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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Vocals
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Vocals
Wish Bone
Wish Bone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Henderson
Anthony Henderson
Songwriter
Antoniette Colandreo
Antoniette Colandreo
Songwriter
Bryon Anthony McCane
Bryon Anthony McCane
Songwriter
Charles Scruggs
Charles Scruggs
Songwriter
Lawrence Parker
Lawrence Parker
Songwriter
Steven Howse
Steven Howse
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
DJ Uneek
DJ Uneek
Producer
Aaron Connor
Aaron Connor
Recording Engineer
Rhodri Davies
Rhodri Davies
Recording Engineer
Virgil Davis, Jr.
Virgil Davis, Jr.
Recording Engineer

Lyrics

[Verse 1]
This track is tight you should be clappin' yo hands
This track is tight you should be clappin' yo hands
This track is tight you should be clappin' yo hands
This track is tight you should be clappin' yo hands
Clappin' yo hands
[Verse 2]
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
[Verse 3]
They wanted to get RIP fuckin' with my sawed-off
Polish it all until it replenish
Soon as I'm finished my pistol get jealous
Especially .357, me punish you
Buck at me bangin' with your magnum .4'
You crept and you came and shit changed
M-11's, grenades and them AK-47's, bang
**** what you sayin'? You came and you went
Now bet on the real, it's all the way to the bank and you think
Finna get that gangster, gettin' a demon, you  conjure up and see if
We get angels pinnin' my ankles, bloody murder, fuck with Jesus
He done creepin' deep, puttin' those to sleep
Till I raise up on my enemies
Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt
And four hundred years of oppression
Spread the message, I ain't finished
Diminished you so called critics
And fuck them billboard and the billboard status, me kick it
[Verse 4]
You fucked up for a while for the day that I was in trial
Man and I don't know how style
Through with them crowds and now
I get to kick it, get on the ground
Wantin' my people to gather around
Remember the sound of the rounds came from my town
I know you bitch would bite, that we can't allow
Anyone claim my style, I'm ready to beat you down
Hittin' them tombstones (Sellin' volumes) gettin' them costumes bow-bow
I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin' my pistol, steady ready
Got them flames, aim for the pressure point
A point breakin' your head in, ****, yeah
[Verse 5]
I beg your pardon, my ****, but how do you know me?
I roll in your city and people be pinnin' me, yo
But some **** just told me
He put in your record and you was disrespectin'
Off the T-O-P
Should've put him in a coffin now
'Cause he'd have been found, pow-pow
Put him in the river, now **** who wild-wild?
What an incredible style
That's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get it down
We see that you fuck with a daily crowd
So ****, just turn yo ass out
Whenever you ready to rumble, my ****
Just meet us outside of the club
Ready to slang slugs, ****
Done got to drunk and forgot that we claim thug
[Verse 6]
**** this shit is ridiculous
Just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us
Or get ahead of us
****, you down with us
Thinkin' you scared when a St. Clair **** bust
Aw, fuck, left his guts in my trunk
**** tried a 211, fucked around got 187
**** with heat, who could it be?
Nobody but them T-H-U-G's with artillery
We come in peace, ****, please freeze
Put 'em on they knees, ****, don't even breathe
And these are the warriors, killers, destroyin' ya
Ya gonna die
[Verse 7]
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
[Verse 8]
The hatin' season cease, agree
****, let this be the reason
**** from Cleveland finna get even
Steven stoppin' you bitches from breathin'
Time is up, you know you can't catch up
To thugs who rap, finna put down payments
Criminal mind state of lyricist, wanna test us?
**** hear this
My **** are down with the murder mo'
Real thuggas and killers that claim
I'm ready to win it, my ****
Now bet it be ripped to the finish, that make you the same
'But artillery shop be stackin'
Bone got heat for Armageddon
Ready for the war all day, want action
Player hatin', steadily spray 'em
[Verse 9]
Even with the buck-buck-bang, my **** this shit don't stop
The government all on my dick, wanna see the lay Bone drop
You see the policeman, they give me no break
Finna rest in peace when they try to send me up state, no thanks
I got mo' money up outta the bank
These **** are stackin' our rocks
Refuse the peace and never the least
Then you can roll with the Bone, so come on
[Verse 10]
When it all goes down, when it all goes down
You can count on me
'Cause I got mo' Bone Thugs-n-Harmony, that 's my calvary
If you ride with Bone, you ain't alone ****, trust us
Follow me down these wicked streets I grew on
Sound like us
Ain't nothin' to do, we comin' for you
Kiss mommy bye-bye
You gon' die
[Verse 11]
And I got heat for every heat you bring
You shoot, we shoot
Better watch out, watch out for them
Thugsta ****, **** sneakin' up on you
I told you, it's comin'
Armageddon
New world order
If we get our shit together
Bitches we none
Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know
We gettin' our shit together
Better get your shit together
'Cause when you go, you go, you go
[Verse 12]
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
As we ride by the end of the night now
You will envision how thugstas play
Can you handle the vibe?
Pedal to the medal, we see blue light
Written by: Anthony Henderson, Bryon McCane, Charles Scruggs, Lawrence Parker, Steven Howse, Toni Colandreo
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