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Krayzie Bone

"Gun Blast"

[Krayzie Bone]
Yeahhhh, better back up off me
n*gga never no softy, boy I'll stop your heartbeat
While you out in the street yellin out what you finna do to me
In the middle of your speech I'mma sweep you off your feet to sleep
f*ckin with these thugs
Keep thinkin y'all don't bleed blood and I'mma make you a believer - pop pop!
What you receiver, a motherf*ckin bullet from my automatic pistol
Hit you, him too, and all the rest of them n*ggas that you got wit'cha
I'm collected and quiet, but surprise n*gga, I get live
Jumpin up out of that rugged
Dump it, finna show these n*ggas a little somethin
Reppin sh*t for Bone Thugs, n*gga don't test mine to the redline
But like my Mo Thug n*ggas say ball, show 'em the gunline (gunline)
Caught in the line of fire boy if you want to (yeah if you want to)
And a n*gga gon' be on yo' ass like skunk's funk, pyew!
I grab my di*k, let my nuts swing from my thang (swing from my thang)
If you's a anybody killa n*gga, let the bullets rain
We be puttin 'em up straight
Cause if you ain't, you done got into some sh*t
With the thuggish (thuggish) ruggish (ruggish) bloody murder clique

[Hook: Krayzie Bone]
Comin to slay, f*ckin 'em up with me gun gun blast
Comin to slay, f*ckin 'em up with me gun gun blast
Comin to slay, f*ckin 'em up with me gun gun blast
Comin to slay, f*ckin 'em up with me gun gun blast

[Layzie Bone]
Undercover man, how you want it man?
I'm a fool on the loose with a gun in hand
I got a sho' shot aim for the runnin man
That'll stop you in the tracks when I'm dumpin man
They did somethin man, n*ggas talk real loud
Real fly out they mouth when you ain't around
Talkin like a n*gga stole they style
When a n*gga show up these n*ggas bow down
Pound for pound from the shoulders
n*gga I'm the coldest, little soldier
Big n*ggas are ruthless, how quick are you n*ggas?
Believe I got somethin for ya
In the holster, in the bushes c*cked
Up on the porch I got a gauge and Glock
Corner to corner this thang on lock, yeah it's hot on this block
n*gga got everything short of cannons +Wild N Out+, but I ain't Nick Cannon
n*gga got M-11's, SR-15's and I plan to let n*ggas have it
f*ck this rappin; if it come down to it n*gga disrespectin what's happenin
My family, my money, my thugs, myself; my n*gga I'm flat out blastin
Countin out caskets on you bast*rds smashin
If I'm ever forced to bring the action
I'mma ride down I'm pistol packin, we can definetly get it crackin
Old fashioned like the wild west, Ghetto Cowboys, n*gga '06
Fake n*ggas and real n*ggas in the real world just don't mix


[Wish Bone]
I'm a hundred proof, want a taste?
Take it to the head or the face, wrong place
You can do it, never been a sucka
n*gga runnin with a Thugger, not in the game
n*gga runnin with a Thuggish Ruggish in my range
Better do my damn thing and lift ya mayne
Bet you won't leave the same way you came, we soldiers tight
Put up your stripes we'll rip them off, slash somebody
Back with a attitude that's right
I'm sick with the money spent on bulletproof n*gga fight, fight
Handle that, n*gga handle that
Give back to the music, f*ck that (f*ck that)
Reach back, throw back, everybody in the car gotta lean back
See now the game was soft so we back, hit 'em in the head with a relapse
Younger than most of you n*ggas so what? You die (you die) you die
If I decide then we ride, if it's on you rock-a-bye bye
Thuggstas straight up warned you; you will, obey mine
Oh we will ride, yes we ride in the nighttime
It really don't matter, gettin high, yup in the daylight
Thuggstas no fools, we know the rules, don't get too close with a attitude
Dude, cause ooh, won't like how I give it to you

[Hook] - repeat 2X

Gun blast {*echoes*}

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