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letra de spread the love - krayzie bone

krayzie:
it’s 1999. guess what? the m-th-f-ckin’ real thugs is in this m-th-f-cka
oh, sh-t!

krayzie:
always, always . . . what am i? what am i? a thug always, -ways, -ways. uh-huh
uh-huh. krayzie: n-ggas look out. we in the m-th-f-cka house. we in here now
it’s goin’ down, steppin’ through the crowd, sippin’ on hen, and we get wild
n-ggas lookin’ foul. if he even move and step like he hatin’–knock ’em out. and
then keep stompin’ his head in the ground, and drag ’em out onto the dance
floor. tell ’em what it stand for: now when they came they had they pants on–we
beat b-tches up out their britchеs to show ’em how to tear up a club when thеy
be f-ckin’ with the thugs. n-gga, we come to party, but i’ll f-ck up somebody
but y’all ain’t feelin’ me, is y’all ’til one of these bullets split y’all, hit
y’all? if y’all thinkin’ we some bustas or hoes or f-gs, then you should meet
us, see how fast we slash your ass. you wanna rumble? i’m sick of bein’ humble
give ya everything you come here for, so come on, ho. sawed-off, slim, it don’t
matter. i got somethin’ for him and him, and then them n-ggas that you bring
back thinkin’ you can win. f-ck your friends. everybody talk that sh-t, n-gga
oh, yeah i know it. but who gon’ show it, and who the ho is? i bet ’em a million
bucks it’s not us. yeah, we might not get everybody. somebody gon’ get f-cked
[f-cked], f-cked [f-cked] up

flesh-n-bone:
you wanna come test me now? come, i say, come now challenge me, the realer, can
handle my business. i’m gonna finish, i gotta end this, i’m a diminish thee
come, follow my profits seeking gifts. it ain’t no stoppin’ me. i gotta clock
cheese. t-h-u-g. pop n-ggas, they d-e-a-d. bet i’m thug, don’t test me block
trust my dogs. hit ’em up with a left, right, spot ’em with the beam. there’s
five trues of mine. what am i? a thug always. remember the way they play back in
the day? hit ’em with ak, you’re made to hate me, baby. whoo! we comin’ to
really make y’all feel us. remember that n-gga, eazy-e, labelled me and my trues
black n-gga k!llas. n-gga, the realer gravedigger, brew-swiggin’, lovin’ bud
and if you think you can hang, then come up with a thug. and i don’t give a f-ck
if you a crip or you a blood, but when you see a thug, you better show some
love
layzie bone:
gotd-mn, it feel good to be a thugsta–gettin’ high, smokin’ weed all day. ain’t
got to listen to no b-tches and i’m disrespectin’ laws, just doin’ it the bone
thug way. yeah, n-gga, you got to be crazy, f-ckin’ with layzie, and all these
mo thug k!llas. we them ex-dopedealers and natural born cap-pealers. feel us
n-gga, if you want. ain’t nothin’ but a high caffiene hit. we kickin’ that raw
sh-t. f-ck the law, sh-t, been screamin’ it for years. ain’t no fear in my
heart, thanks to the lord up above. and i got a grudge against the people that
judge, give ’em no mercy, no love. let me see you shoot that m-th-f-cka, shoot
that n-gga. ride up, slip the clip in, any trippin’, n-ggas spit that fire. we
don’t need no water, let this m-th-f-cka burn, baby, and i know they hate me
say lately, layzie actin’ shady. hey, it’s the #1 assassin [that’s me], they
just can’t understand. i fear no man, put it on my #1 grave, ’cause i’m a
stand-up true thugsta in a league of my own. the city of thieves is my home, and
i don’t trust nann n-gga. my mentality is thug, runnin’ the streets sellin’
drugs, off this n-gga gettin’ buzzed, packin’ heat off in the club. n-gga, what?
n-gga, what? they sayin’ that bone was split up. n-ggas is jealous, tellin’
rumors and lies, can eat a d-ck up, n-gga

wish bone:
n-gga, stay real. thugs get high. while you call yourself a thug, that’s how i
feel inside. and we don’t wanna hurt n0body, -body, but your f-ckin’ with us
and we shootin’ up the party. even if we’re solo on some of that bone sh-t we
sayin’, now you can bring it on, because we ready, we ready. f-ckin’ with us is
like f-ckin’ with no condom. that’s dumb, better play with yourself. n-gga, i
ain’t the one. ain’t a thang changed: n-ggas still the same–made a little
change, sendin’ bullets to brain, f-ck around, man. nine millimeter, come and
get some, get some. shoot ’em with them hollows, ’cause you know he’s got his
vest on. and you didn’t want it to come to this, did you? f-ckin’ with them
thugs: them n-ggas roll through. if you really want some, run [krayzie: you
better run], f-ckin’ with thug n-ggas–run, run
krayzie:
yeah, and n-gga, come on. we ready for combat, but y’all ain’t ready. carry a
deadly machete, shred ’em and stretched, now they human spaghetti, steady smooth
and very eager to bury enemies. if it be necessary, then n-gga wet ’em, and
better go get ’em. we pickin’ ’em off with the heater 9-millimeter sh-t to sweep
the streets, make n-ggas retreat. that’s heat. now, i repeat: if you want some
n-gga come and get it, ’cause we still five, live, and vicious. don’t get it
twisted, m-th-f-cka. run up on it whenever ya wanna get down and dirty. still
stand in the land with the slugs in gun in my hand. krayzie, layzie, bizzy, wish
and flesh put it down to the north, south, east, and west. from back in the day
we claimin’ the thuggish ruggish–no need to change it. now everybody a thug. if
you real, throw it up, but if it’s fake, k!ll ’em and put ’em in with the rest
of them phonies. f-ck ’em, and yes, it’s like that

krayzie:
always, always . . . what am i? what am i?
a thug always, -ways, -ways
uh-huh, uh-huh

- krayzie bone

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