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Credits

PERFORMING ARTISTS
Bizzy Bone
Bizzy Bone
Vocals
Krayzie Bone
Krayzie Bone
Vocals
Layzie Bone
Layzie Bone
Vocals
COMPOSITION & LYRICS
Anthony Henderson
Anthony Henderson
Songwriter
Bryon McCane
Bryon McCane
Songwriter
Charles Scruggs
Charles Scruggs
Songwriter
Stanley Howse
Stanley Howse
Songwriter
Steven Howse
Steven Howse
Songwriter
Tim Middleton
Tim Middleton
Songwriter
PRODUCTION & ENGINEERING
Brian Gardner
Brian Gardner
Mastering Engineer
DJ U-Neek
DJ U-Neek
Producer
Donovan Smith
Donovan Smith
Mixing Engineer
Eazy-E
Eazy-E
Executive Producer

Lyrics

Right about now, Thugs-n-harmony is on a come up So to all you busters out there, beware Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves Woke up this morning with the thought of robbin' a bank to get rich Ain't ate in days so it ain't no thing to click click, bitch, gimme your shit Fresh out the pen, and I'm low on ends, fuck calm, I tried to stay thug Got flowin' skills, but niggas, they bitches, now I just can't buy my bud With my steel, grabbed the forty-four mag plus a sack And I snag my leather rag, can't reveal when I glide with the moneybag Ride to the hide, count my flags. I be livin' on the darkside And I can't escape, some say it's a phase If it is, only way I'm gonna survive is if I play with my gauge It's a raid. Put your face to pave If you try to play brave, you'll get slayed Pull down them shades, empty your pockets, watches, jewels, and you'll be safe I snatched the clerk up by her neck, put the gun in her mouth and said "Bitch, you better move quick back to the safe If you wanna be killed try some stupid shit And pushin' that panic switch will get you nowhere but hell" Trail to the back with the money in the sack Locked 'em all in the vault, time to bail Well, tickets I'm out the door Hopped in the smug, and I break fast Get to my pad, sit back and laugh, loc'd out as I flip through my cash At last, nigga made good, and I got away smooth Now, I'm straight. Covered my tracks Only description is that nigga with that leather face, fool I gotta get mine, and if you stall, then I'm gunnin' Just work your job, get paid. I'll rob ya See, a nigga creep on a come up Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves. See, I'm sittin' in my room, and a nigga feelin' down Steady thinkin' 'bout how to get paid Gotta gauge at my waist that be spellin' out murder That'll get a nigga locked the cage Lay my head to bed, start to thinkin' hard, money is the cause What can I do me for? Need to hit a lick, not a bullshit But a real lick, like robbin' a jewelery store Select which one will I raid. Got be headin' downtown 'Cause tonight's the night Dressed in my black, wearin' makeup on my face So a nigga can't be seen in the spotlight Stole two cars, and I parked one north Parked one east for the smooth switch When a nigga bail, how the fuck he gonna tell if a Nigga don't dwell in the same shit? Climb to the roof, and I'm peepin' out the scene And there's no one I can spot, so I get my ass down Looked around through the window, and I broke the bitch out with a rock Now I jump my ass in. Start to fillin' up the bag And a nigga comin' up on these diamonds Grabbed a couple herring bones, and some rings And some (brooches), still thinkin' how them diamonds was shining Went to the cash register, broke the bitch open Grabbed all the money they had And a nigga gettin' goin' gone to Bone, yeah Got to let my niggas check out my bag And I got away smooth, 'cause I had the shit planned And ain't no bullshit get brung up That's what I gotta do if I wanna get paid 'Cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up Stalkin' (gat fools), walkin' jack moves Downin' Jamaican spliffs, little nigga Ripsta on this lick and bang bang Nigga that's the click on my brain, drop another victim insane Feel the murderous nerve This twelve shot pump, and I gotta bigger gat to back me Peelin' in my smug, thug, hoody, black skully, black khakis Creepin' in my smug, so reapin', peek into the window, let me cock this Nigga must've been meant to be jacked, 'cause here comes me hostage Up outta the door, with a pump to her temple, should've seen her tremble Push any alarms, and I drop them bombs on moms It's just that simple. I took my ganjas and fried 'em Don't gimme no hassle, bitch, 'cause I've been scopin' for weeks And I know y'all got some shit Clack back me gun, hollow point mixed with dum-dum kickin' Ladies and babies scream onto the floor ("Shut up and listen!") It's a jack move, fools Give me the jewels, the dope, the weed, the cheese And answer me: why and you hoes is cryin', 'cause bitches are dyin'? Blood clot, here to be dead what one of them niggas said Buckshots up into them dreads, and I love when I hear them pump red One that callin' me bluff, I stuffed him with the quickness He made out with a smooth thirty G's So all bodies must bleed, I need no witness So with a me slug, mo thug jumped into him smug, rolled the blunt up Good stuff reefer, hitted the Bone to give up love to my thugs 'Cause I done made it clean as fuck, and I flees the scene with a buck buck 'Cause a nigga be creepin' on a come up. Stalkin' gat fools, walkin' jack moves
Writer(s): Steven Howse, Charles Scruggs, Anthony Henderson, Tim Middleton, Bryon Mccane, Kenny Mccloud Lyrics powered by www.musixmatch.com
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