Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Follow

[Chorus]

Shoot shoot shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up, shoot 'em up [x4]

Twelve gauges bust up in ya playa hatas we be quick to pin ya

You know, we know, you don't wanna roll

Cause then we give it to you, we're gonna bring it to you, oh yeah...

Right off the job, ooh now I gots ta let ya know,

When you seen betta be rollin' with tha big shot guns

And we deep when we creep never sleepin' and we droppin'

Dead bodies on fools who wanna get dumb enough

Now that you know like that

These niggaz come around they don't know how to act, in fact

I'm at the track in tha back with a couple of my cats in the hood

Smokin' weed and up to no good

Red Dog in the trunk and we rollin' that bank

Slang that bud on over yo thug

So me and tha rest of these thugs can marinate, marinate

We straight get high, so high

That's how my mental, that's how my mental stay

It's like parlay parlay like every day

Don't think on tha pimp, playa hatin'

But ya betta be pinnin' yo self

I cuts in with tha M-11, 357

Automatic weapons from my shelf.

These niggaz wanna take my health, my wealth check yo self

Tryin' to get in but they couldn't win

We took it to tha head with a fifth of weed now we in a 500 Benzo we roll-roll.

Drop tha top, lock tha locks, cock tha glock,

'Bout ta hit this corna,

Livin like a thugs on tha real who's stronga

When I put on ya, all playaz gonnaz

Murda mo murda mo murda mo murda dem all, they fall, dey fall

Buck-buck, oh yeah

Niggaz be gettin' they pistols finna,

And fuck with tha real mothafuckas

They fuck with us when we puff bitch

Ooh because we gonna put you back up in yo trunk quick

Hey, and 44 mag don't go and

Tha little nigga don't know betta, 357 put that ass in a matter

Execution, i'll be shootin' round

"Leavin' em off on ya raw"

Ya plot me cause you watch me

My nigga you know you watchin me now

When bitch niggaz run up and try me

I'm flippin up outta my shit with some shit to be keepin' you wonderin' redrum

bye-bye

And fo sure we lit em up good

And you can still find me where

You know East 99, drug dealers and po-po and St. Clair

Going back to the mo

And it's Cleveland Cleveland

You know we thuggin' and thievin' thievin'

There's somebody who got beef, we got millions to make

A whole notha record

For you see my niggaz we comin' with nothin to lose

And bitch if you try me anybody mine plus

Bloody bodies trying to get out of tha room

If I could just look up and see ya dyin' iyin, iyin and flippin' my mind

Whereever you dig em quiet

The get past on tha ride right bang

That's tha way you get a man, get a man

Sneak up on him and you kill him

And he won't fuck with you no more.

You havin a party

With that weed goin up in ya body

Smokers chill

My niggaz they got me sloppy

High oh so so high

Come on come on don't be shy let's get high

We got tha herb, if you want some, want some

We got weed indeed you need some, need some

Oh yeah

I know this just might sound crazy, but lately

Gotta roll wit' my gun

Cause tha hatas they hate me

When they heard that nigga bone

Niggaz somehow someway get paid

Even if they hate that buck to tha bang

Good thing I got a gat cause we rhyme tight rhymes

Had to thug out but it came in time

Just two times

And if you give it to me

My thugs gon' give it to you

So people pull back its cool

Somebody's head gon' get blown

Bone, doin ya best on that

Hey, hey, hey

Go and fix with yo pistols and get with that buck to tha bang, bang, bang

Nigga wanna roll with bone it's on

But nigga we cool, we cool

Don't forget playa hataz gettin'

That buck to tha bang

All up in tha body, got 'em got 'em

We won't be slippin' we might just be peepin' you all tha time

I'm comin' I'm gunnin'

And put that on tha dolla man...

Shoot 'em up always, St. Clair breakin' you off and, you lossin', betta look to

falsin', that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring

Well that'll be coffins for all of ya offspring

For tha police on the corna'

Creepin up because tha soldiers

Well they betta be watchin' on of them St. Clair niggaz

Puttin' it together to grab the doja

Well I know ya, see now you jumpin' about yo shit you

Ready with a gang of bitches for you

Ready and willing to do it to you, be my thang,

That buck, buck to smoke jane

See some of these niggaz say that nigga was bullshit

With that Bizzy maintain

Well it be that north coast homie

That city where tha St. Clair niggaz sell dope on it

Police want to search you for nothin' but that skunk

So it's on bitch bang

Feel it bitch cause my trigga' fingaz a bitch

Ho I be puttin em down with my click

I stood em all, and still play

And rest my nine up when I'm fuckin with y'all

Slangin my dogs to dem all

Niggaz mention little Bizzy, but it's all good

I still ball, and I'm knowin' you knowin no snatching no souls no nigga be

showin'

Cause as I'm flowin already gave my niggas a fifth and we lit in a doorway here

Clair, stickin' up tha sto'

What did you think i'm scared

There you are

What did you think i'd bring you down...

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