Down Foe My Thang

Creepin' up outta the woods, gotta give love to my hood Smoke, and I choke, gotta creep on ah come up, niggas be tryin run up But I bust, and they drop to their death, now they done up, gun up, hunt my blunt up Creepin' 'til sun up, feelin' slightly shady Call me lightweight crazy, Number One, nigga, Little Layzie Nigga don't wanna bang Runnin' deadly thugsta soldiers, droppin' them thangs Bone done told ya. Testin' nuts, so a nigga gon' have to show ya Faded a nigga that stepped up, and slipped in some shit See the boss just stood up and put a foot up that ass, had to blast that click-click Praise the gauge, all cocked, and ready to spray down to the pave Puttin' them souls up off in them graves Dwell in Hell a lonely slave. Amazed, must I blaze It's insane when I take that bud to the brain. Toke, choke Holdin' me smoke until ah me strained, feelin' no pain Better be packin' your weapon, 'cause my shit is kept, and I'm ready to let loose Sawed-off hangin', danglin' up under the trench, fin' to blow that chest through Shoulda wore a vest, fool Layzie Bone don't front, nigga check or get wrecked Got Flesh on the set, with his finger on a TEC, loc'd out with the khakis and high techs Respect them St. Clair thugs hustlin' drugs, gotta make that money, man Rap be the thang, and the fact remains that we Howse that rap game Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang) Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me) Well, what do you know, hoes? and the bigger Bone that's known for gettin' his swerve on And kickin' it on the stage, I'm finna break, gettin' my serve on, so Leave 'em alone. They come, they need to be shown Then Bone done chrome blown Lay slugs up in to them domes, so gone You better go run a hoe check, if you wanna test nut with Flesh I'm feelin' the tension for murda You're runnin' up eye to eye with death Face to face, now nevertheless, you're takin' a loss And this slug snuffed up, and dumpin' the body up off in a coffin Remember the vow said I'll preach 'em and teach 'em Greetin' 'em with me nine. Runnin' with thugs and hustlas And murder them every time, nigga Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang) Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang) Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang) Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me) Remember the Ripsta, sinster creeper Reapin' up that set with a street-sweeper Gotta take a breather from sippin' me liter Rippin' that flesh when I sneak with a meat cleaver When I'm in me smugster, never the studio thugsta Buck 'em, buck 'em, motherfuck 'em, thug never them bluffin', fuck them bustas So back up off me. No, Stack won't let me slip When a nigga start to step, that weapon put 'em in the graveyard, bitch Better buy your vest, then test Rest. The Ripsta quick To pick up the hollow points and put 'em up in yo brains, nigga My little nigga, Mo! Hart, my bigger nigga, Sin, dash fast Get a buck for the block, at last, blast they ass, pass cash, then stash Me can killa for free, for homies and family Tell 'em to see me, that realer nigga The Ripsta, put 'em in rivers, it don't stop Drop P's to them SCT's and Double Glock Pop, pop. Here's the slug from the twelve gauge thug You don't want fuck with, nor buck with Rip's making them bustas blood Me fillin' 'em lurkin'. Nightmare murderer show no mercy Turn your back, clack back me gat, diggin' 'em in the dirt, see Get ready to duck, bitch, or get fucked up They never could fuck with me sawed-off pump Bitch, if I'm flippin' or load my clip in, nigga, y'all all fucked Gotta make my money, slippin' me pump in me trench, and then click it On niggas, just rippin'. Steady comin' up missin', thuggin' with me click, and Now Leatherface takin' your life, so ya fin ta be tossin', now rest in a coffin 'Cause niggas be runnin' up, talkin' trash Buck the guard while walkin' past Bang, bang, gotta get down for my thang. And I claim and hang with these Niggas that make cheese for the green leaves Gotta give P's, 'cause they swang these. Come Nigga, meet my hood, it's for nothin' but thugs and hustlas Sin never been no busta, he'll stuff it, buck-buck 'em and dump 'em, bitch Nigga, muthafuck 'em, Krayzie don't love 'em, put 'em to rest and run So the po-po don't catch up. Nigga can't be arrested One M-11, me sendin' niggas to hell, and you're failin' One-Eighty-Seven. Eleven trailin', bailin' from the cell, and nigga bigger the Mossberg The quicker you're to the curb. Put one to the temple, pump, to Mr. Policeman That's all ya heard Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang) Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang) Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang) Bang, bang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bone be me gang) Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang Gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bang, bang) Gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bang, bang) Gotta get down foe my thang, gotta get down foe my thang (Bang, bang) Bone, Bone