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bone brothers - str8 ridaz lyrics

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(feat. krayzie bone)

(layzie bone)
(yo, we violent… what!?)
this is… (i’m a straight ridah)
another self entertainment production… (i’m a straight ridah)
(i’m a straight ridah) bone thugs… (i’m a straight ridah)
hey mook, that’s that n-gg- right there dog (we straight ridaz)
that’s the same n-gg- that was talkin’ sh-t at the club, dog
watch out

(verse 1: layzie bone)
swingin’ at ’em, yeah i’m grindin’, baby gettin’ down with the best of them
you thought i would slip and fall, end up like the rest of them
that’s what you expect from them, never the thugs, n-gg- this bone
whup him like he stole somethin’, beat him like i’m roy jones
and i thought i told you life is wicked fast, steady get up and get the cash
stick ’em fast, n-gg-z be lettin’ this slip on past
number one is up for grabs, i’ma be the victor man
strong arm, take the sh-t, like i was the peter man
bulldoze against the grain, i always been a rebel dog
kickin’ -ss, takin’ names, on a whole ‘nother level dog
grown since a teenager, mobile phones and sky pagers
brought up in the projects, now we ballin’ skyscr-pers
h2s and escalades, customized, special made
hollywood to broadway, check it dog, we gettin’ paid
naw i ain’t about to change, i’ma just continue grindin’
bills paid, babies eatin’, record sales steadily climbin’

(hook x2: bizzy bone)
ride or die.
ain’t nothin’ wrong, i’m ready to get the battle on
ride or die.
waitin’ for war, waitin’ for warfare

(verse 2: krayzie bone)
a n-gg- got a flow that’s so sick, my sh-t is in critical condition
and if there’s a cure for this, i don’t need a fixin’
gimme a blunt and let me split that sh-t, man hit that sh-t
we ain’t smokin’, rollin’ no penners, we blow big fat spliffs
my n-gg-, just kick back with me, it’s the thugs
that’s runnin’ this motherf-cker so b-tch answer to us
we the man, we the one
that started this thuggish ruggish, that rough and rugged sh-t
we ain’t smokin’ heat, tokin’, f-ck with me killer, f-ck a b-tch
i must admit these n-gg-z, they caught on quick
broads is gettin’ pretty jealous ’cause they all on d-ck
battle you with a rhyme, man i battle you with a nine
millimeter heater, start the breathin’ and stop the bleedin’
thug n-gg-z straight outta cleveland, just released to the streets
paper chasin’ player haters get p-ss-es feet underneath, when i creep
so don’t be f-ckin’ with krayzie, i come through blazin’
with my leatherface and sawed off, servin’ n-gg-z raw dog

(hook x2)

(verse 3: bizzy bone)
reinvention of the radical, none of these rappers compatible
ready for combat, fanatical, tragedies never tattle
automatic guns rattlin’, moppin’ up blood stains, grievance
and i done seen about everything in the world but jesus
i been to armageddon, under war, one disciple
tear it up and start it all over, let me rewrite the bible
my sh-t’s maniacal, drink henny until i spit up bile
livin’ this crazy life, la vida loca
baggin’ that coca cola, poppin’ that motorola soldier
this sh-t is sizzlin’, bullets are whistlin’, b-tch
i am the master of my destiny, never no de milo
and no jezebel, my sisters say don’t let them broads stress me
i need the silence of the spirits, i am the lamb
these n-gg-z gon’ hate it, corrupt it again, hmmm
it’s the religion of abraham, where there were muslim b-st-rds
catholic or jewish, leave it to christians, this is thug life n-gg-z

(hook x2)



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