Letras Bone Thugs - Bone Thugs-N-Harmony, Bizzy Bone, Layzie Bone

Bone Thugs

Take it to the streets, let the war jump off.\nTell 'em they don’t want none with' them Bone Thug boys.\nWe don’t give a f**k about your 'hood, f**k ya’ll.\nFrom the cradle to the grave I was brought up as a menace to society.\nA boy in the 'hood, I never let a nigga quiet me. Hopin' that the world don’t\nsee the wrong side of me. But that’s what they get when a nigga wanna try me.\nSlide me the work, let me hit the corner quick. That’s how we get our money on\nthem nigga’s that I’m runnin' with. Start buyin' chops; borrow me a glock.\nSet up shop and told the fiends, «Come get it! «And we don’t give a f**k about the po-po, when they trippin' we get with 'em:\nAny opposition try’na block a nigga mission. Cuttin' up our victim,\nlisten this ain’t scripted. Ain’t no lights and cameras when it’s time to get\nto wig-split. Nigga’s chitta-chatta, don’t matta. Them bitches whisper.\nBut, when they slip up drunk, we gon' get’cha. When ya see the sawed-off pump,\nit’s the Mr. If I gotta pop my trunk, ya’ll got issues.\n(Ooooooh, you don’t wanna)~throughout\nYou don’t want a problem with' them Bone Thug boys (Bone Thug boys).\nTake it to the streets, let the war jump off.\nTell 'em they don’t want none with' them Bone Thug boys.\nWe don’t give a f**k about your 'hood, f**k ya’ll.\n'Cause I’m a nigga with' a attitude, and I’ll kill a mothaf**ka if I have to do\nit. So you can bet a nigga gon' get debted If I have to. Lay a nigga down,\nleave 'em stiff like a statue. Bone comin' at’cha, he turn around: master.\nThe piece of the puzzle that these lame’s can’t capture. We can slow it down,\nwe can make it go faster. Always war, do any nigga wanna battle?\nNigga uh-uh, let come on a rumble with' the Bone-Bone. We grown ass men but we\ngot them toys-jump off. I don’t play: uh-uh. I don’t bluff: no-no.\nSticky situtation, hesitation? Nigga, neva. You can be the man,\ncare about your fam', we don’t give a damn. Look at this thing inside my hand.\nStay on ya square, leave the real alone. Yeah, 'cause a right wanna take you\nthere.\n(Ooooooh, you don’t wanna)~throughout\nYou don’t want a problem with' them Bone Thug boys (Bone Thug boys).\nTake it to the streets, let the war jump off.\nTell 'em they don’t want none with' them Bone Thug boys.\nWe don’t give a f**k about your 'hood, f**k ya’ll.\nIf a nigga wanna battle put the money on the wood, let’s do it and quit the\ntalkin', get to barkin'. What’cha got? You can come with' some garbage,\nor come with' hard shit, but really it don’t matter I’m a kill it on the spot.\nOh, a nigga fin' to drop. I could murda me a million MC’s, it’s 'cause I spit\nlike I’m a uzi machine, and I’m a leave 'em all dead… Stop everybody grievin'\nand I’m leavin' the scene, yeahh!\nAin’t no competition for the Thugs-N-Harmony. Some of the greatest nigga’s\nstandin' right here next to me. It’s like that, you can find that fact.\nWe done came with' new slang and changed like that. Hey, put in on our\nshoulders; from rocks to boulders. Grammy award winnin' but we still thug\nsoldiers. Get it off your chest. Roughness, nothin' less, yes. It ain’t good to\nhold on to it. Flex.(Ooooh, you don’t wanna…) Flex. (Ooooh, you don’t wanna…\n) Flex.\nYou don’t want a problem with' them Bone Thug boys (Bone Thug boys).\nTake it to the streets, let the war jump off.\nTell 'em they don’t want none with' them Bone Thug boys.\nWe don’t give a f**k about your 'hood, f**k ya’ll.