Da Introduction

Buck buck buck blow

Right back at your motherfucking ass

Comes those real true thugs

Straight out the double Glock

Puttin' it down for the motherfuckin' land

Taking no shorts no losses

Puttin' it on you jealous bitch made playa hating-ass ****

You betta tell 'em what's real bitch

Takin' ova the shit in the '9-5

I bring to you the one and only

Bone Thugs N Harmony

**** this St. Claire

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground

It'll be all about that llelo bank roll - Betta make that money man, dead wrong

Put it on the low betta beat them hoes

Gotta get them demons off me creepin' up softly seepin' up through my soul

And sleepin' ain't good to go now when I'm wll rollin' off those

Betta watch the do' bet I won't be slippin' sleepin'

None ah them thugs I bails wid

Put ah trail ah twelve guage shells bloody be smell 1-8-7 and the 2-11

12-guage and the AK-47 spray, let the Ripster kill 'em now

Put 'em off in the grave daily when the slugs start crawl up in ya

Well I roll wid realer **** pop pop drop to the sound and to ground

Lit 'em up to kill ya

Them St. Claire thugs we love, when they pumpin' them slugs now what

See them duck from the scum, when I dug them enemies deep in the muddy drug

Don't run wid them - Choose snooze you lose - And left in the alley fa fucked up

What's up wid them shoes ooh they knew

So we runnin' offa my dog's truck

Bust ah left at the block and what'da ya know

All ah the po-po they follow - Cuff ah guy and see him layin' behind the store

But **** remember my motto

No surrender, gotta get away hit the fence wid the quickness

Hit the other side and I swing to the right

Running through the gutta hit '95

Peel, bending for safety we make it and chill

Gotta make ah mil but ah nine kick off for real

**** drop that bill or I pop my steel

Ain't no competition don't fuck wid my clik - And so listen you bitches stay trippin' it's okay

When we stickin' and lickin' them pockets - So droppa that dolla man glocka holla bang

Thuggin' wid ah thug **** smoking blunts

**** don't stiff on no weed smoke it off

'Cause **** you know when the pockets get ride - I'ma run and get ah sack and come choke wid ch'all

Now you fuckin' wid these thuggish killas

Creepin' up outta the land and they ready to ride

Gettin' high of thai - My niggs in the land got Glocks fa days on the 9-9

Betta kill 'em all dog

Bed make as they fall wid the 12-guage you bustin' on **** - So what now, come **** get buck pow

And not only that get shut ta fuck down

And I'm talkin' bout **** that wanna contend wid the thugstas

Some **** done fucked up - Neva no playa hataz in the clik touch loud and we neva no bustaz

Neva catch ah **** sleep - Hear the buck shots rain where the thugs in Cleveland dwell

Daily collectin' me mail - And I meet you in hell if all else fails

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground

Execution double nine style

Steadily sendin' them bodies underground