Down Foe My Thang

Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood

Smoke, and I choke, and I creep on a come up

**** be tryin run up, but I bust, and they drop to their death

Now they done up, gun up, hunt my blunt up

Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady

Call me lightweight crazy, number one **** little Layzie

**** don't wanna fight

Runnin' with deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs

Bone done told ya, testin' nuts, so a **** gonna have to show ya

Faded a **** that stepped up, let's slip in some shit

See 'em alls just stood up then put a foot up that ass

Had to blast that click-click

Sprayed the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave

Puttin' them souls up off in them graves

Dwell in Hell, they'll all lay slayed

Amazed, must I blaze, it's insane when I take that bud to the brain

Toke, choke, holdin' me smoke until-a me strained, feelin' no pain

Better be packin' your weapon, cause my shit is kept

And I'm ready to let loose sawed-off hangin'

Danglin' up under the trench, fin to blow that chest

But you shoulda wore a vest, fool, cause the Bone don't front

**** check or get wrecked

Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC

Loc'd out with the khakis and high techs

Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money, man

Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we owns that rap game

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang (Bone be me gang)

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang

We runnin' with no hoes, and the bigger Bone that's

Known for gettin' his swerve on and kickin' it on the stage

Off in the rag, gettin' my serve on

So, leave 'em alone, they come

They need to be shown that Bone done chrome, blown

Lay slugs up in to them domes, so go on

You'd rather go run a ho check, if you wanna test of your flesh

I'm feelin' to lynch ya, mo murda

You're runnin' up eye to eye with death

Praise the flesh, now nevertheless you're takin' a loss

And this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin

Remember the vow said a preacher, me teach 'em

Greetin' 'em with me nine, runnin' with thugs

And hustlas and murderin' 'em every time

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang (Bone be me gang)

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang (Bone be me gang)

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang (Bone be me gang)

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang (Bone be me gang)

Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper

Reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper

Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter

Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver

When I'm in me smug, never the studio thugsta

Buck 'em, buck 'em, motherfuck 'em

Thug never done bluff and fuck them bustas

So back up off me, no stack won't let me slip

When a **** start to step, the weapon, put 'em in the graveyard

Bitch, better buy your vest, then test Rest, the Ripsta

Quick to pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in your brains, ****

My little ****, Mo Hart, my bigger ****, Sin, dash fast

Get up with the block at last blast they ass, pass cash, then stash

Me can killa for free for homies and family

Tell 'em to see me, that realer ****, the Ripsta, put 'em in rivers

It don't stop, drop P's to them SCT's and double Glock, pop, pop

Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug

You don't want to fuck with, no buck with, Rip's breakin' 'em bustas

Blood, me fillin' 'em, like that nightmare, me murder, I show no mercy

Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see

Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up

They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump

Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, ****, y'all all fucked

Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in my trench, and then click it

Now, ****, it's rippin', steady clippin', not missin', thuggin' with me click

And now Leatherface takin' your life so ya best stay back

Tossin' the rest in a coffin, cause **** be runnin' up, talkin' trash

Buck a guard while walkin' past, bang, bang, gotta get down for my thangs

And I claim and hang with Ts, **** that make cheese for the green leaves

Gotta give peace, cause they swang these, come, ****, meet my hood

And fulla nothin' but thugs and hustlas, sin never been no busta

He'll stuff and buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch

****, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run

So the po-po don't catch up, **** can't be arrested

One M-11 me sendin' **** to hell, a felon 187

Eleven dwellin' better from the cell, and **** that pick up Mossberg

The quicker you to the curb, put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman

That's all you heard

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang (Bone be me gang)

Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang (Bone be me gang)

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