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letra de assurance - bone thugs n harmony

[verse 1: krayzie]
we the orginal criminals, therefore they’ll be no replications
or second guessin’
the nation thug invasion got these suckas shakin’
you been waitin’ and antic-p-tin’ the makin’ and the arrival
of my thug congregation, just call ’em desperado
it aint hard to spot us, either follow the trials of the
hollow sh-lls, as well as the rotten smell of body cells
how many you n-gg-s is ready to get down and dirty?
watch me spit rounds like a 30-30..word up!
or you can just put on the instrumental and let a n-gg- run
it’ll be like givin me a gun cuz imma kill everybody ’cause
they know i can f-ck with the tongue
i come at the end, explicit, elicit wicked call me mr..sawed
off will hit cha
i take time out to beat this sh-t up, get up
feel us it’s the real n-gg-s
the soldier field n-gg-s, roll in control n-gg-s
and we roll wit cold killers
so you better back up off us ‘fore we blast you off us
and if you think we jokin’ you’ll be laughin’ in a coffin
(coffin… coffin…)

[chorus: layzie]
you say you work for a couple million dogg (n-gg- i aint
impressed)
you keep your soilders in the field (n-gg- i aint impressed)
a gang of b-tches that’ll ride real (i ain’t impressed)
this 40-cal will make ya life still (die in ya vest)

[verse 2: layzie]
see… ya’ll the type of n-gg-s that f-ck up the party as soon
as you get too drunk
we the type of n-gg-s that chill in the club, ready to get ’em
up
they don’t even bring ’em my way, they know it’s a f-ckin’
hustle
im strapped up like seat buckles, im backed up by these
muscles, i seen struggle
a lot of these n-gg-s that say they love you, but better feed
the puzzle
them same n-gg-s that bring you trouble
we can rumble in this concrete jungle feelin’ the thunder
shake the ground
better watch out for the ricochet, that boomerangs that laid
it down
don’t you love it when they move chains (chains)
n-gg- was talkin’ all flackered and c-cky like it was a gon’
do thangs (do thangs)
shoulda been watchin’ the news mayn (news mayn)
’cause deep in the ghetto even a n-gg- wet up cause that’s the
rules mayn
t-shirt and your shoe stained, and other slangin’ in the drug
game
thug game, rap game, we all up under attack mayn
operation ‘paper stack’, mess with the that and you’ll get
split
you know who the f-ck this is…bone thugs up in, ya dig?

- bone thugs n harmony

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