![bone thugs n harmony thuggish ruggish bone lipstick alley bone thugs n harmony thuggish ruggish bone lipstick alley](http://img2-3.timeinc.net/people/i/2012/news/120910/bizzy-bone-600.jpg)
![bone thugs n harmony thuggish ruggish bone lipstick alley bone thugs n harmony thuggish ruggish bone lipstick alley](https://c.tenor.com/9Pn8CP93Uc8AAAAd/hip-hop-harry-whos-next.gif)
Can't resist to bump you, now pow, runnin' 'em all off. For the love of the murder, man, the murder game, the same, but a bang, bang,īang. Stay, found out none of my niggas was bluffin'. Remember: me spray 'em, slay 'em, gauge 'em, layin' 'em up off in aĬoffin, ready to fade 'em, to buck or to shoot with the twelve gauge eruptions, creep out your seat, would ya? We come to Hit 'em up, inside mines be blowin' up, I'm dumpin'. Up bloody mo victims, get 'em, get 'em, that'll be little RIPsta, sinister, kill y'all, put 'em in a river, bodies shiver, fuck that nigga. Me ride and everyone dies, and I'm runnin' with my killas and all of my thuggish-ruggish niggas, no lies. Mo murda, moĮternal, if thugstas die, will I die of murda, now? East ninety-nine, follow me, grind, and all descendin' their body underground, Watch Mo Thug killas pump, pump, put 'em in the ground with his head blown gone. You don't wanna fuck with Bone, pullin' that chrome. We straight from Cleveland, clack back, nigga you'reīleedin'. We yell about murda mo, finger on a trigger, Mo Thug let go. You don't wanna hear that glock pop, when a glock pop, pop don't Pack that five, I'm feelin' like killin', you're dyin' tonight. Four killas, we creepin' and comin' to hurt ya, mo murder. When I'm high, pullin' my trigger, and nigga you die, soldier. Some bang, bang? Nigga wanna die when I let my nuts hang? What is it in me that me feel like I gotsta murder ya? You slip Nigga, wanna die when fuckin' with Mo Thug, nigga, we killed this bitch? Now you wanna catch Gotta kill, get 'em, nowhere to run, can't get away from my shotgun, leavin' them bodies fucked up. When I'm comin' to serve ya with a nine cocked, and it's ready to pop, lettin' off shots, Layzie be screamin' out, "Murda, mo Nigga, check my thang, the way that we swang, 'em in gutters, mo murda me style, now, put 'em on the ground, lay down. And I'm givin' up peace to the hustlas, thugstas, and twelve gauge pumpstas. Up off this murder game? And I'm feelin' not a bit remorseful. So, call it a shame, but what be the thang Niggas is goin' insane, takin' a shot to the brain, and man. #1 Assassin's still the realer nigga down for my crime. Total destruction, and steady me buckin', and bodiesīe bustin'. Me dealin', (they thought I spit) twelve gauge eruption, and I 'm on a roll. Givin' up shots out to the glock-glock: eighty-eight through the ten-five, them killas be pumpin' them slugs. Get 'em up with a me thugs, see 'em on the corner, and they slangin' them drugs. Never gonna fall, so I murder them, baby. Will I die of murder, bloody mo murda, livin' in the Land of the Heartless, comin' up daily? Until-a me murder them all, I'm Mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda, mo murda. Mo murda, mo murda," that's what Ouija said. With the gun, (we shoot, they be dead), and Bone runnin' with the gun, steady buckin', leavin' them bodies dumped off alley forĭead. Claim my thang to slang them bloody bodies. I throw ya to the coffin, pick up my pump, dump chumps in the gutter. Thuggish nigga, so a I would have to kill you, so die. Nigga, if you woke up and all of a sudden, nigga, you was off in my hood, I'm a real
![bone thugs n harmony thuggish ruggish bone lipstick alley bone thugs n harmony thuggish ruggish bone lipstick alley](http://ll-media.tmz.com/2012/08/21/0821-bizzy-bone-before-after-getty-article-3.jpg)
Me show with the Bone, when I grab that chrome, gonna hawk ya down. Let 'em know who the boss is, so nigga, you wanna get tossed in the river? Nigga, put 'em in the mud, see them pump blood.