Cleveland Thug Boyz Lyrics - Bone Thugs N Harmony

One shot, niggaz call the cops, cause there's some pussy ass niggaz round here 

One shot, hey! 

Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make them pussy niggaz get from round here 

Two shots, oh... 

And we gon ride, and we gon ride... 

Bone Thugs, Mo Thugs, Thugline! 

And we gon ride, and we gon ride, and... 

We gon ride! 

We gon ride, 'til the motherfuckin wheels fall off 

It's that Bone Thug nigga with them still-ass balls 

We let 'em hang and the sparks fly 

I'm talkin about scrapin the streets and nigga movin so fast we turnin the dark light! 

Ya niggaz really don't want no friction from the automatics 

You niggaz ain't got enough money, sonny, I ain't even braggin 

I'm in the toll taggin, collectin plenty paper 

And if a nigga was strugglin, I'll probably pull a 'caper 

These niggaz is haters and they smilin in my face 

Tappin like they need a gig, tryna get your boy erased 

I hear the whispers say I talk a mean game 

But I walk it like I talk it, plus I got a mean aim 

Seem strange, cause them thugs keep on creepin up out of the cut 

Like every other summer, just to fuck a nigga up 

We got them +Thugs+ on the +Line+, got them +Thugs+ screamin +Mo!+ 

It's 2006, Krayzie let these niggaz know, c'mon! 

Now wait a minute, who said that we out of business? 

Tell that nigga to quit the goddamn games, before we lit em 

Hit 'em up, what! It ain't no duckin once we get to buckin 

We shoot from the floor to the roof, or the thugs does it! 

That Cleveland criminal hardcore shit, the girls love it! 

And it really don't matter if you cuss or bust, fuck it! 

Every nigga can feel it cause they recognizin the realest 

But nigga, try me, you really be jeopardizin your livin here! 

But don't make me to get my dier and have to boo-ya! 

Some of the niggaz gon have to get down, cause we'll do y'all 

If you don't want the beef, nigga don't talk that shit! 

Dog, the nine milli-heater gon bite after the ball, naw! 

Katrina and Rita, ain't got nothin at all 

On the bandages and damages that we gon put on y'all, for sure! 

Run on up if ya want, cause we ready! 

Indeed I keep the sweeper best believe we heated heavy, like that! 

No way, no how, can't none of y'all see them Cleveland Thug Boys! 

No way, no how, ain't none of y'all fuckin with them Bone Boys! 

I was forced to make butter from the gutter, cream off the scene 

Find the 8th wonder of the world in the streets 

Band on bricks 'till my fist was bloody 

Turn, hella corners in the '74 'Cutty 

Buddy, you don't wanna come against this 

Black fist, born to make history 

Born from the misery 

Grindin for a meal, searchin for a deal 

Pranced in old, torn clothes 

Keep it real bitch, I ain't start off rich 

And I'm still mud-foot in, nigga shit ain't changed 

One word too many, get your mouth rearranged 

One nigga too many, shells go click-click 

Clack-clack, clang-clang, bang-bang-BANG! 

Your shit's been split down to the white meat 

Fuckin with these Cleveland Gs, yeah, it's likely 

You ain't gotta like me, just don't try me 

Get crossed up, death becomes untimely 

While time keeps winding, niggaz keep grinding 

Chasin paper, so outrageous, they just stand by, staring in amazement 

You don't wanna be the one found under the basement 

Gotta run your DNA just to find what your name is 

Here's another victim of them Cleveland niggaz! 

Mo Thug, Bone Thug, get live niggaz! 

No way, no how, can't none of y'all see them Cleveland Thug Boys! 

No way, no how, ain't none of y'all fuckin with them Bone Boys! 

One shot, hey! 

Two shots, it'll pass you in, and make them pussy niggaz get from round here 

Two shots, oh... 

And we gon ride, and we gon ride... 

Bone Thugs, Mo Thugs, Thugline! 

And we gon ride, and we gon ride, and... 

We gon ride! 

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