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letra de strictly for my grind - bone thugs n harmony

[bizzy:]
loose!
sippin on gin, f-ck juice,
a hundred percent brew,
the gankin for my bankin keeps you shankin wit a deuce, deuce,
so easy when me pull me lead off,
no one’s allowed,
when you see me n-gg-, keep your head up,
no need to bow,
we say f-ck you now,
let loose the strays and i get em,
bet you’ll catch em, forget em,
sn-tch ak’s and i lit em,
so….speed em up, dont catch the buck and dont you f-cks wit me,
eazy e on the gank move,
i ganked you, so easily,
fools. slipped up,
now whos’ got they d-ck up your sh-t,
flipped the script, slipped a little rip and set trick.

[flesh:]
just think about all the past times,
stack sneakin the gun, im blastin up in your car so,
the glock glock goes pop,
and i might drop the bombs, disaster when i’m rollin,
i keep the gun i’m holdin in a me trench and,
dont mention, im a lunatic, “click”,
runnin me d-ck in,
they c-cked, they plot,
say who know when, but me be f-ckin,
thats right, i chopp,
me be the punk who calling me bluffing…

[bizzy:]
it shouldnt a went wrong,
all done, when the rip pump that pistol grip,
thugged out on a 187,
where the n-gg-s, they temple split,
hit em up, get em up,
n-gg- dont get caught runnin with them hoods and,
be nothing but thugs and slugs and drugs,
be running off in my hood and n-gg- dont f-ck with the glock glock,
gotta drop for the pop of the buckshot,
you see me hangin and bangin and naming,
n-gg- dont test, that gauge’s c-cked,
they drop the top,
me bl–dy me jackedt when buckin the pap pap,
no need of a word when you served,
you heard it when i clacked that gat back,
runnin with gats and bats,
so n-gg- dont test rip,
cuz youll get a peeled cap,
pap pap that dome,
better check that temple when a n-gg- done got that skull cracked,
lil rip done grown up,
the bigger the n-gg-, the quicker get showed up,
lets swerve to the bird,
hit up a hold up, so many bodies done blown up,
nuts, bucks, and guts,
n-gg-s mistaking they b-lls for dogs,
all n-gg-s will get mauled,
come find em, pick up a pole and flip on all yall,
and i’ll never hold up,
especially when i’m rosed out,
better bring your click,
them guns run, roll out or get blown out,
you dont….wanna get nutty cuz n-gg- you gon get bl–dy,
once you see the braids and skullies,
cover that throat, when i cut it up, somethin lovely,
the thug i be, me,
smuggin up in the land, buckin n-gg-s and
pumpin me slugs up in the man, the man…

[krayzie:
im runnin the graveyard shift,
now lemme get down for my crime,
gotta go purchase a dime,
smoke on some reefah to ease up my mind,
and pullin the stick to get down for the crime,
swig on some wine,
slip on the glock wit me rocks me ready to serve them dummies see,
gotta buck em on down if they come back talkin like,
gimme back me mony,
thuggin wit me killas,
need us a liter of liquor, but n-gg-s aint got sh-t,
wit a sawed off pump chrome 38 pistol, now who ready to get bent,
n-gg- like me fiendin for them green leaves,
but i aint got no doe,
gotta make some money so me making me dummy rocks,
choppin up soap,
split em up, get em up, hit em off the block,
put a hand pullin on each loaded barrel,
cuz a fiend might trip when he hit the sh-t and flip,
finna see this aint yayo,
but n-gg- dont come back,
you might get a peeled cap,
or maybe concussion from n-gg-s stompin that -ss to the curb,
oh n-gg-, its like that,
n-gg-s, drug dealers peelin killers soft,
that sawed-off so,
come and let your nuts hang,
if you thug gotta cut them b-lls off though,
so n-gg- respect this,
or you’re gonna rest b-tch,
off in the grave and your brain’ll be hangin,
from sw-ngin with my gang and,
n-gg- dont want no problems,
but then if you wants to cause it,
a 9 milimeter, sawed-off, a .380 tech nine comin out of me closet

[layzie:]
my n-gg-, just call it a raid,
putting your sh-t to the pave,
finna go meeting gauge,
live in the land of the brave, craze, dazed,
gotta blaze the maze and never did phase bone,
my thugster brothers ruggish never did take no loss and,
putting n-gg-s in the coffin,
you’re dearly departed, better off and,
senseless killers, sawed-off haulin off the best of n-gg-s,
and i put to rest them n-gg-s,
flesh’ll test, and i flex on n-gg-s,
mr. rip get clip, come and rippin em with the pistol grip,
and if them trip feel the bone, now watch me get fatal with flim,
now come to the teacher,
more creature cuz i never did love ya,
motherf-ck that buster,
number one with the gun gotta stay above ya,
f-ck wit a thug, a n-gg- get drug,
you feelin the stiff from a 38 slug man,
lemme see you hang, sw-ng, bang to them brains,
chain gang,
so a n-gg- remain insane, maintaining that steady buzz,
you feel the stress, test the best,
now n-gg- what,
nuts up in a them guts,
trust that i bust them slugs up,
runnin up rappin that big sh-t,
ending up getting your wig split,
b-tch, dumped in a ditch,
never knew no one could f-ck wit the bone, its on,
and show the double glock is where the thugstas roam, its on,
so trick that buster, listen,
better check your ammunition,
bones’ sh-t be hittin, no compet-tion, leavin em pinched in…

- bone thugs n harmony

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