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Handle The Vibe Lyrics - Art Of War - Bone Thugs N Harmony

This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands 

Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands 

This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands 

Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands 

This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands 

Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands 

This track is tight y'all should be clappin yo hands 

Clappin yo hands, clappin yo hands 

 

As we ride, by the end of the night 

You will envision how thugstas play. 

Can you handle the vibe? 

Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. 

As we ride, by the end of the night 

You will envision how thugstas play. 

Can you handle the vibe? 

Pedal to the metal, its a blue ligh 

 

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A yo they comin' to get Rip? Equipped wit' my sawed-off, polish it off until its replenished 

Soon as I'm finished my pistol be jealous especially 357 me catch you 

Buck and me bang ya, what's ya magnum for? You crept and you came 

Ain't shit changed, M11's grenades and an AK-47s, bang. 

Niggas insane, you came and you went. 

Now, bet on the real, it's all the way to the bank 

And you think fin to get that gangster, gettin' a demon 

You can conjure up, and see if we get angels pinnin' my ankles bloody murder, fuck with Jesus 

He done creepin' deep, puttin those to sleep 'til raise up on my enemy. 

Let's get pumped for the peeps in Egypt, spread 400 years of oppression 

Spread the message I ain't finishes, diminished you so-called critics 

So fuck them billboards and the billboard status can kick it 

You fucked up for a while for today, but that was a trial 

Man, and I don't know how, style through with them crowds 

And now I got to kick it, get on the ground wanting my people to gather around 

Remember the sound of the rounds, came from my town, and only a bitch would bite that we can't allow 

Gotta go claim my style, ready to beat you down 

Hittin them tombstones,(fillin' volumes), get in them costumes, now 

I'm rollin' with Makaveli, pinnin', my pistols steady, ready 

Buck them flames, aim for the pressure point, a point where I break your head in. 

 

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I beg your pardon, my nigga, but how do you know me? 

I roll in your city and people be pinnin me, yo, but some nigga just told me 

He put in your record, and you was disrespectin' off the T-O-P 

Should've put 'em in a coffin, now, go seek 'em and found 

Pow, pow, put 'em in a river, now, nigga, who wild ? 

"What an incredible style," that's what you was thinkin' when you tried to get it, down 

We see that you fucked with a daily crowd, so, nigga, just turn your ass down 

Whenever you're ready to rumble, my nigga, just meet us outside of the club 

Ready slang slugs. Nigga done got too drunk, if I got it, we claim mo. 

Nigga, this shit is ridiculous, just dismiss the thought that you could get rid of us 

Buck you to Hell, and we're stickin' you, doin' it, thinkin' you scared when the St. Clair niggas bust 

Aw, fuck! Left his guts in my trunk 

Nigga tried a 211, fucked around, got 187 

Niggas with heat, who could it be? Nobody but them T-H-U-G's 

With artillery, we come with heat. Nigga, please, freeze 

Put 'em on they knees, nigga, don't even breathe 

And these are the warriors, killas, destroyin' ya and You're gonna die. 

 

As we ride, by the end of the night 

You will envision how thugstas play. 

Can you handle the vibe? 

Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. 

As we ride, by the end of the night 

You will envision how thugstas play. 

Can you handle the vibe? 

Pedal to the metal, its a blue light. 

 

Now, hation season is ceasin', agree nigga. Let this be the reason: 

Niggas from Cleveland fin to even Steven, stoppin' you bitches from breathin'. 

Time is up. You know you can't cap that thug who raps, steady put down, pay me 

Criminal mind state of a lyricist. Wanna test nuts? nigga hear this 

My niggas are down With murda mo', real thuggas and killas that claim 

I'm ready to win it, my nigga, now bet he be ripped to the finish, everyday be the same 

But Artillery shop, we stackin', Bone got heat for Armageddon 

Ready for the war all day, won't action, playa hation steady, we sprayin 

Hit 'em with the buck, buck, bang. My nigga, the shit don't stop 

The government's all on my dick, wanna see Lil Lay Bone drop 

You see the policemen they give me no break 

Fin to rest in Peace when they're tryin' to send me upstate. No thanks 

I got mo' money up outta the bank, these niggas are stackin' our rocks 

Refuse the peace, and nevertheless, you can roll with Bone, so come on, so come on. 

 

When all goes down, when all goes down, you can count on me. 

'Cause I got Mo Thugs, Bone thugs/harmony, and that's my cavalry. 

If you ride with Bone, you ain't alone, nigga trust us. 

Fuckin around on wicked streets I grew up on, wanna sound like us 

and none of you do. We come for you. Kiss mommy bye-bye. 

You gon' die, and I got heat for every heat you bring 

You shoot, we shoot 

Better watch out 

watch out for them thugsta nigga, niggas sneakin' up on you 

I told You: it's comin'--Armageddon If we get our shit together 

Bitches ain't nothin', we none 

Make this shit on the streets for you to know, to know 

We gettin' our shit together 

Better get your shit together, 'cause when ya go, ya go! Ya go! 

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