used to see./ Her days are over. Baby she's over./ I've decided to give you all of me./ Baby come closer, baby come closer./ I'm ready for ya!/ Kill 'em all
bitch in the club right here They wanna see me drop it, drop it, drop it Wanna pop it, pop it, pop it, shake that ass on the floor You wanna see me shake
gun noise) Me swift you slit your tongue, me lickin' a lyrics when me drunk Buck you down with me handgun, then me goin' In me trunk for me pump for that
get quarantined Women they comin' with sorcery I'm livin' wit' curses, smokin' weed (Bone Thugs) Burn me, don't bury me, hurry before my mama come see me
too far so I say "Fuck y'all, fuck y'all, y'all, y'all haters All, y'all, y'all, y'all haters" Black nigga killa, killa, killa, killa Black nigga killa
bitch nigga that's the rules All my Cleveland niggas said to me They're the ones that gave this game to me I'ma push this shed to the head ya see Ya
lettin' off they lead around the corner Got me feelin' paranoia like they comin' for me And I be clutchin' my heat, got me pacin' back and forth So
the end of days are comin', comin' You can get it right, right now do something for somebody Just hold on fo' me I promise there's a betta' place for all
owe me chips. {Nigga's owe me chips.} And I gots to ride for mine. {I think I'm gunna ride.}[x2] Layzie: Them callin' me Mr. Bill Collector; needin
when we roll So you know we packin' heaters from the door Fo-Fo, all I really need to guard my body And plus I'm with some niggaz all kind of psychotic
s all about mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It's all mo' thug, it's all mo', mo' thug It
all about the music. It's all about the music... All about, all about the music... (Bone, Bone, Bone Thug...) Everyday, everday... It's all about the
gonna catch me Never gonna catch me, catch me I'll keep runnin', I'll keep runnin' for my life And duckin' bullets while you're tryin' to ruin me Quicker
hit 'em with the fo' fo' Nigga, take it off, thank you Please don't make me stack ya Time to pay the bill, write your check up all night Catch a slug
poor zone, we chasin after the fortune In the belly of the beast is scorchin, little kids is forced to tote guns We so numb it's like fo-fum, bloody