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Krayzie Bone

"East 1999"

[Intro: Layzie Bone]
East 1999 my n*ggas

[Verse 1: Layzie Bone]
Thinkin' 'bout back in the days when the year was '89
Little n*gga on the grind, gotta get mine doing my crime
With Toot and Hen, steady stacking my ends
Putting my serve down on the Clair 9-9
Hitting up the Graveyard Shift with Ren
Little Will, Big Wally and Wish Bone
Little Wally High Rollerz and he wonder why n*ggas so strong
Krayzie Bone, stack, Rod, Jay, much love
Kept a n*gga on his toes in the game
It's an everyday thang when you let ya nuts hang
Gotta make a grand at least daily, man
Them Cleveland hustlers never no busters, thug to the heart
We n*ggas from the land fool, and the old school
Just serve out ya sentence and be cool
f*cking with Trues, rest in peace
Little n*gga RIPsta stress that Bone love
Smoking on bud, cause a n*gga Mo Thug
Calling up my n*ggas when it's time to nut up
In the 9-9, n*ggas gonna drop to the number one
With your gun so run, run
Cleveland is the city where a n*gga come from
Slanging them dum dum dum dums

[Verse 2: Krayzie Bone]
n*ggas it's going down up in the C-Town
Get em up with a thug and the n*gga with the bud
Got the fifth of Rose
'Fore the liquor store close, hit em up with the forty reasons
n*gga roll up the Buddha
Smoke it all up n*gga, don't stiff on the reefer
Mo running up outta the club with this
Plus I got hydro and this sh*t is creeper, peep the
Strip as you hear the double Glock-Glock
Widda me rocks c*cked, sweating me bad
Coppers betta drop when the gunshots pop
Glock top hit the body and the bullsh*t stop
Whenever them troubling us
Where the po-po n*ggas roll solo, split up and swerve
Krayzie take caution, take out my yayo and tossed it
Send em in the road to the curb
Running, ducking
Jumping up in the land, my n*ggas is crazy
We slang and we buck and we bang on the Glock
And my n*gga that’s daily
Who the n*gga with the 12-gauge, pump
Mr. Sawed-Off Leatherface so you betta pray
Eternally thugsta, East 1999
That 9 we rep to the death, what!

[Verse 3: Bizzy Bone]
Gotta give peace to the SCTs
And the one big thug on the Glock
Pump blast to the cash
Then I mash the gas gotta dash away from the cops
Now Li'l Mo Heart steadily sippin' on Rose
Ripping up flesh with six fours
That's that thugsta, yes I pump slugs
And I be dropping 'em off in dumpsters
f*ck them po-po, all a dem bodies we burn, burn
And I guess that hood'll never learn
Gotta dip mo' thin ones in sherm
When I'm on a mission for my city
Pick up my n*ggas be peeling out with me
Me roll up the window, the wind blow
f*ck up my indo high that’s hitting me
Even if the barrels of me 12 gauge are empty, me scandalous
n*ggas up outta the woods bucking, no f*cking with the family
Now feel it n*gga, understand me
Much love, much bud for them St. Clair Thugs
East 1999 is where you'll find me
Slanging me motherf*cking drugs

[Verse 4: Flesh-N-Bone]
Dun dun, leaving the n*ggas to c*ck it, pop widda me gun
They know that me nodding they head off and I gots to have me fun
Leaving 'em hung, breaking, faking, you studio gangsta b*tch, trick
n*ggas'll get beat, I'm handling the sh*t and I split in the midst of the darkness
Consider me heartless, oh yes Flesh be running a ho check
Betta check your Rolex, ya timed now for giving up respect
To them SCTs from C-L-E plus scandalous n*ggas that dwell
Hell off of the forscythe and bail, leaving a trail of
The bloody victims, the Fifth Dog mauling em all
And never them catch me slipping
And sipping the fifth of divine
They may give me time instead a me tripping
We flipping the scripts on over, see the Bone a be never sober
n*ggas told you, triggas showed you, East 9-9, five soldiers

[Verse 5: Wish Bone]
Wanna run, red rum, try to run and get away
But it's just too late
Watch out buckshots when I come, buck buck
Betta guard that f*cking face
Dumping them slugs on you fools
Rolling with me Trues, drinking brews
Don't start no sh*t
We come equipped so n*ggas stay cool
187, you think that you going to heaven
Put slugs all up in that chest and
Now Hell is where you be dwelling
Popping a clip in them bodies me dumping
Watching you fall to the pave
Wid me nine milli pumping
Putting them bodies all off in them graves

[Outro: Bone Thugs-n-Harmony]
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run
Cleveland is the city where we come from so run, run, run
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