn, burn. And I guess that hood'll never learn. Gotta dip both them ones in sherm. When I 'm on a mission for my city, bigger n____s be bailin' out with me. Roll up the window. The wind blow, f___in' my indo, why that hittin' me? Even though the barrels of me twelve gauge are empty, me scandalous n____s up outta the woods, buckin', no f___in' with the family. Now feel a n____, understand me. Much love, much buck for them St. Clair thugs. East 99 is where you find me slangin' me m____fuckin' drugs.

Flesh
Done-done, leavin' the n____s stunned, c___ & pop with-ah-me gun. They lettin' me leadin' they head off, and I gotsta have me fun, leavin' 'em hung. Breakin', fakin' you studio-gangsta b____! Trick n____s they get picked. I'm hittin' the s___, and I split in the midst of the darkness. Consider me heartless. Oh, yes Flesh be runnin' a ho check. Better check your Rolex, your time now for givin' up respect to them SCT's from C-L-E. We're scandalous n____s that dwell, hail off on the far side, and bail leavin' the trail of the b_____ victims. The fifth thug maulin' 'em all, and never they'll catch me slippin'. And sippin' a fifth of that wine, and n____ me dyin', and steadily trippin'. We flippin' the scripts on over. See the Bone'll be never sober. n____s told you, triggers showed you. East 9-9. Five soldiers.

Wish
Murder one, redrum! Try to run and get away, but it's just too late. Watch out buckshots, when I come, buck-buck, better guard that f___in' face! Dumpin' them slugs on you, fool. Rollin' with me trues, drinkin' brews. Don't start no s___. We come equipped, so n____s, stay cool. One-eighty-seven, you think that you're goin' to Heaven, put slugs all up in that chest, under hell is where you'll be dwellin'. Pop in them clip and them bodies me dumpin', watchin' you fall to the pave with me 9-milli pumpin'. Puttin' them bodies all off in them graves.

Wish [Layzie & Krayzie]

Cleveland is the city where we come from, so run, run. [run] [*4]
[East 99] East nineteen ninety-ninety nine nine nine nine [*8]