Clog up Yo Mind

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Yeah)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (****)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Would ya)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind

Now, I'm a **** to keep to myself

I don't fuck wit' nobody, I'm quiet, I'm thuggin'

But I also flex, may God protect the **** pulled the trigger on my cousin

Well I might be crazy but as I cruise in my Mercedes

I ride by **** that wanna spray me

Hit 'em up swiftly 'fore the police come

I'm immune to this shit 'cause I'm rollin' wit' the **** in the hood

And that's how we play

Want to feel a Mossberg pump hit yo' chest?

Them sawed-offs ain't shit to be fuckin' with

Lucky that my **** ain't kill ya

****, whatever, like Ken say

Sin flipped again

Little Lay got the upper hand 'cause he got the red beam, dead they lay

If you see a **** dash wit' the leather mask, let him pass, tell nobody blast

Hit a innocent ****, should never been there in the first place

Fuck, you got yo' curse today (Ha)

Want to die hard, ****? Wanna get up actin' buck and fuck shit up, do what you want?

Show a bitch Krayzie Bone real with mine

And when I let loose you'll feel the vibe, ****

Killin' my contender 'cause I got to get the money

Get the platinum for the pay

But I'ma be a thug about my business

And I gotta do some flippin' if a **** ain't got my bank

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Mind, mind)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Mind, mind)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Mind, mind)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Mind, mind)

For the love of the money, I keep spendin' yo

Just a pattern lil' ****, that'll let 'em hang low

Slangin' lead from the .44 Magnum though

We done let 'em **** know, want and takin' yo' show so

Wouldn't ya know? Y'all intentions on jackin' a ****

You betta figure again, and quit plottin'

Takin' over this game, it ain't stoppin' till the clock

Double Glockin' and it's not forgotten, bitch, it's poppin'

From the Clair, it's the Bone Thugs, in this shit wit' Eazy E and we made it

And a **** wanna hate me 'cause I'm famous

Fuck 'em, leave 'em dead in the streets, you can't blame us (Killa)

Never finna catch me without my heat

When I'm thuggin' in the streets and I'm rollin

Thuggin' 'bout a dozen G's, you can't fuck wit' me

Feel the pressure of the pistol unloadin' blow you up

Y'all know we don't worship sin

It's the hearts of men that we test, stress

Wanna be blessed? Confess to the sin and the weights for sin will be dead

Back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Mind, mind)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Mind, mind, ****)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Mind, mind, mothafucker)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (****)

And it ain't promised that all of the souls will last from today until after tomorrow

And if you follow, the end of the world should be comin' so soon it's so hard to swallow

I know, I know, hey, how to get down from my thang

Get me a coffin, whether my soul's gonna catch you flossin' offa them thangs

Welcome to the Lab, where all my chemicals unfold

Wit' those, I'm runnin' up no more

Been takin' the Highland down to Newport, my mama won't rest but I get aggressive

Wylin' **** solid stressin'

Demon was screamin' out, "Feed 'em" and I couldn't freeze 'em

And I got 'em and I learned my lesson, lesson

Monday, my barber had me breakin' apart, but never my daddy

Feel I've reached a peak of madness so I get brazen in they face, blast past it, blastin'

Send him off to the boss, and that Ruger messin' up that body

Rollin' wit' all of my Murda Mo, bullets all in this ****'s skin and we got 'im

Finna be thirty edge-ups and a fade, judging from the distance of my gauge

About to be sketches in a whole new case, picked up, had to shake a bit of déjà of them days

Runnin' up, I'm like a **** gone crazy, Benjamin Franklin, please come save me

Little Weezy told me rollin', yo' finger was fucked up, baby, baby

Bang for the grain

Seen those bodies sweatin' on the stage

Stand in the mist, put a glitch of a father away, and a child finna pierce wit' a bump

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Yeah)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Come on, come on, come on)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind (Would ya)

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind

(Now give it to 'em)

Yeah, gotta sit back, smoke and choke, meditate, mental state wit' the Bone-B on

We steadily grieve on, givin' you what you need (Eternal Bone)

Shock 'em, drop 'em, pop 'em, let 'em know Bone ain't no hoes (No, no)

You haters make feel like, you wanna feel my motherfuckin' .44

But I gotta stay clean

'Cause woo, don't let 'em see green

I mean some cheese, me and my ****, and this Mo' Thug, Mo' Thug

Cavalry on this beat

Ready to ride when it's time to ride

Ready to kill when it's time to kill

You gon' die, you' gon' die, I betcha

If you really wanna ride on down wit' Bone, then come on, come on

If you really wanna ride on down wit' this thug shit, come on, come on

Sit back and let this thug shit clog up yo' mind