Da Introduction

Welcome to The Dark Side Backwards: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Eternal (St. Clair, nigga), Eternal, Eternal, Eternal Backwards: (Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics) Eternal, Eternal, Eternal, Eternal Backwards: It's the Thuggish Ruggish Bone Eternal, Eternal, Eternal, Eternal Backwards: (Thuggish Ruggish Bone lyrics) Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Buck! Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Ha Right back at your muthafuckin' ass, comes those real true thugs straight off the Double Glock Puttin' it down for the muthafuckin' Land Takin' no shorts, no losses Puttin' it on you jealous, bitch-made, playa hatin' ass niggas You better pin to what's real, bitch Takin' over shit in the 9-5, I bring to you, the one and only, Bone Thugs-N-Harmony Nigga, this St.Clair (St.Clair, St. Clair, St. Clair, St Clair) Yeah, nigga Execution double nine style, steadily puttin' them bodies underground Little B all about that yayo bankroll Better make that money, mane, then roll Put it on the low, when it be them hoes, and I pin em' and bang Gotta get them demons off me Creepin' up softly, seepin' up through my soul And sleepin' ain't good to go now, when I'm alone, on NoDoz, I'd better watch the door Then I won't be slippin', sleepin' Gather the thugs I bails with With a trail of twelve gauge shells, blood'll be spilled, 187 and a 211 Twelve gauge, and an AK-47, spray Lil' Ripsta killa now, put 'em off in a grave, they lay With a slug stuck all up in ya, when I roll with realer niggas Pop pop, drop to the sound, hit the ground, when I'm out to kill ya Them St. Clair Thugs, we love when they poppin' them slugs, now what See the blood from the skull when I dug them enemies deep in the mud, they drugged I roll with them trues, snooze, you lose Undressed, on the alley floor fucked up What's up with them shoes? Ooh, they new So we runnin' off with my dog's Chucks Bust a left at the block, hey, what do ya know? Oh, no, the po-po! They follow Copper gotta see the nigga layin' behind the store, but nigga, remember my motto Me no surrender! Gotta get away, hit the fence with the quickness See the other side, and I swing to the ride Rollin' through the cut, hit 95 Peel, bailin' for safety, we make it and chill Gotta make a mil, better not get caught for real Nigga, drop that bill, or I pop my steel Ain't no competition, don't fuck with my clique And so listen, you bitches, stay trippin', show hate, when we stickin' n lickin' the pockets, hoe Drop out that dollar, mane. Try to holla, bang! Thuggin' with the thug niggas smokin' blunts Nigga, don't stiff on the weed, smoke it all, 'cause, nigga, you know when our pockets get right, I'm ah run and get a sack, and come choke with y'all Now you're fuckin' with these thuggish killas, creepin' up outta the Land, and they ready to ride Gettin' high off Thai, my niggas in the Land got glocks for days on the 9-9 Better kill 'em all, dog, bang bang to them fall with the twelve gauge you bustin' on niggas. So what now? Come, nigga, get bucked, pal Well not only that, get shut the fuck down And I'm talkin' about niggas that wanna contend with them thugstas Some nigga that fucked up, never no player haters in the clique allowed, and we never no bustas Never catch a nigga sleep, hear the buckshots rang where the thugs in Cleveland dwell Daily collectin' me mayo, and I'll meet you in hell if all else fails, oh well Execution double nine style, steadily sendin' that body underground